Harley took the computer back to her old apartment, the one from her old life as a boring psychotherapist, where no one would think to look for her.
Even after reading all the computer manuals she had, Harley couldn't figure out how to do anything more than alter her own image with the thing.
Not that it wasn't fun to do that. Sitting naked in front of the computer, Harley played with herself. She altered her face, making the makeup she wore permenant, then bleached the rest of her skin the same shade of white. She tried on several boob sizes before going to a bouncy H-cup and cranked up her flexibility and agility to the max.
All that concentration made her head hurt, so Harley took a break and started dupilicating her costume with body paint. She giggled when she thought about how people would react to that as she applied a coat of red to her inner thigh.
"Red! That's it!" Harley exclaimed, bouncing around the room as inspiration hit. "I'll give this to my best girlfriend in the whole world! She's all smart and stuff!"
Singing a little tune, Harley packed up the computer and headed to the greenhouse lair of Poison Ivy.
Tue Jun 27 00:57:29 2000