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Jason admits while staring at the mirror in his apartment, he had been subconsciously walking with a strut in his steps these few days. He only just noticed when Dick teased him about being more cunty than him during patrol earlier in the night. It lead Dick into copying his strut in which they laughed about for a good minute.
Looking in the mirror he had also noticed some other changes as well. He hasn't been as intense in his training since leaving LOA; leaving his features slightly more round and soft than he was usually used to; the fact he'd been skipping on taking his testosterone supplements doesn't help with that either. The fact is his body also produces its own estrogen —due to that involuntary bottom surgery at the League of Assassins— DEFINITELY wasn't helping.
However it's not like he's complaining honestly, the slight softness had come with its own benefits. He can basically shapeshift if he thinks about it. It's interesting to watch himself slowly transform to be honest. He'd only caught glances of himself in the mirror, but now that he's actually looking at himself, he’s just fascinated. Something as simple as not taking his testosterone has done fascinating changes to his peak muscular male anatomy. Firstly, though still deep and coarse, he noticed his voice is higher than regular. The higher estrogen ratio had also led his body to build up slightly more fats around his hips, thighs, ass, and pecs. Didn't help that said pecs was starting to feel a little tender and swell from the mensuration just ending.
Perhaps the lack of testosterone was actually what's made him start strutting, he usually had pelvic pains from taking Testosterone supplements and it's now going away.
Jason never really thought about his gender or sexuality. He still saw himself as a man, even with the changes his body was making. To him, it's just another thing he had to deal with occasionally —well, just another thing he had to deal with once every month. It's not like he has any sexual desire to explore down there either, his trauma had already done that —the thoughts flew by occasionally just as curiosity but nothing other than that.
Honestly the more feminine look he's been having just seems like a fun way to traumatise his family and his lil demon son (though not his DNA the brat still came out of him and he likes using that against him sometimes— “And you came out of me” he’d use in banters). To be fair to them, Jason didn't act or dress any differently so his family always forget that he does have a uterus inside of him now. The sudden reminders always just startles them occasionally when they're hyper focused on a case; which for the Bat Family is closer to 90% of the time. Although the family has been nothing but accepting, he likes using his more feminine side to be a menace.
OH MY GOD wait
Speaking of being a menace, he just figured out how to traumatise his family further.
Jason rummages through his closet and finds the corset or waist trainer he'd wear back when he was still trying to hide the bulge in the lower abdomen where his uterus lives. He'd only used it back then when he went out in his slightly tighter casual outfits and didn't want anyone to notice the fat that his chestplate would normally conceal.
He took off his compression shirt leaving just his compression legging on. He wraps the corset around himself. He normally has it loose around the waist area —but for today? Oh he the smirk he has on his face when he sucked in his breath. *Sshhrrrkkk*
Holy shit. HAHAHAHA fuck— I-I actually look kinda hot.
Any other person would've considered changing their gender right then and there. Rebrand themselves into a Muscle Mommy.
The corset cinches his waist, making the already enunciated hips from his testosterone supplement neglect even more obvious as his more malleable than normal waist squishes inwards.
Oh and his swollen pecs? They actually look like he has tits with how it squished looks from the excess fat squeezing out of the corset. This, this is actually peak hourglass form. He chuckles at himself in the mirror like he'd been hit with joker gas.
The best part? His stupidly high pain tolerance doesn't even feel the pain of his organs pressed against each other. HE HAS TO USE THIS ABILITY HE DISCOVERED.