Padme Amidala (Clone Wars)

The sun shined passed the curtains and onto the vigilante's face. He sighed, realizing it was time to get up. He chalked up everything that he had just seen and experienced to be some bizarre dream. Something that impossible couldn't happen to him right? He was just Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, defender of Bludhaven. Friendly, neighborhood, street-level superhero.

As he came to, he realized his bedroom was different. Wait, this wasn't his bedroom at all! And where did his clothes go?!

Sitting upright rather abruptly, Dick frantically scanned the room. It looked like a bedroom, just not his bedroom. Everything was oddly futuristic. What was that outside..? He got up, using the blankets to cover himself, and peering out the window. He gawked at the spaceships floating overhead in rows. Spaceships? And not ones from Earth from the looks of it. The city he was in was nothing like he'd ever seen before. There were high tech, uniquely structured buildings that reached for the skies and stretched to the horizon. If only Tim could see this. It was every sci-fi nerds wet dream.

Where in the world was he? Where in the universe was he?

Dick's investigative skills took hold. He started to rummage through the apartment, opening drawers and searching cabinets. There had to be something he could use in there. He checked the closet and found a lot of intricate looking outfits. Dick didn't know much about fashion, but he didn't need to be a detective to be able to tell that these clothes were meant for a woman. He was nude, so his costume must have been taken from him while he was out. Maybe this apartment belonged to a female? Perhaps she was who found him when he arrived? His memory of what happened prior to blacking out was fuzzy at best.

A light flashed on the nightstand, causing Dick to leap into a defensive stance. However, to his astonishment, a small transparent person stood there. He wore a full suit of armor unlike anything he'd seen before. The plating was a dirty gray with thick blue lines painted down the middle. Maybe it was white once? The soldier's armor appeared worn down with rows of tick marks on the helmet. He had two futuristic pistols holstered on his belt with a black kama and a pauldron. Whoever this guy was, he'd likely seen many battles.

"Senator Amidala, this is Captain Rex. Your escort is ready to leave when you are, ma'am." He had a New Zealander accent as well, leaving Dick even more confused. He was military from the looks of it, he did identify himself as a Captain after all. What kind of name is Rex, though? Like a T-Rex?

The vision vanished as fast as it popped up.

"A hologram..?" Dick scrunched his brows. This was freaky. What did that guy call him?

"Senator Amidala? Captain Rex? Ma'am? New Zealand?" They were probably addressing the woman that owned the apartment, but there was no one else there with him.

Dick figured he wasn't going to find any answers searching under the bed. He had to get dressed and go outside. There were people out there and they spoke English from the sound of it. The only problem was he was ass naked and the only clothes available to him belonged to whoever this Amidala lady was. Sighing, he began to sift through the hangars once again looking for the lest effeminate outfit he could find that didn't look like it would tear the second he tried to squeeze into it.

The Flying Grayson settled on the white jumpsuit. He tugged on the material of the outfit, finding it to be very stretchy. He wasn't about to borrow any underwear, that was just too much. He'd go commando for a little while until he either found his clothes or some men's attire.

Dick slipped his legs into the ivory jumpsuit, the material clinging to his skin tightly. He put his arms through the sleeves and struggled for a second but managed to get the zipper up all the way. To his astonishment, the suit didn't rip or tear, it just stuck to him like a second skin. Looking himself over in the mirror, he could see the suit had built it bra cups that jutted out from his chest. They were empty, but they made him somehow look even more ridiculous. He didn't want to make a bad first impression on these weird space people so he decided it would be best to just take it off and try something else.

However, when he went to unzip the garment, he couldn't get it off! He tugged and tugged but the damn thing wouldn't budge. Was it getting tighter? He continued to fight against the effeminate prison but it only squeezed him more the more he struggled.

"What is this thing made of?!"

The suit felt like it was silk but with the elasticity of spandex and the durability of industrial grade fabric.

Dick fell to his knees, yanking on the collar to try and squirm his shoulder out but it was no use. Still, he kept going, flopping over on the floor as it just kept shrinking.

POP!

Dick winced, several more similar cracking sounds came from his waist as the suit pinched in at his waist. The fabric strained against his abs until the muscle deteriorated and gave way to the outfit. His ribs snapped, allowing his torso to cave inward in the middle. His already narrow waist was crushed down even further while his spine cracked as well.

Even as Dick tired himself out, the suit didn't let up. His shoulders were squashed down into a more petite frame, his overall torso following suit with his waist and becoming smaller overall. His neck lost it's muscularity along with his Adam's apple dissolving into nothingness. Muscle mass depleted and moved to other areas of his body more in need. Was it getting hot in there or was it just him? He started to sweat as any excess muscle and fat left his body along with any body hair below his jawline.

Speaking of which, his sharp chin softened and his features grew less masculine by the second. His jet black hair lightened into a chestnut brown, the strands tying up into a sci-fi looking bun. Light makeup caked his face while his lips filled out and his eyelashes lengthened.

Dick clutched his hips, grunting as they popped outwards, widening more and more. This change paved the way for the surplus of unused fat to spill into his thighs and ass. His behind filled the suit out nicely, it sticking to his new butt like a symbiote. There was no way he wouldn't turn heads now. He couldn't see it but he now possessed the type of ass that good men turned to the Dark Side and waged wars over.

The suit getting tighter and tighter, yet more form fitting in other areas that completed transformation, left little to the imagination. His manhood was clearly visible in the compressed fabric. He'd never admit it, but the feeling of the soft material clutching his member while he tried to shift it around made him aroused. His newly thick, hairless legs brushing up against it didn't help. Dick pulled on the suit but his efforts became more fruitless with each attempt, his biceps having lost heir strength and his hands now smaller and dainty with manicured nails.

"This isn't happen- What- My voice!"

Dick squeaked. He didn't know it, but he sounded exactly like Natalie Portman. To him, he just sounded like a girl. He wanted to think that all of this was starting to make sense, but it still really didn't.

His nipples brushed up against the bra cups a couple times, sending some static signals to his brain that he didn't quite understand. What he hadn't notice in his thrashing about on the floor was that his bra cups had gradually become less empty. He raised a feeble hand to grasp one of them and found it to be mostly full. He tugged at the bra cups, unwilling to let the next change occur without a fight but it was too late. All he accomplished was teasing his newly sensitive nipples as fat continued to pour into his blossoming breasts.

Dick's dick was still excited, probably the most excited he'd ever been, and it wasn't slowing down thanks to him unwittingly teasing his new breasts while they grew. Surely enough, as his transformation wrapped up, his manhood began to recede as well.

Foreign thoughts flooded the former boy wonder's mind. His physical brain was changing to that of this woman's. Padme. That was her name. Padme Amidala, once the Queen and now Senator of Naboo. Visions of living on her homeworld, growing up as royalty, pretending to not be the queen while a decoy took charge during an insurrection, meeting a boy named Anakin. That name...

"Anakin..."

Dick mumbled incoherently. Why did it sound so familiar? Speaking it only made him shiver and groan, his dick vigorously receding now back into his crotch. But he was too distracted by the trance of euphoria he was being put under. The visions grew stronger, he could now clearly see Anakin's face. He'd saved Padme on numerous occasions. He was a Republic hero, a... a Jedi..?

"Hrnng.... Anakin..."

He whispered, recalling the nights Padme spent alone with Anakin in secret. Having to hide their affairs from the Jedi Council. It was so romantic. His genitals basically gone now as they reformed inside of his body and triggering a massive orgasm that had a ripple effect throughout his entire form. Any finishing touches to his transformation happened in mere seconds. His breasts finished developing, pressing firmly into the bra cups of the suit and stretching the material slightly. He had to be a solid C-Cup. There was one other thing...

"Anakin!"

Dick felt his body complete his transition to female.

The new senator panted for air as she laid on the floor drenched in sweat. The suit clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. She sat up slowly, struggling to achieve even that. Her center of gravity was way off, feeling like she'd lost probably a hundred pounds in total whereas she gained weight in other areas. Namely in her chest and hips. The ever present sensation of having breasts wasn't one that she could see herself getting used to.

Standing up, albeit wobbling a little, she caught a look at herself in the mirror. The face was one she now recognized as Padme's, or, her own, now. She was now the woman that owned the apartment and the one infatuated with that Anakin guy. Merely thinking of him sent butterflies to her stomach and she heated up in areas she didn't know could do that.

"Well... At least I won't have any issues with blending in...?"

Dick managed to crack a joke and make light of her situation despite everything that had happened. Some semblance of this mess made sense. She traveled to an alternate universe and didn't quite fit in, so what, the universe changed her to fill a role? Dick didn't know jack about magic, that was more so in John Constantine and Zatanna's wheelhouse. Though she would blend in easier like this, it also made it quite difficult to explain her story to anybody without them thinking she was insane. From the visions she saw, this Padme girl didn't just manifest out of thin air. She lived a whole life before Dick just sort of appeared and turned into her.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Senator Amidala, are you ready to leave with your escort?"

Dick opened the door and came face to face with Captain Rex. He was a lot taller than her now, though she probably would have been taller than him had she remained a man.

"Uhhh.... where are we going, again?"