Hanging With Hawkette (Patreon)

“It’s not safe for you anymore,” Hawkgirl said, looking at the now 5’ tall, 94 pound female Hawkman head become.

“I’m just as tough as I always was!” Hawkman shouted, sounding like a petulant little girl. He tossed his long, golden hair and stared up at Hawkgirl, eyes blazing with defiance.

Hawkgirl chuckled. She couldn’t help herself. He just looked so cute trying to act tough.

Hawkman seethed. Being laughed at was too much. “Bring it on!” He said. “You think I’ve lost my edge then—“

Whomp! Hawkgirl swung her leg and knocked Hawkman off his feet. Before he could react, she pounced, landing on top of him, pinning is arms over his head. He struggled, trying to push her off, to twist free, but she was too big, too strong… He tried to headbutt her, but Hawkgirl his forehead banged against her armored helmet, and she saw him go cross-eyed and fall back.

“You cheated,” Hawkman said, refusing to believe this reality— that he was so small and— helpless?

“Hawkette,” Hawkgirl said. “You need to face fact.”

“Best two out of three.”

“Fine.”

Hawkgirl let him up. Took some paces back. They each assumed combat poses. Hawkman made some feints, finally tried an attack. Hawkgirl caught his wrist, twisted his arm back and had him on his knees. “Tap out,” she said. “I could break your arm.”

Hawkman struggled, squealed. He hated being controlled, bested, dominated— by a woman? He felt like a child, his tiny little body no match for Hawkgirl’s, and he felt sick as he tapped out.

“That’s two out of—“

Hawkman swept one of his wings at her eyes, thinking to catch her off guard, blind her…. But Hawkgirl blocked his wing strike and then feeling she had no other choice, she punched him in the guy, hard. Hawkman doubled over, and in an instant once more found himself pinned to the floor, Hawkgirl’s holding him down as he wiggled and squirmed and then… NO, NO he thought, but then the tears started to pour down his cheeks.

“It’s so unfair! It isn’t right!”

“There, there,” Hawkgirl said, letting him up. Hawkman knelt, covering his face in his hands as he sobbed. Hawgirl still wasn’t used to his wild mood swings, but she put an arm and a wing over his shoulder. “It isn’t fair,” she agreed. “But we’ll fix this. We will.”

She let him cry himself out, then sat back across from him as he wiped the tears away from his cheeks. His mascara had run, and in spire of herself Hawkgirl once more found herself admiring how sweet and adorable he was. “What should I do?” He asked in a small voice.

“Stay inside. Just let me and the others investigate this change. Maybe talk to Little Huntress? She’s going through the same thing.”

“He’s going through the same thing,” Hawkman said, getting up and heading right to the dressing table. Taking a wipe and cleaning off his mascara. Hawkgirl couldn’t help but notice the way his new uniform hugged his perfect, heart-shaped rear, lifted to perfection by his spiked heels. It seemed the girls were all clinging to the notion that they were men, a thought Hawkman immediately affirmed.

“I’m still a man,” he said. “And so is… he tried to say Batman, but whatever had changed them into girls had also made it so no one could use their former names. “Little Huntress.”

“Of course you are,” Hawkgirl said as Hawkman sifted through several tubes of mascara, smiled happily as he found the one he was looking for, and started to fix his makeup, mouth hanging open while he did his eyes. “Oh, and what about Aqualass?”

Hawkman shrugged. He was focused intently on brushing the mascara onto his lashes, making them longer, wetter, prettier. He had the worst anxiety and just couldn’t function if his makeup was even a little bit off.

When he finished, he examined his face, decided he needed some concealer and blush. “Why Aqualass?” He asked. “We were never that close.”

“Well, he’s a princess now, too, so you have that in common.”

“I am NOT a princess!” Hawkman said, with an imperious wave of his hand. Having worked a little concealer under his eyes, he picked up the big, fluffy camel hair brush and dusted his cheeks.

Hawkgirl let it go. In fact, he was a princess, but she regretted making that little comment. Instead, he got up and took a position behind him, adjusting his silver circlet, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “I know. You’re still a big, strong man inside.”

“Yes, I am,” Hawkman said, and now he giggled.

Hawkman’s uniform had changed along with his body. Instead of a fierce helmet that mirrored Hawkgirl’s, part of their uniform as member of the Hawk-police, he now had a circled with cute little angel wings, and a sparkling stone in the middle of his forehead. Plunging neckline that celebrated the swell of cleavage, and sleeveless, of course, to show off his slender little arms. It ended in what amounted to booty shorts, and of course the heels? It was all completely impractical, and Hawkgirl wondered ironically if these changes had been wrought by some comic book nerd from the 1970s.

“You look great,” Hawkgirl said.

“Thanks!” Hawkman giggled, getting up. His tears and sorrow had now been replaced by bubble enthusiasm, and he was all smiles and giggles. “Let’s go to the JLA satellite!” He said. “I can use our resources to figure out who did this! How to fix this!”

“That’s the spirit!” Hawkgirl liked the plan. Her little Hawkette would be safer there, she figured.

“Let’s go!” Hawkman said, pumping a fist in the air and lifting one knee, like an over-caffeinated cheerleader.

“You better pack first,” Hawkgirl said.

“Pack?”

Hawkgirl nodded toward the dressing table. “Your makeup?”

“Omigod!” Hawkman shrieked. “I can’t believe I almost forgot!” He grabbed his travel bag and started throwing lipstick and foundation and mascara and eyeliner…

Arp! Arp! Arp!

“There’s an emergency!” Hawkgirl said. “Let’s go.”

“Just a sec,” Hawkman said, throwing more and more beauty products into his bag. He caught Hawkgirl’s look. “It’s part of the change!” He said.

‘I know, sweetie. Just hurry.”

“I am!” Hawkman said, petulantly stomping one foot.