DC Costume Control: Harley Quinn

Unending BE - episode 810345

Harley strolled down the sidewalk, balancing giant boxes full of god knows what in her scrawny arms. She nervously looked up the mountain swaying as high as the second story of the building next to her, while cautiously keeping tabs on her hyenas circling around her feet.

"I need ta hurry, Mistah J told me to be back in an hour!"

Sweat beaded down her forehead, taking with it a bit of her white greasepaint. Car horns honked, horns she ignored while crossing the street to get back to her man's current lair. When she finally reached the opposite side, with one of her hyenas scurrying in front of her, her jester shoe caught on the curb.

"Ah... ah... whoa!" she cried. She could do nothing as she spun and tumbled onto her butt. Box after box bonked her on the head, rolling into a pile on top of her. She burst out from the heap, rubbing her head. "Ow, that hurt! I can't do anything right. Mistah J would be happier with a nasty, slutty freak than a bumbling idiot like me."

Little did Harley know, those few simple, empty words would change everything about her, using a costume set for her in the future mainstream timeline as the source.

She brushed dirt off her bodysuit, only to see it splitting apart on her chest. Understandably, she gasped and freaked. "Wh-what's the big idea here? I was jus' playin!"

Her outcries did nothing to stop her makeover. Collapsing back into her pile of boxes, she heard her hyenas yipping, the changes to her body coaxing ones to her silly mind.

When the changes finally finished, Harley Quinn burst out of the pile, a woman reborn.

All her flesh transformed into a ghastly, deathly pale white, from skin shown off plain as day to her most private of privates. And not much of her was left private anymore. A pair of black boots went up to her thighs. A pair of tiny shorts no better than panties hugged her hips, with a belt holding a whole set of bullets. A small corset top left her stomach exposed, and the strings hung loose enough to let all her cleavage hang out in plain sight, offering a great view of her all black nipples to anyone that got a good angle. A couple detached red sleeves on her forearms kept her black diamonds, the only part of her old look that remained, while a small red cape draped halfway down her back.



Grinning mad and wicked behind black lipstick, the new Harley looked down at the boxes around her through eyes surrounded by all black eyeshadow and mascara made to look like her old mask. She raised her arm to ruffling her hand through her hair, moving from the black hair on the left side of her head to her red hair on her right.

Finding what she wanted, she grasped the handle of her knife and turned it upward... before a delightfully rancid smell filled her nostrils. She turned her head into her freakishly, deathly pale armpit, took a giant whiff and giggled.

"Ehehe, my armpit smells like ass!" she exclaimed. "I wonder which goody goody I'll get to beat down and force to take in my nasty stench first."

  1. Harley heads back to Mistah J.
  2. What luck, one of those very same goody goody heroes arrives for her to screw with.
  3. A supervillain spots Harley Quinn from afar.
  4. Elsewhere, someone else is going through a similar change.
  5. SE
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Mon Aug 08 02:01:41 2011