Chapter 2
Robin prepares, Alfred beware!
The evening before the date in Part 1...
Sitting in her resplendent suite of rooms in the Manor, Robin inhaled a slow drag from her cigarette. As she exhaled the stream of smoke, she admired her lipstick on the filter of the cigarette. It was funny. More than a year ago, when "he" was just "Dick", he was appalled by the idea of smoking. But then the big change had hit him and now he thought the sight of any smoking pretty girl, or girlieboy, especially himself, was damn sexy. And looking sexy NOW was all that really mattered - to hell with worrying about tomorrow!
As he sat at his makeup table, he admired his face in the mirror as he took another puff. He had not yet finished making himself up for his evening date, but even still, his dark painted eyes, his long lashes, and his brightly painted lips made his pricklet throb in his panties.
He/she knew that before he made it out the door this evening, he would go through two or three pairs of panties. Some would just be moist from leakage, but one or more would be because he could just not control himself when he was sissied up for a date and would spurt at least one load of cum into her silk undies.
He... she.. him.. her Pronouns were so difficult in his/her position. As Dick, he and Bruce had had a good partnership putting nasty villains in jail. But a couple years back, curiosity had led the orphan teen to put on a pair of panties that one of Bruce's many dalliance's had left behind. His immediate arousal had soon led him to wear those and other panties (including his then favourite pair from Selina, adorned with tiny siamese cats) especially while he jerked off in the late mornings after returning from a hard night of crime fighting.
Robin resumed feathering her short cropped black hair as she recalled that she had soon begun wearing panties under her pants at high school and even out on patrol with Bruce. She smiled as she remembered when she first began noticing the bulges in the pants of all of the villains and their cronies. She realized that they were getting sexual kicks from the fighting. And she was too! She became curious about those cocks. She started dreaming about being overpowered and those big strong henchmen discovering her panties - and then doing... THINGS to her.
But the change... ah, yes, his change in attitude... had happened one evening when one of Bruce's League buddies had noticed his panties and, when they were alone, had actually kissed him, and kissed him hard! Dick had been stunned, but had kissed back, even sucking on the man's tongue. The man had cupped Dick's groin and Dick's prickie had spurted wet cummies into his panties!
From that moment on, Dick had realized that he did not want to fight the villains any more., but he did want to fuck them. Or rather, he wanted them to overpower and fuck HIM. He needed their cocks. No, he CRAVED men's cocks.
Over the coming months he realized that he was a sissy. He had no desire to be a girl. He loved his pricklet. He loved having a strong man wrap his hand around his dickie and make him gush! And he had no need for a cunt... he already had a perfectly good asspussy for the men to fuck him hard and long - hopefully many times!
Of course, his dates did not want him looking like the rugged young hero he had been a year ago. They preferred a femmy sissyboy. And he loved pleasing his men. As he stood in front of the full length mirror, Robin admired her smooth hairless body, her long legs, her perfectly coloured toes and fingers. She was the perfect picture of a sissyboy, all dolled up with the allure of a young girl, but with the frame of a young man still very visible.
She had decided not to go to college, they did not offer a degree in FUCKING! Instead had used her allowance from Bruce to buy hormones. Her body and face had softened, her hips had flared, her titties had become small mounds and her libido... had soared. She had until recently resisted any surgical modification to her body - she was a boy, though a sissyboy for sure, but not a girl and had no desire to transition. But recently. Well.., recently her best boyfriend (yes, she had MANY man friends) had been generous and she had hated to say no. It had taken two months to recover, but she was ready for her first date with her... improvements.
Now she had to decide which of her many dresses to wear this evening. She had a double date tonight. Her favourite boyfriend was eager to see the results, and was taking her out to dinner and clubbing. They were being joined by her BFF Jamie, another sissieboy, from Metropolis, who she had not seen for those two months! Robin was excited - Jamie had said her date tonight was quite Super, and she was hoping that he/she had finally landed the man she had been drooling over for years - even before Jamie had realized SHE was a sissy too. Robin herself would not mind being stuffed full of that hero's cock!
Stuffed. That reminded her.
Robin opened the drawer in her bedside table and examined the contents. She giggled to herself. Once the only equipment she was interested in were weapons and motorcycles and Bruce's latest car or helicopter. But now, her interest was in what the drawer held - vibrators, handcuffs, nipple clamps (mmmmm!), a doubleheaded dildo (now THAT had felt SO good the last time that Gar had come and visited - or was that, had visited and CUM!) and... yes, there it was, the butt plug she was looking for.
Robin's date had a prodigious cock, a thick truncheon. She could barely get the head of his dick into her mouth and it had taken them several long attempts before he had managed to slide his dick into her back passage the first time.
Robin grabbed a bottle of lube, stripped off her panties and lay on the bed. She quickly brought her legs up and put her feet under her shoulders. For years he had been a circus acrobat, before the accident when Bruce had taken him in, and for years after that he had been an extremely well trained hero. Due to the hormones she was taking, Robin no longer had the body mass or strength necessary to fight villains (Bruce had his new partner Tim to help him with that now) but she was still extremely limber!
Despite the hormones, and despite calling it a pricklet, Robin's penis was still a nice six inches long when erect, and his cockette was instantly erect as soon as he used two fingers to push some lube up his bum hole. As he worked more lube into his asspussy with three and then four fingers, Robin's eyes rolled back and he groaned from the sheer pleasure. She was tempted to add her thumb and sink her entire fist into her ass, but she had done that only once before and she knew that if she started fisting herself, she would continue for a long time and would not be ready when her date arrived to pick her up.
Reluctantly, she removed her greased fingers and reached for the butt plug - and it was a LARGE plug, since it had to prepare her for a good ass reaming later that evening. As the tip of the plug pushed against her anus, she pushed back and shivered as the fat end slowly slid inside of her. It was not an easy penetration and she had to saw it back and forth, in and out, several times before she felt the widest part slide past her anal ring, and then her anus snapped shut and only the base remained visible. At the same moment her excited dickie exploded and she creamed all over her chest and up onto her chin.
She lay back for a few moments to rest. She used a tissue to clean up her cum. She rose from the bed and pulled a robe around her body against the chill, but did not put on panties. Why make messies in another pair. Dear Alfred was already SO embarrassed at having to wash so many pair.
She lit another cigarette.
As she once again set about deciding on a dress for the evening, she felt the comfort of the wide buttplug in her ass. It definitely gave her back end an extra wiggle as she pranced about the room.
She gave a slight jump, and a soft moan, as there was a knock at the door. She tied the sash of the robe tighter and went through to the sitting room of her suite and opened the door. It was Alfred, of course, holding an official looking envelope on a tray.
"Master Dick," said the butler, trying to look straight ahead, "A letter arrived for you by special delivery."
"Oh Alfred! How many times have I told you to top calling me that name," said Robin, as she took the envelope from the tray and eagerly began to open it.
"I realize your discomfort sir" said the butler, "but you must realize my discomfort as well! I helped raise you into a fine young man from when Master Bruce brought you to his home at the age of 12, until now, eight years later. I am SURE that some time soon, you will come to your senses, and..."
Robin rounded on Alfred. "Come to my senses? Alfred, this is not just some phase I am passing through. This is my life! I finally realized that I am not a boy... a man... like others. What you knew of me... that was a lie. I love Bruce, and you, for taking care of me and raising me as best you could, in the only way that you knew. But that was NOT the life for me. THIS... " she said, revolving gracefully and raising her robe so that Alfred could see her dark stockings. "This is me!"
"Alfred... my name is Robin, not Dick. You can think of me as a girl if you wish, or as what I truly am... a sissyboy. But I am not a boy. I have realized that I have one purpose in life, and that is to make men happy. And to make them happy in the best way that I can... by servicing their cocks!"
As she said this, Robin leaned forward and stroked Alfred's cock through his pants. In spite of himself, he was hard. Robin knew that Alfred was always hard in her presence.
Alfred jumped back, flustered. "Really Master Dick! This is most unbecoming!"
"Stop calling me that! In fact, you can no longer call me that. Look... this letter. It is from Bruce's lawyer. You know - the one I have visited several times, in private if you know what I mean. He has sent me the official paperwork for my name change!"
"Name change,sir?"
