Harley's outfit for Harley's body.

John felt panic rising and the thump of their heart pounding in their chest. One hand clutched the belt of their jeans to stop them from falling down. John had recently been considerably overweight, but could now easily fit inside a single leg of their jeans. The hoodie swamped their upper body, hanging loosely and falling down to their knees. The sneakers were twice the size of their now tiny feet. Trying to walk in the ridiculously oversized clothes would be extremely difficult.

John's eyes fell to the box on the shelf. Hitching up the hoodie sleeves, they removed the lid. The contents of the box came as no surprise considering it was obvious that he now resided in the body of Harley Quinn; tiny blue and red booty shorts, fishnet stockings, a white tee-shirt with Daddy's lil monster written on the chest and a pair of black basketball boots. All the items seemed impossibly small compared to John's usual clothing.

"Jeez, can I really fit in these now?" John asked out loud, "Well, I guess I can barely move in my normal clothes."

Stripping out of their oversized clothing was simple enough; John could probably have wriggled, and they would have fallen off his dainty little body. Within a few seconds, John was naked and staring down at their new body with wide eyes. Shock, fear and arousal jostled with one another to be John's dominant reaction. Of course, John's attention was drawn immediately to their chest; perfect perky breasts jiggled with every movement. As John stared, reddish pink nipples hardened to stiff nubs.

"Sheeit, I got a swell rack of titties, ain't I?" John said to nobody in particular.

Experimentally, John reached up and pinched one swollen nipple between a dainty thumb and finger. The sensation was so pleasurable that John's knees went weak as an electric tingle went down the new body and a flush of warmth spread between slim, smooth thighs. Still pinching and rolling the nipple with one hand. John put one hand on a thigh and trailed fingertips upwards. Instead of the usual short and chubby cock, John's fingers felt the crease of a plump labia. Leaning forward, John shuffled their feet apart and stared past those perfect breasts to their crotch.

"Oh jeez, this sure ain't Kansas, Toto," John exclaimed softly as they saw the silky smooth hairless pussy topped with a small heart-shaped patch of pubes dyed blue and red.

It took a supreme effort to tear their gaze away from that beautiful pussy and inspect the rest of the new body. Arms and legs; slim, silkily hairless yet athletic. Tummy; flat and narrow with hips flaring outwards. Butt; small, firm and delightfully rounded.

"Oh...my...god, I'm poifect," John drawled in pure Brooklynese, the fear and shock receding and allowing arousal to win the battle, the most prominent emotion.