You don't think about the doll until later that day when you are alone in your room. Picking it up from the bed where you had left it you study it again. In the better light of your room, the level of detail is even more impressive. It occurs to you to wonder if she is anatomically correct. You carefully lift the front of her shirt and see that she is has a tiny bra on holding her surprisingly natural looking breasts in place. Still curious you tug at the bra to see just how realistic the doll breasts look. As you pull on the minute underwear the tip of your finger brushes her plastic skin and you yelp in shock and pain as a jolt of electricity shoots up your arm.
You drop the doll as the room seems to spin around you. Your senses are overwhelmed by a barrage of strange sensations. It feels like you are being pushed and pulled all over. Parts of you feel like they are shrinking while others seem to grow. You collapse on the carpet with a thump and everything goes black for a second.
When you recover enough to be aware of your surroundings the first thing you notice is something tight is wrapped around your chest. Further south it feels like you’ve got one hell of a wedgie only it somehow feels like whatever it is riding up in the front as well as the back. You groan and rub the back of your head where it bumped against the floor.
“What da heck!” you yelp as your hand feels long soft hair tied up in bunches “Dis ain't right at all!”
You don't even sound like yourself your words coming out in a high slightly nasal twang. You sound just like an Australian girl mimicking an American accent and the speech patterns of a cartoon character.
You stare down at your transformed body gapping at the impossible sight that greets you. You have smooth pale skin marked by tattoos. Your long slim legs are wrapped in artfully torn stockings. Twin mounds on your chest push out a t-shirt that you definitely weren't wearing a moment ago. Swallowing hard you slowly move your legs apart confirming that the colourful hot pants you are squeezed into are not concealing even the slightest trace of a bulge. In fact, if you open your legs too far they form a noticeable cameltoe.
“Holy heck," you say “I'm a girl! I'm Harley Quinn!”
The feeling of fabric pushing against your new anatomy, while not unpleasant, is too much weird to deal with right now. You press your knees back together and look around for some clue as to what has happened. You spot a doll on the floor nearby. It is about the same size as the Harley doll had been but instead of being a piece of movie merchandise it is an uncannily accurate replica of you. Or rather how you normally look, right down to the clothes you were wearing and the startled look on its face. You scoop it up hoping to reverse what has happened but nothing you try works. It looks like you are stuck this way for a while at least.
You sigh wondering what to do next. You could try and get some help, assuming anyone would believe you. Then again as a guy in a woman's body, you are in a unique situation, maybe you should take advantage of that?
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