Jinx

Damian blinked open his eyes, finding himself in an overly cluttered room littered with cartoonish ammunition, bombs, and gadgets. The walls were painted with chaotic and vibrant graffiti that seemed to mirror the whimsical character of its occupant. This wasn't a world that looked like Gotham City. This was something straight out of the video games. But it wasn't supposed to look like this. He had chosen the male preference, hadn't he?

He glanced down and saw that he was wearing a powder blue bralette over a striped purple and black crop top. His eyes widened in horror as he realized he was also wearing a pair of short, tight pink shorts and suspenders, accessorized with an array of belts and holsters. To his utter shock, the image of Jinx gazed back at him in the reflection of a mirror on the wall.

"What in the..."

His eyes widened as he took in his new outfit. His heart pounded in his chest and he instinctively reached up to touch the oddly cool metallic tattoos that adorned his arms, very unlike his own Robin suit. His nails painted blue.

"No, no, no, this isn't right..."

He stomped over to the mirror, his scowl reflecting back at him in the glass. He saw the oversized goggles perched atop his head and the vibrant blue pigtails that fell past his shoulders. The last bit of the visage was confirmed as he saw the elaborate rocket launcher named "Fishbones" leaning against the wall nearby.

"I chose the MALE option!"

Damian fumed, clenching his fists.

"And certainly not... whoever this is supposed to be!"

He gestured down at the absurd outfit, huffing in frustration. A long beat of silence followed as he stood there, glaring at his reflection. He sighed, annoyed at his own visage staring back at him. He looked like one of those guys at comic con that put on a female costume just for fun. The bra cups hung over his flat chest, the shorts sat uncomfortably snug on his crotch, and his blue pigtails...

"Ow ow! Okay, okay, they're real!"

He quickly waved his hand in a crescent motion, summoning the interaction menu. He tapped quit with his manicured nail.

Access denied. Complete the objective to exit the simulation.

"Game objective? What the hell are you on about?"

Annoyed, he tapped the option several more times.

Nothing.

Dammit! He needed to get out of here! He didn't dare to think of the endless humiliation he'd suffer if his father or any of the Bat Family saw him in this state.

Suddenly, a wave of light engulfed Damian. His heart pounded against his chest as an uncanny sensation coursed through his body, starting from his feet. His sturdy boots reformed into feminine ankle boots, perfectly fitting his suddenly petite feet. He felt his muscular calves contract and shape into smoother, slimmer versions.

"What... what's happening?" he stammered, the tone of his voice laced with a mix of confusion and dread.

The tingling sensation shot upwards, making his thighs convulse. His muscular thighs morphed into softer, feminine ones, the skin smooth and untouched by the harsh training he underwent daily. The pink shorts he was wearing tightened and reshaped, clinging to his now-curvaceous hips and rounded backside. His flat and toned abdomen softened, his waist shrinking inwards to create a pronounced hourglass figure.

But it was the sensation around his groin area that had Damian gasping aloud. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. His male anatomy seemed to recede, pulling inwards and reshaping into something else entirely. The discomfort soon gave way to a feeling of intense pleasure that had him gasping and clutching at the counter in the room.

He tried to steady his breath as he grappled with the new sensations. His heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through his veins. It was then that he felt his chest constrict. His eyes shot down in time to see the bralette tightening and filling out. The sudden weight on his chest was startling. He looked down to see two large breasts taking shape within the bralette.

"Wait, wait...no!"

He stammered, his hands moving instinctively to cover the breasts. But his protests went unheard as the transformation continued.

His arms thinned, muscles retracting and the skin smoothening out. The metallic tattoos that adorned his arms reformed into Jinx's actual tattoos. He watched, wide-eyed, as his fingers became slender and dainty, his nails now painted a vibrant blue.

Lastly, it was his face. His strong, sharp features began to soften. His cheekbones heightened, his jawline thinned, his lips plumped. His hair, already in pigtails, seemed to soften and shine with an increased vibrancy. His eyes widened and turned a bright blue. He could feel his vocal cords shifting, his voice pitching higher.

"What...what..."

Damian's voice came out, a perfect imitation of Jinx's whimsical and high-pitched tone. He clamped his mouth shut, shocked by what he heard.

The light around him finally faded, leaving him breathless and confused. Damian, or rather Jinx, took a moment to steady herself before moving shakily towards the mirror. Her reflection stared back with wide, horrified eyes.