Costume cases

Alfred continued his cleaning duties in the Batcave, carefully tending to the various gadgets and vehicles that filled the space. As he approached the costume cases, he couldn't help but admire the display of suits that had been worn by various members of the Bat Family over the years.

While polishing Batwoman's suit case, his hand accidentally grazed a concealed button, causing a series of unexpected events to unfold. The Batcomputer suddenly sprang to life, and its mechanical arms began to whir and move with a purpose.

"Initiating Batwoman suit-up protocol," the Batcomputer announced.

Alfred tried to back away, alarmed by the sudden activity, but a mechanical arm quickly secured him in place.

"Oh dear," he muttered, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Batcomputer, cease this at once! I am not Miss Kane!"

"I am sorry, Miss Kane," the Batcomputer replied, its programming mistakenly identifying Alfred as Batwoman.

"I am unable to halt the suit-up process once it has begun."

The Batcomputer began its slow, methodical process of altering Alfred's body to match Kate Kane's genetic profile. The hands removed his clothes, a series of razors running up and down his flesh to remove any and all unwanted body hair. A metal tendril snaked over to Alfred, combing over his body with a crimson light. As it scanned him, the wrinkles from decades of aging melted away. The beam altered his physiology, altering his DNA on a genetic level to be the same age physically as Kate Kane. Alfred's body seemed to de-age and feminize before his eyes.

Mechanical arms wrapped a metal corset around his torso, gradually slimming his waist down. Two orb-like appendages came down and latched on to his chest, causing it to gradually become rounder and fuller. New tissue flooded in as his pecs soften and nipples stiffened. He watched in horror as two supple mounds blossomed, the metal orbs removed to reveal his new pair of breasts.

"Batcomputer, I implore you to stop this at once!"

Alfred pleaded, his voice laced with desperation.

"I apologize, Miss Kane, but I am unable to comply. Suit-up protocol must be completed."

Next, the Batcomputer focused on Alfred's waist and hips. Mechanical arms worked meticulously, applying metal panels to his hips and increasing their width. The sensation was peculiar and slightly pleasurable. Fat was injected into his rear, his butt swelling out into a lovely heart shape.

His legs were next. The Batcomputer's arms wrapped around his thighs and calves, gently sculpting them into a thicker, more feminine form. Alfred observed the process, a mixture of fascination and concern filling his mind.

As the transformation progressed, the Batcomputer turned its attention to Alfred's head. He felt a tingling sensation on his scalp as long, flowing red hair began to grow rapidly. The vibrant locks cascaded down his back, eventually reaching the small of his back.

"Batcomputer, listen to reason! I am not Kate Kane. I am Alfred Pennyworth, and this process must be stopped immediately!"

Alfred's voice wavered, the panic evident in his tone.

"You are Miss Kane."

"N-no! I'm not!"

The former butler protested, a strangely shaped device cramming itself in between his expanded thighs. The device encased his unladylike appendage, the feeling of warmth spreading from the tool around his shaft and up inside his pelvis.

"Mm! C-cease this madness!"

Alfred moaned, the feeling oddly pleasurable as his genitals inverted.

With the physical transformation complete, the Batcomputer initiated the next phase of the suit-up process. Mechanical arms emerged, this time holding Batwoman's tight costume. Alfred watched with apprehension as the arms stretched the costume open and maneuvered it towards his body.

The arms expertly dressed Alfred, pulling the form-fitting suit over his new feminine body. The suit clung tightly to every curve and contour, emphasizing his hourglass figure. As the costume was adjusted and zipped, Alfred couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability in the tight, revealing outfit.

Once the suit was in place, the Batcomputer moved on to the application of makeup. As before, mechanical arms carefully applied foundation, contouring, eyeliner, mascara, and deep red lipstick to match his vibrant hair.

When the entire suit-up process was completed, the mechanical arms released their grip on Alfred. He hesitantly stepped forward, taking in his reflection in a nearby glass surface. The image before him was a striking, youthful woman in a bat costume, complete with ruby lips and expertly done makeup. She brought her hands up to the breasts beneath the suit, giving them a tentative squeeze to see if they were truly real. She bit her lip, the sudden rush she felt catching her off guard.

Alfred's attention was quickly drawn to the high-heeled boots that were now part of his attire. He wobbled slightly as he attempted to take a step, his new center of gravity causing him to feel unsteady on his feet. He gripped a nearby rail for support, trying to regain his balance.

As he slowly adjusted to walking in the heels, Alfred continued to examine his new body. He couldn't help but be amazed and overwhelmed by the results of the transformation. His body had been completely altered, and he now stood before the mirror as a youthful, feminine version of himself dressed as Batwoman.

Feeling the weight of the situation, Alfred approached the Batcomputer, hoping to find a way to undo the transformation. He cautiously made his way across the cave, struggling to maintain his balance in the unfamiliar heels.

"Batcomputer, reverse this immediately!"

"Negative, Batwoman. You are needed in Gotham."