Not well, but she complies

"No way!" she'd said. "I can't go out there looking like this...!" she'd said.

...And yet here she is, fidgeting next to you on public transit with her arms and legs crossed.

Her posture doesn't do much to stop your fellow passengers from eyefucking her, but at least your Love Doll's smokin' body has no shortage of competition: the bus is crowded with your fellow Family Studies students and their similarly attractive exam subjects, many of which appear to be little more than oversexualized versions of your TA.

You're in the middle of trying to glean your Love Doll's reaction to this when the bus stops to admit a familiar face - your best friend, Callum - who approaches your seat with a big-titted, elf-eared version of Alex in tow. You see her exchange a furtive look with your own companion before following him to claim the seats beside yours, bust quivering hypnotically in her skimpy, Lord of the Rings-ish get-up as she goes.

"S'up, Jim?" he greets, eyes glinting at you from behind thick glasses. "Went with a full remodel, huh? Nice- but, oh! What am I thinking..."

He pauses for effect, gesturing proudly in the direction of his fantasy waifu:

"This is Allura."

She rolls her eyes, though Callum is too busy looking between you and your own copy of Alex to notice. All of a sudden you realize that he expects some kind of introduction from you, too.

"Ah...! Well, this is-"

"Harley." announces your Love Doll, taking you fully by surprise. She sees your stunned expression and reacts with a small smile, even shaking Callum's thin-fingered hand when he extends it.

"Ahh, leaning into the identity huh? That's cool, that's cool." he replies, looking her up and down with zero self-awareness. "You went big, dude! What are those, F-cups?"

"Nah, J's."

"Jesus!"

Harley flushes, in the process of adjusting her forearms to cover the titties in question more thoroughly when "Allura" interjects:

"Stop ganging up on her," she scolds, speaking with an upper-crust British accent, "I can't believe you'd dress m- I mean, 'Harley' like that... Not that I'm much better off, I guess."

"Anyway, I just went with DD's," he remarks, ploughing on despite the interruption.

The rest of the conversation passes quickly, (as it usually does with Callum) carrying you all the way through to the bus's arrival at your final destination. Then the four of you disembark together, making your way up the street toward your stately-looking private school as passers-by stare and jeer at your under-dressed exam subjects.