She hated to admit it, but the sports bra made movements easier. Even though it felt a bit tight, she managed to improve her motion, and did better on the exercise equipment. "That wasn't so hard," Dick said, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"Indeed, sir, but you can still expect to skip patrolling the city tonight." Dick looked at Alfred, not sure if she found it odd to still be called 'sir' or not. Still, Alfred's mannerisms hadn't seemed to change at all, and there was something about that which she found very comforting. Ever since she woke up, Bruce seemed more distant. "If you'd like to come upstairs, I'm sure I could whip up something to your liking," Alfred offered. Dick then looked at her figure. She knew that females stored fat differently in their systems than men did, but she figured splurging on a treat after exercise wouldn't hurt.
As she made it to the kitchen, a large dish of chocolate ice cream sat in the middle of the table. "You shouldn't have," she said as she took a large bite. The sudden rush of cold gave her an instant headache and she stopped for a minute. She probably would have stopped eating there, but after a bite, this craving for chocolate emerged, and she started taking much smaller spoon sizes.
She felt full much sooner too. It was probably because her body was smaller.
"Are you not going to finish your ice cream sir? There is still half a bowl left."
"No thanks Alfred, I'll save it for later," she said. She wanted to burp, but looking at Alfred, she felt too self conscious to do it in front of him. "I think I'm going to retire to my room now."
"But it's only four in the afternoon," Alfred protested.
"Well, I'm tired and need my beauty sleep," she joked.
"Very good mam," Alfred replied, trying to get in on the joke.
For the rest of the afternoon, Dick looked at her reflection in the mirror. Making weird faces, doing feminine poses, and a bunch of other things people would hold against her forever if they ever found out she did them. "It's only temporary," Dick whispered to herself, trying to reassure herself.
As night appeared, she looked out the window. She knew Bruce was out there right now, fighting crime, and trying to catch Poison Ivy, so he could cure her. She had no clue why she was so sleepy. Usually this time at night was when she was most awake. Maybe the body was taking up more energy because of the transformation.
With a feminine sigh, she laid back on her bed and closed her eyes.
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