The Old Switcheroo

As Catwoman lay **** at Barbara's feet, Harley began to loosen the professional burglar's boot laces before removing them. Turning her over, Harley slid down the zipper down the front of the black leather bodysuit. Barbara was wondering if this was meant to unnerve her, and she made a face.

"Don't be such a prude, Babs! You're gonna put these on!" Harley explained.

Soon, Catwoman lay naked on the floor, her clothes piled in front of Barbara. Harley smiled as she took the tape off of Barbara's mouth, and placed it on Catwoman's.

"You want me to become Catwoman? What are you playing at?" Barbara spat.

"Relax, our night will go much smoother if the cops think they caught me. Look at me, then look at her."

Barbara looked. They both had blonde hair, pale skin, and lean but sexy bodies.

"I suppose you have a point."

"Then get dressed."

Harley inbound Barbara's wrists and had her go about dressing herself in the skintight suit without the use of her legs. In the meantime, Harley taped a Clown Mask to Catwoman's head, and wrote a note that she taped to Catwoman's belly. She handcuffed her hands behind her back and laid her on her side. Barbara finished dressing, and was amazed how well it fit. Harley carried her off, and they fled down the street, leaving the car behind.