This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).
In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?
Enjoy!
Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 1: New, Improved Batgirl
Wednesday, 2:45 pm
Jim Gordon drummed his fingers on the rim of the steering wheel, as he waited in his car, in the "Visitors' parking lot of 'Gotham Pines', an exclusive private hospital, situated on the outskirts of Gotham City. He glanced at his watch, for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes. Barbara was due to be discharged today, and had asked him to pick her up at 2:30 pm. It was now a quarter to three and there was still no sign of her.
His only daughter had been admitted into the hospital some three weeks ago, and had insisted that he should not visit her, while she was a patient there. She wouldn't even reveal what was wrong with her, mysteriously referring to her medical condition as 'one of those minor female problems', whenever he'd tried to broach the delicate subject. Still, he was a caring father, as well as the Commissioner of Police, and he couldn't help but worry about her. He had kept in touch, speaking to his daughter daily, over the telephone. Apparently the operation, or operations, had been a total success and there had been no unwanted medical complications.
He glanced out of the windshield, toward the main entrance of the modern, brick-built building. There was still no sign of her. The early summer sky had turned dull and overcast, with rain just starting to fall, heavily. Barbara had become increasingly withdrawn over the last six months, and seemed to have abandoned most of her friends, except for that pretty little blonde girl, Jennifer Goodbody, who was also her research assistant at the Gotham Central Library. This change in personality had all seemed to stem from that horrible incident with The Joker. The evil arch-villain, had kidnapped Barbara, and raped and abused her, while demanding a million dollars ransom for her return.
Jim shuddered, as he recalled the explicit videotape that the Clown of Crime had sent to him, at GCPD headquarters, showing his poor little girl being sexually abused by The Joker. "Thank God for Batman, Robin and the Batgirl!" he murmured, fighting back the tears that threatened to burst forth, at the recollection. "I don't know what I would have done without the Caped Crusaders?" The three crime-fighters had managed to track down the Ghastly Garish Pervert and rescue Barbara, as well as recover the million dollars ransom, kindly loaned to him by multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne, a local businessman and well known philanthropist.
Two figures appeared in the hospital entrance, and he instantly recognized them as Barbara and her young friend, Jenny. Barbara was wearing a big, shapeless overcoat that looked two sizes to big for her, but protected her from the wind and lashing rain. Jenny, on the other hand, was wearing a skimpy summer dress, with a disgustingly short skirt, totally inadequate for the prevailing weather conditions. He tooted his horn and gave them a wave, to get their attention.
The girls spotted him and hurried over to the car, splashing through the puddles that had started to form, before tumbling in the back seat together, both giggling like overgrown schoolgirls.
"Hi, daddy!" Barbara said, cheerfully, once she had extracted herself from a tangle of shapely limbs. She leant forward and planted a big wet kiss on his cheek, along with much of the bright-red lipstick that she had plastered over her lips. "Sorry we're a little late, but we got chatting to a couple of the nurses who'd looked after me, while I was in there," she added, a little breathlessly.
Strictly speaking, Jim Gordon wasn't Barbara's real father, but her uncle, but he had brought her up as his daughter, after both her parents had died in a tragic automobile accident, when she was just eight years old, but Jim always thought of her as his own flesh and blood.
"Are you all right, dear?" he asked, concern obvious in his voice.
"Fine, daddy! Jen popped over to ensure I got home safely!"
"Hi, Mr. Gordon!" Jennifer chipped in, busily trying to tug down the short hem of her abbreviated skirt, with only qualified success.
Jim glanced at the shapely blonde, in the rear-view mirror and blinked. Her damp dress was clinging to her spectacular figure, and he could clearly see her areolas and nipples through the semi-translucent material of her top. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra or even a sensible vest. He even caught a glimpse of her panties. They were white lace and clung tightly to her… "Er, hello, Jennifer!" he replied, belatedly, raising his eyes to the reflection of her cheerful face. "Shouldn't you be at work today, young lady?" he added, accusingly.
"I managed to get the day off, so I could help Barbara settle back into her apartment, sir!" the younger girl replied, cheerfully.
"Very thoughtful of you, Jenny," Jim murmured, starting the engine, and slipping the transmission into first gear, while trying to ignore the uncomfortable bulge that had developed in his pants. The car slowly pulled away and he drove out onto the highway, heading for Barbara's luxury apartment building in downtown Gotham City.
"Oh, by the way, dear, how would you like me to take you out for dinner tonight? To celebrate your um, your, ah… successful operation. What was it you said you'd had to have done, princess?"
Barbara grinned. "Stop fishing for information, daddy! You're only embarrassing us both! Anyway, I promised myself I would wash my hair tonight, and Jenny is going to stop over to keep me company. So, can I have a rain-check on that date?"
She saw the look of disappointment on her father's face, in the rear-view mirror, and added, "Tomorrow lunchtime would be just fine, daddy!"
Jim brightened up, and tried to keep his mind on the road. Things had been a little hectic of late, what with Batgirl out of the country, and the Dynamic Duo also out of town for a couple of days. Luckily, there hadn't been a major crime wave in their absence, and his valiant police force had been able to adequately cope. Anyway, Batman was due back today.
"We'll have to get you out of those wet clothes, as soon as we get back to my place," Barbara whispered to her blonde companion, placing a hand on Jenny's damp exposed right thigh and gently stroking it.
"Oooh, I can hardly wait!" Jen replied in a hushed voice, and then giggled, girlishly, as she parted her legs, hopefully. She and Barbara had been an item for the best part of a year now, but they were trying to keep it under wraps. Neither girl wanted to come out yet, and admit they were lesbian lovers!
Wednesday, 3:05 pm
The Police Commissioner dropped the two girls off, outside of the apartment building, and then watched them run through the rain and in through the front entrance. "Jennifer's a nice enough girl," he muttered, "but she will insist on dressing like a hooker! I wish she'd take a leaf out of Barbara's book, and dress a little more conservatively!" He sighed, and then, using his mirror, he signaled with his blinker and pulled out into the traffic flow.
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As soon as the two girls were inside the apartment, Jennifer closed the steel reinforced door and lent back against it, panting, heavily. They'd just ran up the fire stairs, rather than use the elevator. Both girls liked to keep fit and in shape. "OK, let's see them," she demanded, eagerly. "Let's see what all the fuss is about!"
Barbara chuckled at the sight of the blonde girl almost peeing herself with excitement. "Patience, child! I've hardly had time to catch my breath!" she scolded.
"Come on, cut out the shy young virgin routine. Get 'em out!" Jenny retorted, her blue eyes glittering with curiosity.
"Oh, all right, if you insist!" Barbara shrugged off her woolen overcoat, revealing a smart white blouse and a black skirt, reaching down to just below mid-thigh. She tugged the shirt from the waistband of her skirt, then deliberately turned her back to Jenny, before started to unbutton it.
"Hurry up!"
Barbara grinned and having unfastened the last button, quickly shrugged the crisp, white garment from her shoulders and tugged it from her arms, before tossing it onto the chesterfield. "Well, what do you think?" she enquired, turning back to face the blonde, shoulders pressed back and hands resting on her hips.
"Wow!" Jennifer's eyes opened wide. "They… They are absolutely fantastic, Barbara! Incredible! There was nothing wrong with your old boobs, but these… Wow!"
Barbara turned to look in the wall mirror. "Yes, they aren't bad, are they?" she murmured, smugly, lightly supporting them in the palms of her hands. "They're not much bigger than my old ones, of course. I used to be a 35b and now I'm a 36c, but they're so much firmer and rounder!" She giggled. "Batgirl should never need to wear a sports bra again!"
"Remind me how they do it again," Jennifer asked, her eyes glued to the lovely firm globes of tit-flesh, sitting high on Barbara's chest.
They make small incisions at the base of the breasts, and insert these silicon rubber sacks, which are then filled with gel, until your breasts are the required size." Barbara squeezed her breasts together, and then allowed them to spring apart again, delighted at their elasticity. "They feel and behave perfectly naturally, but they're sooh deliciously firm, without a hint of droop, unlike my old ones. I feel like a new woman!"
"You'll have to make do with me for the time being," Jenny retorted, stepping close. "May I feel them, please?"
