Kate is now Katie...

Katie woke to find herself laying on a black plastic bedding. She leaned up and looked around, she was in Wayne Manor, but it was a bedroom that she didn’t recognize. All around were erotic art of women on leashes, whip, blindfolds, bedroom dungeon furniture, and all sorts of other erotic elements. Katie shook her head, she had asked herself what was happening, but heard her internal voice call herself Katie, not Kate. She rolled over to get up and stopped at the sight of her in the ceiling mounted mirror.

Katie gasped at the sight of herself. Her hair was still red, but it was done in the 90’s Racheal style with a base of crimson red with highlights of red-orange, copper, and titan. Katie was clad is an two thousands porn star in a latex corset with open bra cups connected by garter straps to black rubber thigh high stockings, black rubber opera gloves, strappy clear platform sandals, and a choker with glittering letters spelling out ‘Mommy’ around her neck.

“Ok,” Katie managed as she hopped to her feet off the bed and found herself perfectly at ease in the ten inch heels and three inch platforms of the stripper sandals.

So far she hadn’t been able to scream, yell, shout, or complain about these changes she found thrust upon herself. She was keenly aware of her body being devoid of all hair outside of her mane and eyebrows and her artificially perky D cup tits. That Imp must be like one of the ones that kept harassing Superman, but for some reason it decided that she needed to live a life as some sort of male fantasy.

*Flush*

Katie whipped her head around to look in the direction of the toilet flush was coming from and saw Bruce walk out wearing a bathrobe.

“Bruce,” Katie started.

But any words to articulate her distress were cut off before she speak them. Bruce looked up from tying the bathrobe as he exited the bathroom and smiled at her.

“Katie dear, I suppose you don’t want me to get dressed, do you?” Bruce asked with that honey sweet baritone voice that made Katie’s pussy dampen.

Before Katie could respond, Bruce started to undo the half tied knot of the belt and let the bathrobe open. What remained of her gold star life long lesbian mind was revolted by the sight of her half naked cousin, but her body was reacting with lust at the sight of his strong broad hairless chest in the leather x-harness, his six pack abs…

Katie was helpless at the sight of Bruce’s half mast cock; mouth watering, pussy drooling, her legs and hips strutting like she was possessed by a dead stripper, Katie made her way to Bruce and dropped to her knees in front of him. Without using her hands, Katie got Bruce’s cock into her mouth. The lesbian inside of her was revolted and wanted to gag, vomit, or cut this thing off and spit it out… but Katie was a helpless passenger as her body proceeded to suck and lick the cock to full mast and taste the pre-cum oozing from the cock head.

“That is nice, but do you want it in your mouth or your pussy my pretty little slut?” Bruce asked mockingly.

“Please fill, my pussy,” Katie heard herself begging as the cock came out of her mouth, “Fill my pussy, make me your baby mommy!”

Bruce laughed as he picked upper up under the shoulders and carried her over to a leather sling and plopped her down on the black leather body and put her feet in the stirrups. Katie reached up automatically and grabbed the handles. With his left hand, Bruce felt Katie’s latex clad torso and groped her exposed right tit as his right hand started to finger her went pussy. She was helpless but to whimper and moan at the pleasure her body was registering much to her consternation.