Proceed with the plan. Respond to a crime as Batgirl!

The silence of the Batcave became incredibly awkward as you looked down at yourself again. Moving your new form really made the tightness of the suit all the more obvious. The costume clinging to every crevice your altered body had to offer.

"How does Barbara get around like this?"

You muttered as you took some steps around the cave, quickly adjusting to your shape and the awkwardness of your thighs smoothly brushing together. Giving your fingers a flex in the yellow gloves, you glanced over toward the computer.

You wanted to just figure out how to make the damn thing change you back, but you also really weren't sure messing around with it was the smartest idea. Especially alone. If the computer could make you a perfect copy of your mentor, you weren't entirely sure you wanted to test what else it could do to you. Especially if you ended up doing something wrong.

Besides, you had promised Babs you'd fill in for her tonight. Though you didn't quite have becoming her for a night in mind. And admittedly, like this it'd be much harder for anyone to recognize you. To any outside observer, you really were Batgirl.

"Ugh."

You sigh, resigning yourself to your fate for the evening and running a hand through your new luscious red hair, "Barbara owes me big time for this."

Looking around the cave, you spotted the bike your twin most often took out on her patrols. Plucking at the tight material clinging to your rear and crotch again, you walked over to the vehicle, slowly adjusting to the heeled boots you were wearing, sat down on the seat (and adjusting yourself to try and get comfortable with the larger, firmer ass cushioning you), started the bike, the machine's engine smoothly growling to life, and drove off through and out the Batcave, your short cape and long hair fluttering behind you.

This was going to be a long night…

Some time later, you were driving down the roads of Gotham before the screen on the Bat Bike glowed to life. You pursed your lips as the police scanner built into the bike lists off a few petty crimes that were reported or in progress.

Looking at the closest one, it seemed there was a burglary going on somewhere close to you. Honing in on the address, you revved up the bike and sped off down the streets, your hands reaching for the grapple gun. As you got close, you parked the Bat Bike in a nearby alley and shot the hook into the air where it attached to something on the rooftops. Brushing some of your new hair out of your face, you let the line retract and shoot you up the building. Though you grunted in pain as your boobs scraped the rough brick wall while you hoisted yourself up over the ledge.

"Damn things."

You huffed, pressing and poking the assets you sported before you shook your head. You had to focus! Sure, your body had been completely changed, and your balance was off and yellow heeled boots you were stuck wearing certainly didn't help matters…

'Wait,' you thought, pausing. How are you supposed to fight like this, anyway? Sure, Barbara had been the one showing you the ropes as far as being a vigilante went, but being trained by her and being her were two completely different things! Running a hand through your hair, you groaned. Babs really should have put more thought into this. You felt like some chick in Batgirl cosplay rather than Batgirl herself!

CRACK!

Hearing the sound of glass breaking, you jogged toward the source.

It wasn’t long before you saw a trio of guys crawl through a smashed window, ducking behind a ledge to make sure they didn't see you, you sighed and looked over Barbara's utility belt.

Let's see… there was the grapple gun, some smoke bombs, a few batarangs… pretty standard stuff. Peeking out from behind your ledge, you saw the three step out their **** entryway with some filled bags. No doubt things they'd stolen.

'Come on!' You scolded yourself, 'Am I really going to let someone's livelihood get ruined because I look like… well…'

Your mind trailed off as you looked down at yourself once again tugging at the tight suit clinging to your very clearly female body.

Well, you certainly didn't want to get into this hero work because it'd be easy…

Swallowing your embarrassment, you took a deep breath, grabbed the grapple gun and one of the batarangs adoring your yellow belt, and aimed toward the trio of troublemakers…

A few minutes later, you were brushing yourself down as the three thugs were bound up and struggling on the ground. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your arms and back.

You were just glad these three were just a bunch of new first-timers. If they had been a bit more experienced, that might have been a bit more trouble. Pulling out your own phone, you snapped a quick selfie of you and the goons you had bagged, playfully making a face.

“Thanks for the quick workout, boys!”

You chuckled at the three, “I hope this doesn’t become a regular thing though!” turning and running off as you faintly heard police sirens grow louder, you didn’t want to stay and answer questions.

Though you were pretty sure at least one of those guys was looking at your ass as you ran off.

“Ugh…”

You groaned as you approached the bike, once again needing to pluck a wedgie free, “Does Babs like her suits this tight or something? Or did the machine give me one too small?”

Leaning against the wall, you pulled out your phone and shot your mentor a quick text, including the photo you had took.

“Better get back out on the streets, at least be spotted by some more people at least.”

You said to yourself as you lifted your leg over the bike seat and looking at what else the scanner may have picked up.

It looked like there were still some other things going on for you to do. Someone had reported a Catwoman sighting around the Gotham museum, which certainly didn’t mean anything good. Though there was also Harley Quinn in some sort of high speed chase a few miles from you. You also saw another report of Poison Ivy at Ace Chemicals. Among a few other smaller petty crimes.

Maybe getting into a tangle with more experienced villains like them wasn’t a very smart idea though… especially while you were out and about looking like someone else… Several unpleasant scenarios rushed through your head, but at the same time… someone needed to do something.

Or maybe you should just stick to the smaller-level stuff for the night. If those three were up to something, one of the bigger league heroes would probably get on the job as well…