Saturn Girl

The light dimmed. The dial gone. Jason frowned. What the hell was that all about?

"Brother Eye, what just-"

Jason's eyes shot open. He grabbed his throat. What was wrong with his voice? Where was his helmet? Even his domino mask he wore underneath was gone! He brought his palm up to feel his face but stopped, his eyes widening at the sight of his hand encased in a pink opera glove. Long blonde hair brushed against his gloved fingers, causing her to grasp the strands that fell into view. She tugged, only to yelp, the golden locks attached to her scalp. Since when did he have hair this long? And blonde?

"Eye? Eye!"

The more he heard his own voice, the more he had to face the fact that he wasn't quite himself. Looking down, he gasped. He was greeted by two perky breasts encased in a hot pink leotard. The suit had a cut on each side of the top to expose more skin, the bottom and top portions connected together by a Saturn shaped planet pennant. He wrapped his hands around them, squeezing them and moving them around. To his horror, they were all too real. He felt every last movement and touch. The newfound sensitivity of his breasts sent signals to his brain he didn't understand.

"Am I a...."

He tugged at the fabric of his new skimpy costume. He ran his hands down his body, taking in the curves he now possessed. His palm glazed his crotch just slightly, the tight fitting suit firmly pressed against his new equipment. He didn't feel anything down there. His worst fear had been realized. Whatever had that dial done to him?

"It.. made me a chick...?"

Frantically, she looked for her reflection in a nearby window, nearly stumbling in her matching pink thigh highs. She froze when she saw a half naked girl standing there with a surprised look on her face. She didn't recognize the costume at all. Her beautiful face was covered in makeup and framed by her voluminous blonde hair. The former Red Hood stared at the girl in abject horror.

Jason reached out and touched her hand against the glass. The reflection did the same.

"Who the hell even is this?!"

She stood there in disbelief that she had somehow become a different person, let alone some hot blonde girl in a pink one-piece.

"The dial!"

It hit her like a runaway train. The dial must have done this to her. Dammit, why didn't she listen to Brother Eye?

Jason went to search for the device but tripped and fell flat on her face. The ridiculous high heeled boots had gotten the better of her.

"God fucking dammit!"

She scoured the rooftop, finding nothing.

"What, did it vanish? It was just right here!"

Jason groaned in her new feminine tone, facepalming.

"I swear, I'll never second guess Eye ever again. Just lemme find that damn dial..."

There was no way anyone would believe she was actually Red Hood. She didn't even know who she was supposed to be.

"I dialed hero... maybe this girl is supposed to be some kind of superhero?"