"I'm, like, totes perfect as always, Alfreda!" Princess Batsy cooed from her seated position on the large pink throne-like chair at the head of the extra long table in one of Tetch Mansion's banquet halls. The table was comically long and had a wide assortment of pastel-colored tea pots and cups on top of it.
"I must say you look absolutely perfect as usual, my dear. Such a sexy little happy mannequin you are,, aren't you, sweetie?" Alfreda asked, already getting worked up in her tight, restricting rubber maid ensemble. She felt her eraser-sized nipples, already poking out through the shiny tight material of her red and black maid's dress, grow even harder at the sight of the changed Master Bruce. The name now a distant memory to the crazed maid.
"Like, thank you, Alfreda! You're looking pretty hawt yourself, babe!" Princess Batsy giggled and was joined in her mad laughter by the other feminine mannequins seated around the table.
Alfreda batted her extra-long eyelashes and looked down sheepishly at the unexpected compliment. An extra-wide, crazed grin spread over her face, heavily made-up with pale makeup, soft blue eyeshadow and her lips with the ruby-red lipstick-sculpted heart at the center of her lips. She then looked back up and mentally thanked her Master, the Mad Hatter, for gifting her the same earpiece he had designed for himself and Duchess that allowed her to communicate with the sexy mannequins she had been charged to take care of.
The wide grin never left Alfreda's face and the sexy MILF tilted her head to the side and looked at the table and then at what Princess Batsy was wearing. Slowly she was putting two and two together. Earlier that day, Duchess had informed her that she would take care of dressing their precious Princess Batsy and some of the other feminized mannequins, as well as making them up for 'something special.' Alfreda didn't mind, of course. Whatever Princess Batsy and Duchess wanted, they simply got. It was one of the number one rule of the house and the former butler-turned maid didn't dare question it.
She could see now the fruits of Duchess' labor. Princess Batsy's petite body was squeezed into a tiny pale blue mini-dress with an attached white apron front. There was a plunging, ruffled neckline and puffed-out sleeves at the shoulders. The skirt was almost too high and flared out in a dramatic petticoat that revealed the former Batman's perfect legs encased in white stay-up stockings. The overall jailbate-themed look was completed by a pair of shiny black high-heeled Mary Janes on Princess Batsy's feet. Gone forever was the pitch black raven hair of the sexy little mannequin. It hadn't taken much convincing from Master Hatter and Duchess that the black hair-look was just too boring for a cute little mannequin like Princess Batsy and soon after, the little tart had a long mane of golden locks that fell to the small of her back. Alfreda saw that Duchess had taken Batsy's hair and pulled it entirely back so it was off her heavily made-up face by a black hairband. The rest of it rising off her head in flowing waves down her back.
A shiver of pleasure rippled through the maid's voluptuous body at how sexy the pretty, pretty Princess mannequin looked and it only reminded her of how much Princess Batsy had changed in a month's time. Ever since Princess Batsy had made the correct decision to forever abandon her identity as Bruce Wayne, the Batman, and embrace her true self as a spoiled little feminine mannequin. Alfreda thanked her lucky stars, and above all, Master Hatter, every single night in her tiny little maid's quarters as she brought herself off to multiple orgasms for her new, highly erotic life. Princess Batsy's brilliant decision to remain a mannequin had changed every single person or mannequin that now called stately Tetch Manor home and she would spoil the little dear rotten for the rest of her life because of it.
"Are you having another Mad Tea Party, sweetie?" Alfreda asked, admiring the plastic shell that was now Princess Batsy's skin and how she herself had taken time every day to maintain the matte gloss finish that made the darling little mannequin look all the more artificial. The former Alfred truly got off on it.
"Alfreda!" another voice at the table exclaimed, followed by a fit of crazed giggles.
The sexy MILF's gaze regrettably left Princess Batsy and followed the source of the voice to the now-familiar white, smiling face of Countess Joker, who was sitting down the table from Princess Batsy. The sexy maid batted her eyes a few times to make sure she was seeing this correctly. Countess Joker, who was now besties with Princess Batsy, and usually wore her elaborate, purple 'Marie Antoinette'-esque looks, had her body encased in a what could only be described as a skintight pink and purple-striped spandex catsuit with a long furry tail and purple cat-ears poking out of her wild, teased-out green hair. She also had a few purple whiskers painted on each side of her nose in black lipstick, while her usual fire engine-red lips had been painted a shiny deep purple.
"Yes, Countess Joker?" Alfreda spoke, suppressing a long, drawn-out sigh. Some of the disdain that Alfred had for the Clown Prince of Crime still lingered, except the MILF only now found the Countess more annoying and that she took her time away from her beloved Princess Batsy.
"Of course we're having a Mad Tea Party! You should know most of all that we're all mad here!" Countess Joker announced, bursting out in a fit of giggles and was joined by Princess Batsy as well as Two-Fuck and Lady Freeze, the feminized Harvey Two-Face and Mr. Freeze, now feminized mannequins in their own right.
"Yeah, Alfreda, we're, like, all mad here. Totes cray cray! Duchess tells us so every day and every night and we always follow what Duchess says. Isn't that right, girls?" Princess Batsy proclaimed, sounding so confident in what she said and Two-Fuck and Lady Freeze sighed in their agreement.
"Hmmmm, you are absolutely right, my dears," Alfreda cooed, proud in the knowledge that she too had gone completely mad ever since that fateful night Master Hatter had burst onto the grounds of the very mansion they resided in and took over. How she had first been turned into a sexy MILF mannequin and then into the ultra-voluptuous MILF maid she had become. That experience had fractured the former Alfred Pennyworth's mind and she had succumbed to a new life of blissful servitude to the multitudes of mannequins that now resided amongst them at the Mad Hatter mansion, along with the select few of her fellow human residents.
"Let's see if she gets who we are all supposed to be, Princess Batsy!" purred Two-Fuck, whose overall look was split right down the center. On the one side, she had big goofy blonde curls that ended at her shoulders, silvery eyeshadow and long curled eyelashes, soft pink dusted cheeks and glossy pink lips. She wore a white lace bustier lingerie and g-string on the same side with attached garter straps and stay-up white stocking with white seven-inch pumps. It was the look of an incredibly sexy angel, and made even more so in comparison to how she looked on the other side other side. Where she had virginal blonde curly hair had on the one side, she had pitch-black teased out straight hair that also ended at her shoulders on the other. Her makeup on that side could only be described as Goth, with dark eyeshadow, paler foundation and shiny black lips. She wore a latex corset and long opera gloves that ended just past her elbow. Thigh-high black latex boots graced her other leg. In the mannequin's hair were mouse ears, with the blonde side of her head white and the raven haired side of her head black.
"Oh yes!" Lady Freeze called out, her voice very excited. She wore a white, sparkly gown with silver snowflakes running throughout the silk material. The was a long slit up the dress and the pretty mannequin's hair had been elaborately pulled back, with a French brain spiraling over her shoulder, "Do try to guess, Alfreda! Please do!"
"Well, it's clear as day that Princess Batsy is Alice. Countess Joker, why, you look like a cat!"
"Well, I'm certainly not the White Rabbit!" Countess Joker exclaimed, laughing wildly to herself, "You got it, you hot MILF, you. Cheshire Cat to be precise!"
"And what about me?" Two-Fuck cooed in a high-pitch giggle, followed by a low, throaty husky purr, "And, Alfreda, don't you dare forget about me!"
"I could never forget about you two lovelies, Two-Fuck," Alfreda spoke, batting her long eyelashes at the mannequin with the dual personalities and mouse ears, "Let's see. Let's see. Mouse ears? Tea party? Mouse ears? You must be the Dormouse?"
"Ooooh!" Princess Batsy squealed, "Alfreda, you're, like, so, so smart!"
"And me?" Lady Freeze cooed.
"Well, you look as always like the Princess from Frozen, Lady Freeze, but that can't be right," Alfreda said, a puzzled look gracing her face, "I know there's a Red Queen that always says off with her head and orders her subjects paint the roses red, but you're all in white. So are you...The White Queen?"
"Correct! Correct!" Countess Joker howled, "Let's tell her what she's won!"
"Like, um, Countess Joker," Princess Batsy peeped, "What has she won?"
"Yes, dearies, what have I won?" Alfreda asked, her eyes big and questioning the group of motionless mannequins seated before her.
"Ugh," Countess Joker grumbled, "I absolutely love being a sexy lady mannequin, I really do. Being so immobile! It's the absolute best, but it's times like these I wish I could roll my eyes!"
"Aren't you missing a few people, my lovelies?" Alfreda asked, trying to ignore Countess Joker's snide comments, "Where is your March Hare and, of course, this wouldn't be a Mad Tea Party without the Mad Hatter himself! Where is our Master?"