Getting checked out and loving it.

John pushed open the door of the changing booth and stepped into the convention hall. She felt a cocktail of emotions making her pulse race and heart pound like a jackhammer in her chest. There was fear and excitement; she might have been ignorant of X-con's nature until recently, but everyone in here would be well aware that the body she now wore was not her usual form. Would people laugh at her, guessing she had been a man, an overweight nerd, until a few minutes ago. Though she still had not seen her face, the body she knew was smoking hot. The tight clothing clung to that feminine body like a second skin, revealing everything, even the crease of her swollen labia and rigidly erect nipples. She could still feel the heat of sexual arousal, and the throb of blood pulsing in her pussy and engorged teats. It was thrilling and shameful. The collar locked around her throat added to her excitement; she could have left it unworn in the box, but had chosen instinctively to wear it like a badge signalling her wish to submit to whatever sexual adventure presented itself.

John walked forward, her refashioned female hips and pelvis making her hips sway with each step. Her gait was also altered by the change in her skeletal structure, her small booted feet swinging inwards with each step so that each footfall fell in line rather than the masculine fashion of footsteps spaced apart. She saw heads turn, men and women nudging those near them and drawing attention to John. There was no mocking laughter or smirking; a few heads turned away with cheeks reddened from embarrassment, but most either stared mesmerised or smiled and clearly appreciated the hypersexual figure of Harley Quinn.

"Damn, check out that ass. Fuck, those nips could take an eye out. Why are the crazy sluts always so hot?" John could hear the muttered comments as she passed; the sexual objectification only excited her more. She swung her hips with more exaggeration, making her firm, round asscheeks jiggle with each step. The costumed crowd was about two-thirds women, superhero and sci-fi uniformed and recognisable to John from comics, computer games and films or television. John knew that, like herself, they were gender-bending, but she found that fact irrelevant as she saw their invariably hot bodies and beautiful faces.