JLA 13 (Patreon)

Huntress led Batman through the JLA satellite to the conference room. He instinctively walked slightly behind and to the side of her. Wonder Woman, Zatanna, and Hawkwoman sat at the table. Dr. Fate was sitting on a chair away from the conference table, filing his nails. “Go sit with Little Z,” Huntress said, giving Batman a little pat on the ass.

Batman smiled. He liked it when she reminded him he was hers. Dr. Fate looked up as Batman approached, and immediately shrieked. “Omigod! Is Catwoman your big now?”

“Girls?” Wonder Woman said. “Keep it down.”

Batman and Fate exchanged a chagrined look, then sat close together and began whispering.

“He does look super cute,” Wonder Woman said, looking at Batman in his skintight Catowoman outfit. “You gonna keep him like that?”

“I don’t know,” Huntress said, sitting down, looking over at the pretty little thing that Batman had become. “He is adorable, but I sort of like having him as my little me.”

“I know what you mean,” Wonder Woman agreed. “I just love seeing Wonderlass in his little costume.”

“Enough about the girls,” Hawkwoman said. “Where are we with the whole forced feminization of all the men in the world thing?”

“Lil Huntress got the name from Catwoman: Circe and Silver Sorcerous.”

“So, what now?”

“I can locate them,” Zatanna said. “And then, confrontation seems the best option.”

“And what about the girls?”

“I don’t think they would be helpful, other than Little Miss Z. Maybe we should, I don’t know, send them all on a spa day?”

The women all chuckled. “As much as I and they would love that, there’s this whole ridiculous jumping rope thing. Maybe we can use that. Make it look like we are there, and catch our enemies by surprise.” Wonder Woman said.

“I could put an illusion on some people,” Zatanna offered. “Make them look like us.”

“Sounds good. And as for Lil Huntress?”

“She can help Superman get ready. Hopefully, they can resist making out for at least a little while.”

“They make such a cute couple,” Huntress said.

“Lil Huntress?”

“Yes, miss?” Batman said, getting right to his feet, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I want you to help Wonderlass get ready for he big contest. Make sure she is super cute.”

Batman’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Thanks, thanks, thanks!” He gushed.

“And NO kissing until after the contest.”

Batman’s sparkle immediately diminished. “No kissing? But—“

“Lil Huntress?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Very good.”

Sometime Later…

Superman came out of the dressing room, smile beaming. He got in front of the mirror, turned and turned, posing. Batman looked on critically. Superman was wearing short shorts. His too tiny tank top ended just below his breasts, showing off his taut belly. His sports bra was visible in a “oopsy” kind of sexy way, and the wide, open sleeves offered a precious glimpse of side boob.

Batman knew how insecure Superman was despite his being, like, so pretty, and so he smiled and put a hand to his chest. “You look so cute!” He said. “Oh, that skin!”

Superman tilted his head to the side and twisted a lock of his hair. “But?”

“This is the biggest moment of your life!” Batman said. “The whole world will be watching! I think your outfit could be even cuter!”

“Ugh!” Superman said, pouting. “Fine!” He spun on his heel and marched back toward the dressing room. The previous 14 outfits he’d already tried on lay scattered on the floor outside the door.

Batman smiled to himself. As if, he thought, knowing that Superman LOVED trying on different outfits, looking at himself in the mirror. But, his little fit had been adorable. It was all Batman could do from getting into the dressing room with Superman and “helping” him out of his outfit. But, he had orders from his big, and he had to obey her. She was a woman!

Batman was glad he’d finally been allowed to change out of his Catgirl outfit. It had been fun, and his night as Selena’s toy had been— Oh! But, he was Lil Huntress, and it had just felt wrong on some level to wear that outfit. Now, he felt pretty and conformable in a pair of leggings and an off the shoulder t-shirt that read “Too Pretty” across the chest.

They both would have loved to spend hours and hours more shopping, but the time for the big contest was approaching, and Superman still needed to get his hair done. So, vibrating with the thrill of the hunt, they finally settled super short shorts, a tiny little cut off tank top, and a push up sports bra that was more about emphasizing his breasts than really providing support because— obviously. Had either of them had even an iota of masculinity left, they would have snickered and said that Superman had settled on an outfit that looked pretty much exactly like at least 20 other ones he’d tried on, but they were both girls now, and they could see the chasm between one pair of shorts and another, one tank and another. Men were so stupid!

Superman had his hair blown out- he wanted as much volume as he could get! And then it was carefully arranged into a messy high ponytail that could only look so “thrown together” with intense effort. He practiced some jumps, and he and Batman both giggled and clapped, so excited with how pretty his ponytail bounced.

“All the other boys will be so jealous!” Batman said, his mouth dry, desperate to kiss Superman’s plump, puffy lips.

“All the other boys,” Superman said, admiring himself in the mirror. “And especially ‘Princess’ Darkseid!”

“Okay. Now— makeup!”

Both Batman and Superman had been gifted with a total ability to do makeup, but it just seemed like the thing to have it done professionally. As Superman’s makeup was being done, they chit-chated with the cosmetologist. It turned out he’d been a computer engineer before the change. “But,” he said, as he dusted Superman’s cheeks with a rose colored blush that really brought out his cheekbones so perfectly. “Math and computers are hard and sooooo boring! It’s really better for women.”

“So true!” Batman said, nodding in agreement.

Superman stood, tugging down the back of his shorts, which had ridden up his ass cheeks. “What if these ride up like that while I am jumping rope?”

“Oh, no!” Batman said. “That would be so awful!”

They both giggled, but resisted the urge to hug. Neither believed for a minute they would be able to keep their hands off each other if they touched now.

And so, Superman primped and painted, he got ready to face what he now believed was the greatest moment of his life: a world wide televised contest jumping rope against HER.