You get suited up as Batgirl. Everything goes according to plan.

As you stood in the changing chamber, the camera scanned you up and down, taking precise measurements. You couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension about the whole situation. The robotic arms suddenly sprang to life, and you braced yourself for the transformation.

The first thing the Batcomputer did was to apply a snug, yet not too tight, corset around your waist. You felt the pressure as it cinched your waist, giving you a more feminine silhouette. The sensation was uncomfortable, and you couldn't help but let out a small grunt as you tried to adjust to the feeling.

The robotic arms then proceeded to put you into Batgirl's undergarments, including her bra and panties. The bra had squishy padding to simulate the existence of breasts. The same could be said for the padding on your hips and rear. You squirmed as you were stuffed into the unfamiliar clothing, feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Next, the arms began to dress you in the various components of Batgirl's suit. They started with the dark leggings, followed by the form-fitting bodysuit, which had built-in padding to accentuate your new curves. The gloves and gauntlets came next, each piece meticulously designed to provide both protection and mobility.

As the robotic arms moved to your face, you felt a slight tickle as they applied makeup. A gentle layer of foundation evened out your skin tone, while contouring techniques were used to give your face a softer, more feminine appearance. Your eyes were accentuated with mascara and eyeliner, and your lips were given a subtle, natural-looking tint.

Finally, the cowl was placed on your head, complete with a wig that replicated Barbara's red hair. The strands fell perfectly around your face, framing your new features. You glanced down at your feet as the robotic arms equipped you with Batgirl's high-heeled combat boots. They were surprisingly comfortable and well-balanced, but you knew you'd need some time to adjust to the unfamiliar footwear.

As a finishing touch, the Batcomputer provided a slim, high-tech choker, designed to modify your voice to sound like Batgirl's. The choker fit snugly around your neck, and you tested it out by speaking a few words.

"Uh... test test? Woah... I sound like a chick!"

To your amazement, your voice was a near-perfect match to Barbara's.

Once the transformation was complete, the chamber door opened, and you hesitantly stepped out. Your eyes widened as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The Batcomputer had done an incredible job, and it was nearly impossible to tell you weren't the real Batgirl.

Barbara smirked, clearly impressed by the result.

"See? Told you it would work," _she said with a hint of pride.

"Now, all you have to do is patrol the city for a bit, make sure people see you, and maybe stop a crime or two. Meanwhile, I'll make sure to spend some quality time with my dad and alleviate his suspicions."

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, accepting the task at hand. You couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for the dedication and sacrifices that came with maintaining a secret identity. And though the situation was unusual, you were ready to step into Batgirl's high-heeled boots for the night, ensuring the safety of Gotham and the secrecy of your new team.