Miss Heed

"Ungh…"

A groan escaped from Jason Todd’s lips, better known as the Red Hood. He felt a sharp discomfort in his chest as he stirred from his unconsciousness. With a start, he sat up, hands instinctively moving to the source of discomfort, only for him to freeze. His eyes widened, horror dawning on him as he looked down, his vision obfuscated by the kiss shaped, pink tinted glasses he was wearing.

Where there once was battle-hardened muscle, there was now soft skin and curves. His clothes, usually armor and a red helmet, had been replaced by a pink crop top that left very little to the imagination. His hands were now placed on a pair of lovely mounds.

"What in the—" Jason's words were cut short as he heard the unfamiliar voice. His own usually gruff, intimidating tone was replaced by a high pitched, musical voice.

_"Oh God no…" _he murmured, the pink hair brushing his fingers sending him into further shock.

Looking down, he took in the sight of the hourglass figure, his new breasts creating a firm cleavage in his heart shaped cutout top, the short pink skirt barely covering his thick thighs and voluptuous ass, and the white thigh-high heeled boots. His body was that of a picture-perfect feminine ideal, a stark contrast to his usual hard and muscular form.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" he said, his new voice sounding frantic. He needed a mirror. Staggering to his feet, he almost toppled over, unaccustomed to the strange, tall footwear.

Finally, he caught sight of his reflection. Staring back at him was a woman with heart-shaped pink almond eyes, black heart-shaped pupils, and curtain bangs on her strawberry pink hair. Around her neck was a gold choker and on her ears were pink and white headphones with a small mic attached.

A wave of dread washed over him. This wasn't just any woman, based on her appearance. He had no idea who she was, but she had to be some sort of really gimmicky superhero of some sort. Or just a girl with really bad taste.

"This can't be happening," he stammered out, running his new slender fingers over the face in the mirror. He was Red Hood, feared and intimidating. Now, he was trapped in the body of a woman who couldn’t be more different than him.

He was the Red Hood, feared and respected in the criminal underworld, not some pink-wearing social media personality. He was used to guns and weapons, not heart-shaped everything and perfume-laced bracelets.

How could this have possibly happened?! One minute he was standing on a rooftop in Gotham City fiddling with some strange device, ignoring Brother Eye's warning, and poof... he woke up here.

His breathing became shallow and erratic as panic began to set in. He was muscular, he was intimidating, he was a man. Now, he was a strawberry-haired, pink-loving...girl. Jason felt an existential terror like he had never known.

Just then, the sound of an incoming message echoed in the room, "Miss Heed, are you ready for your live stream?"

Jason paled further. A stream? Miss Heed?

"Hell no... no, no, no," he mumbled, panicking. He had to get out of there and fast.

"I need to find a way out of this mess," he murmured, his voice still startlingly soft and melodic. He shut his eyes tight, willing the world to return to normal. After a long moment, he cracked one eye open. Nope. Still in a crop top.

He turned away from his reflection, struggling to balance on the unfamiliar heels. Each step was an exercise in maintaining balance and suppressing his rising panic. He almost missed the message on his—Miss Heed's—phone.

"Stream starting in 15 minutes," it read.

Jason glanced around the room, which he now realized looked more like a filming studio. Lights, a backdrop, a camera on a tripod. He groaned, running a hand through his thick strawberry hair.

"Okay, think, Jason," he said to himself. "How the hell did I get here? I need to change back..."

A sudden thought struck him, causing him to freeze. The dial! That was the last thing he touched before he woke up in this nightmare!

If he was in Miss Heed's body, where was she, the real Miss Heed? Was she in his? The thought of the vain and flirtatious woman running around in his body was somehow more horrifying than his current predicament.