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 Three days later... 

"Oh, Harley, your bad girl, you look so hot… This dress really suits you… It’s very slutty, just like you… ”

“Hmm? Slutty? B-but… Y-yes, I guess I am… I’m a naughty girl” Britt stammered, unable to control himself. He didn’t know why, but he was getting increasingly horny seeing his feminized appearance. It felt very good to be such a sexy girl. He was trying to resist it, but persistent voices kept saying in his mind: I'm Harley Quinn... I'm a dangerous, fearless girl... I'm sexy and I know it... I love to be lusted after and tease everyone around me... 

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