The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros.  It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author. It is free to be archived on any site wishing to do so, provided the author is given proper credit.

This story involves the Batman family as seen on the early to mid-90s Batman, the Animated Series. Batman is Bruce Wayne, Robin is Dick Grayson, a blonde Selina Kyle is Catwoman, James Gordon is Commissioner of Police for Gotham City, and his daughter Barbara is Batgirl. Finally, the butler at Wayne Manor is Alfred Pennyworth.

This story was written specifically with Steve Zink in mind, and in fact, for him after entering my Smilin' Jack contest.  I would also like to thank Steve for his tireless editing, good suggestions, and comments.

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Chat Room Rendezvous

by

Maggie Finson

 

Dick Grayson seated himself in the privacy of his bedroom, alone with his computer for company, and let out a long sigh of anticipation. Bruce was out for the evening to attend a charity function for disadvantaged children in the inner city, and Alfred had accompanied him. Which left Dick on his own. Not that the idea bothered him at all; with those two gone, he would be able to delve into his favorite, non-business (superhero and classes) pastime.

Dick loved visiting chat rooms on the Internet, especially those involving role playing. Given some of his odd adventures with crossdressing, and his not so secret (to those he was close to) enjoyment of that activity, he tended to frequent rooms where role switching was expected.

That was actually kind of tame, in comparison to some of the real-life adventures he had experienced in disguises as any number of different females, but he felt that it was better than nothing at all. Tame, at least, until he had stumbled upon a virtual reality room that functioned without all the fancy, cumbersome gear most VR systems required.

Dick keyed in the URL once his system connected to the net. Having this particular site in his favorites list was something he was unaccountably reluctant to do. He then sat back, awaiting the connection to another evening of transformations and experiencing life from the distaff side.

 

Welcome to Transfantasies!

Where anyone can be anyone else...

even, or especially, a member of the opposite sex...

TG role playing at its finest!

Warning!

This site is beta testing software of an extremely delicate nature.

Sponsors are not responsible for damage to visitor's systems,

or for any other problems arising from participation in this Beta Test.

Please read our agreement and regulations before proceeding.

Click the Accept button if you agree to our terms of service.

If you don't accept, thank you for visiting us and go elsewhere.

 

Dick moved the cursor to accept, then waited for the website leading into the room he meant to visit to download. As it had the first several times, the swirling colors lulled him into a comfortable sense of well being mixed with eager anticipation for what was to come.

* * * *

"Hypnotics are functioning," the tech announced, as a view of Grayson through his own computer monitor came up. "Subliminals up and running. We have cortical scan, and recording, systems are go."

"Wonderful," a purring, throaty female voice responded. "I'll get into my part of the rig, and then Dick and I will play some more. Only, this time the game is going to last a lot longer than our dear Robin would be prepared to believe."

"Ready when you are, Ms. Kyle," the tech, also female, replied with a note of humor in her voice. "Good luck, and have fun."

"Oh, I will," Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman, purred as she settled into the comfortable couch and placed the helmet over her head. "I wonder if Robin will, once he discovers what is really going on?"

"Everything here is ready, Ms. Kyle."

"Just make sure everything goes as planned," Selina commanded, without the need for threats of what would go on if they didn't.

"It will, Ms. Kyle."

"It better," Selina purred back, as she settled into a more comfortable position.

* * * *

"Hello, Dick," the lovely young woman he knew only as Circe greeted him in the plush suite of rooms where the game would begin. "Are you ready to play?"

"You know it, Circe," he replied with a grin.

"Wonderful!" Circe purred, in a hauntingly familiar way, as she turned to adjust a control on the wall panel behind her. "I can guarantee you a most entertaining evening."

"Of course, you haven't disappointed me yet," Dick agreed, with a tingle of anticipation, wondering what it would be that evening. So far he'd been a maid at Wayne Manor, an exotic dancer in some sleazy club, and a blushing bride at the altar -- complete with wedding night experience thrown in. Circe, of course, had played the groom.

"Very good," Circe replied, again offering him that scintillating smile, then made a languid gesture to his clothing. "You can begin by disrobing."

Dick undressed in a flurry of motion, leaving his clothing in a neatly folded pile at his feet. Circe had done likewise, and he admired her nude form, as she very openly did the same with his.

"Now," Circe commanded, "step into my transformation booth, so I can alter you for the entertainment we are going to have tonight."

Wondering, for about the hundredth time, why a transformation booth was required in VR when a simple wave of her slim hand could have achieved the same thing, Dick complied. Something in his mind, far down and back, tingled in alarm, but the hypnotics still shining from his own monitor screen lulled his physical self into a state of near catatonia.

As the door to the chamber closed behind the young man, Selina grinned in triumph. The other times had set him up for what was to come, softened his resistance, implanted suggestions and completely mapped his brain. Unless her carefully selected techs fouled things up, Dick Grayson was going to awaken to a completely different set of circumstances than he had known before joining this particular VR game that evening, along with a comprehensive set of implanted instructions regarding the behavior, actions, and short term goals of the role and identity he would be taking on.

"Ready for transfer, Ms. Kyle," a tech's voice purred into her ear.

"All right," she answered, drawing in a deep breath and stepping into another chamber identical to the one Dick had entered. "Do it."

* * * *

His time in the booth seemed to go longer than the previous ones, and Dick was also beginning to feel very strange. He was light headed, and his shape didn't seem to be altering as he had expected. Instead, there was a bright tunnel opening up in front of him. Opening his eyes, he wasn't able to see that, but closing them again brought the tunnel with its swirling colors back into clear focus. Once that happened, his consciousness flowed forward and right out of his body.

And was sucked into the tunnel, without even the slightest chance to avoid that.

Selina observed the identical tunnel in her chamber, let out a small sigh, then whispered, "This will only be temporary -- for me -- good-bye, Selina Kyle and Catwoman, hello, Dick Grayson and Robin."

With that, she allowed her own consciousness to be drawn into the trap she had designed for Dick.

* * * *

"Ah, good, she's coming around now." A halfway familiar voice intruded on Dick's returning consciousness.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," the voice urged, with a light slap to his cheek for emphasis.

"Uhummm," was all the response he was able to manage, with the flood of sensations clamoring for attention in his brain. His previous experiences in VR of this type had been vivid, but there was always some sense of his own body in the background, waiting for him to return to it.

That sense was missing, and the sensations of being in a different body, a different sex, were so powerful that he was awash in the newness to the point of being unable to even open his eyes.

"She's adapting to her new body," another voice entered the conversation, "her mind isn't entirely in synch with it yet. Give her a few more minutes."

 

'New body?' Dick fuzzily questioned himself, as the erratic sensations and responses to his mind's commands returned to the still dazed brain that had sent them out. 'Wow! Circe wasn't kidding, this is a really amazing simulation.'

"Well, she'd better get in synch pretty quickly," the familiar voice was beginning to sound impatient. "We have a charity function to attend, and I don't want her to miss the chance I'm giving her to snag Bruce Wayne."

Sounds stopped being in color, and textures under his hands and across his body stopped giving him tastes of his favorite foods. His vision cleared, and he beheld himself standing mere inches away. That self moved to peer into his eyes and grinned. "Hello, Selina, how are you feeling?"

"Ver -- very odd," Dick responded, in a voice that wasn't his. He didn't panic, because the VR experience he was supposedly going through had made him a woman before. What was unnerving was the voice; the one coming out of his mouth was uncomfortably familiar, too. "Why are you calling me Selina?" he questioned.

"Because that's your name, idiot," the other Dick Grayson informed him.

"Oh, for the game?"

"Oh, it's going to be a fine game, Selina, my dear," Dick's doppelganger agreed, with a very nasty little grin. "We're going to that big Gotham-wide charity ball tonight, and you're going to seduce Bruce Wayne."

"Huh?" Dick intelligently shot back. "I don't think I want to play that role. Let's try another one, could we?"

"Oh, I'm afraid it's far too late for that now, Selina." The new Dick reached out a hand and took his own in a firm grip. "This one is the culmination of all the other games we've played. I wouldn't hear of you backing out of it now."

"Circe?"

"That's Mr. Grayson, or Dick to you, sweetie," the other informed him. "Now, come along, Ms. Kyle. We have to be going. Fashionably late is one thing, but missing the entire affair is not something I have planned for tonight."

"Kyle?" Dick almost choked on the name as he was jumped to his feet, idly noting that he was very much a she in appearance, with a low cut, tightly fitted evening dress of burgundy silk, matching high heels, and softly scented with both a woman's natural musk and a subtle perfume. "Selina...Kyle. Why did you have me take on Catwoman's secret identity?"

"All part of the fun, Selina, darling," Dick's escort replied smoothly. "We both know Bruce, or Batman, has a real soft spot, not to mention another very hard one, for you."

"But, but, I'm not her, and don't even want to pretend to be, even in VR," Dick firmly responded. "Or seduce Bruce."

"Well, I'm afraid your choices are a bit limited here, sweetheart," Circe as Dick crisply informed him. "Now, who am I?"

"You're...Dick Grayson." He had meant to say Circe, who he knew with a sinking feeling was also Selina Kyle, or Catwoman.

"Very good. Now, tell me your name."

"Se...Selina Kyle!" Dick answered in anguish. "But, it isn't! I'm...Selina Kyle."

"Yes, you are," the new Dick replied, smiling in satisfaction, while the new Selina Kyle struggled to say she was someone else.

"But...I can't be!"

"Don't overtax your poor little mind over it, beautiful," holding out his arm with a significant look that held no little command, the new Dick finished. "We have a party to go to. And you'd better make poor Bruce believe that Catwoman has reformed, or you'll be spending a lot of time as that super villainess in the future."

Looking up into what was in effect, the eyes of his own body as he laced one slim arm through the other's masculine one and allowed himself to be led out the door of a very feminine bedroom, Dick drew in a shaky breath. "This is some role switch game you came up with tonight. It may be the last one I play with you."

"You could always opt out with the emergency release," his escort advised.

"I think I will," Dick growled, searching for the small icon in his psyche that would close the program and get him back to reality, not to mention sanity. Selina Kyle, indeed!

"Well?" the other questioned, with clear amusement at the scrunched up concentration on Dick's lovely face.

"I...I can't find it!" Beginning to panic, he closed his eyes and tried again.

"That, Selina, my dear," Dick Grayson's body responded easily, "is because it isn't there. You aren't in Kansas any more, Dorothy. Don't worry your pretty head about it right now," the other advised with a chuckle. "Your newly altered intellect couldn't grasp the intricacies of what I did to get you into that body, and myself into yours. I'm afraid that you are now a total klutz with technical things like electronics and mechanics. But you have been prepared to be a perfect little trophy wife and home maker for your darling Bruce."

"This is crazy!" Dick wailed. "I'm not Selina Kyle! I'm not even a woman!"

"Oh? Then maybe you could tell me who and what you are, dear."

"I'm a...wo...woman," Dick grated out in defeat as he finished. "My name is Selina Kyle, and I'm in love with Bruce Wayne. I also intend to have him marry me."

"There," patting the young woman's shivering arm, the new Dick soothed. "That wasn't so hard to admit, now was it?"

"I can't believe this," Dick muttered. "I'm even getting wet in the crotch just thinking of Bruce."

"As you should," Selina as Dick replied. "He's really quite a hunk, and a great catch for a young woman like yourself."

"But I'm not..."

"Stop it, Selina." The other stopped in front of a hall mirror, and turned Dick to face it. "Who and what do you see in this mirror?"

Dick looked, and wished he hadn't.

The young woman standing there with Dick Grayson's hands on her bare shoulders was nothing short of statuesque. Her breasts were nearly too large for her slender frame, and were counterbalanced with a pair of hips and bottom that were equally wide and lush. Her waist was narrow to the point of being a near caricature, and the legs showing through a slit in the long skirt would have made any Las Vegas showgirl jealous. Slim throat wrapped in scintillating diamonds, small firm chin, sensuous mouth, large, soft blue eyes, pert little nose with a slightly defiant uptilt at the end, soft, full cheeks, all topped with heavy blonde hair swept into an intricate mass of coils, braids, and curls.

There was no denying what he saw. A very beautiful young woman from the top of her upswept do down to her dainty high heeled feet. A young woman who looked exactly like Selina Kyle.

"I see..." Dick closed his eyes for a moment, hoping the image would just go away. It didn't.

"I see Selina Kyle dressed to kill, made up for a conquest, and looking ready to sweep some unsuspecting man right off his clumsy feet."

"Well, then," the new Dick chuckled as he turned the new Selina to face him. "Let's seal that with a kiss, and get you to the ball, princess."

"No...mmph!" Any protests Dick might have made were swallowed in the mouth suddenly fastened to his sultry feminine lips and the tongue that entered his mouth to play with his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Despite any internal protests, Dick found his female body melting into the strong, familiar arms that held him, and returning the kiss with more enthusiasm than he cared for.

"Mmmm," the impostor said as he drew back, "maybe I'll just keep you for myself, Selina. You are one hot babe. I might have done that if I didn't have plans for someone else to inhabit this body, after I get you safely married to Bruce."

* * * *

Their entrance to the charity ball attracted a lot of attention; even among the rich, beautiful, and urbane group, the couple stood out. Bruce Wayne moved through the crowd to greet the new arrivals.

"Hello, Dick!" He enthusiastically grasped the impostor's hand, as Dick found him, or herself, unable to reply. "I thought you weren't coming tonight?"

"That's what I wanted you to think, Bruce!" Appearing to be Dick Grayson, the impostor slapped Bruce on the shoulder and winked. "I actually had a surprise planned for you tonight, my friend."

"So I see." Bruce admired the real Dick for a moment. "Selina. It's very good to see you again. I hope this isn't a business related visit?"

"Oh, no, Bruce," Dick found himself purring, while flashing a sunny smile. "I'm going straight, and so wanted to surprise you with that announcement tonight."

Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly, then he read the truth in the young woman's eyes and posture. At least the truth that had been placed there. "Then I'll be more than happy to help you celebrate the momentous event. That is, if you aren't with Dick here?"

"Oh, no," Dick smiled, while running his small tongue over his full lips. "I just talked Dick here into bringing me so I could spend a little time with you."

"On that note," the impostor grinned and winked at the pair, "I think I'll leave you two to catch up. I see Barbara Gordon holding court over by the punch bowl, and think I'll go say hello."

Dick wanted to scream out his true identity, as Bruce gently took his elbow and led him into the crowd. But even in his mind, Dick couldn't say his own name when applied to himself. The impostor loomed in his mind as Dick Grayson, while he always came up as Selina Kyle.

"Dick's had the hots for Barbara since she first came to Gotham," Bruce chuckled, as the impostor moved to gain the object of his current quest's attention. "Just like I've had for you."

"Oh?" Dick questioned archly, with a deliberately sexy little twitch of hip against Bruce. "Really?"

"As if you didn't know that already," Bruce chuckled, as he wrapped a possessive arm around Dick's now slim waist. That sent tingles of pleasure through the body the former Robin now inhabited, that the as of yet masculine psyche still trapped within was unable to fight.

"Hmm, maybe we could do something to cool that down a little later?" Horrified at his behavior but unable to change it, Dick snuggled into Bruce's arm and gave the man's ear a tiny nibble.

"It's going to happen right here if you don't stop that, minx."

"In my case," Dick let out a short giggle, "that would be manx."

"Whatever." Bruce drew in a breath to slow the urges he was feeling toward the sexy, very desirable package of woman in his arm. "I think we'd better circulate for now, though. I am supposed to be the host."

"And now you have a companion to be hostess," Dick found himself saying with a slow, inviting smile.

"Just don't smile like that for the guests," Bruce cautioned. "You'll be giving the commissioner a heart attack, not to mention a number of city councilmen. And their wives are going to hate you, anyway."

"Let them!" Dick shrugged, with delightful - for Bruce - reactions in his chest area. "They'll get over it. I don't want their men. I want you."

"Well, if you're telling the truth about ending your life of crime," Bruce promised, "you've got me."

"It's like I never committed a crime in my life, Bruce," Dick answered honestly. "I certainly have no desire to commit any now, except stealing you from the other women who wish they could have you."

"I'd really like to believe that, Selina."

"Oh, believe it," Dick replied, in a silky feminine purr. "I'm tired of always trying to come up with the perfect crime, and let me tell you, The Riddler, Joker, Penguin, and all those other super villains are rather tedious. And don't even mention Poison Ivy in my presence. That bitch is way over the top these days. I just want to settle down and be a good girl from now on."

"That's really great news, Selina." Bruce meant it, and gently hugged the person he thought had been Catwoman as he said so.

As the person who had been Catwoman until recently escorted Barbara Gordon to the front doors, with a look of triumph on his handsome face.

"Oh, brother," Dick, or Selina as he was being forced to think of himself, muttered to himself as he saw that. Catwoman, or someone similar, would be back in action all too soon, he/she thought wearily. With poor Barbara stuck as Dick Grayson, he suspected.

"What?" Bruce questioned, as he watched the younger couple make their exit.

"Oh, nothing," the newly minted Selina Kyle sighed in defeat. "I was just thinking of what our future is going to be like."

"Blissful," Bruce promised. "You could even become my partner in crime fighting, since I get the impression that Robin is going to be hooked up with Batgirl from now on."

"That does seem to be the case, darling," Dick/Selina sighed, as he/she snuggled up to his/her man. Under the stimulation of Bruce's presence, the Dick Grayson in that lovely body was becoming no more than a memory.

* * * *

Two weddings of note occurred in Gotham that spring. Bruce Wayne had finally succumbed to the feminine wiles of Selina Kyle, now Mrs. Bruce Wayne, while commisioner Gordon's daughter Barbara became Barbara Grayson.

Catwoman vanished without a trace, though most people were quite sure she would reappear in time. Selina became part of The Dynamic Duo once again, in the guise of a female Robin with a greatly revamped costume to better display her wonderful figure.

Batgirl had pretty much stopped her own crime fighting efforts since shortly before her wedding, but a new and very vexing villainess calling herself Manx had come on the scene, with a partner calling himself Tomcat.

At Wayne manor, Selina and Dick often exchanged knowing, and oddly commiserating glances. Barbara would see these exchanges occasionally, and let out a small giggle of pure satisfaction.

Bruce, deliriously happy with his new bride, noticed the odd glances and secret humor passed between the other three, but decided to leave well enough alone. Being married to Selina managed to keep him very busy when not taking care of business elsewhere, and he was quite content with that.

END

 

 

 

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