The Doorbell Rings

You race up the basement steps and straight to the front door, intercepting the deliveryman just as your father is about to open it. After signing for the package it becomes clear that getting it downstairs will be no easy task, but you refuse your dad's help and slowly - cautiously - ease the box down the steps yourself. Only after securely locking the door and pushing the box into the centre of your basement flat do you finally deign to open it and the strange, egg-shaped pod within.

Its contents are exactly what you expected: the curled-up form of Harley Quinn, rendered in the flesh - or something that closely resembles it. She looks better than you'd dreamed - as real as any girl you'd ever met, aside from the uncanny stillness of her slumber and the striking largeness of her breasts on that lithe-but-curvy frame. The form hadn't allowed you to make any mental alterations to Alex, since the rules of the exam forbid it, but judging by her physique and the neatness of her makeup the changes you did suggest have been fully realized on her body.

Finally, the moment has come. You reach out ever-so-gingerly to wake her, even electing to brush the Love Doll's arm rather than try for anything more intimate...

She loses her shit anyway. It starts with a dazed look, then a surprised one... Followed closely by a grimace of recognition and an ear-piercing scream. The Love Doll upends the pod in her haste to get away, bare legs flailing as she tumbles out of it, before shooting to her feet and dashing into the basement's only bathroom - your bathroom. You have just enough time to try the handle (locked, of course) before another scream issues from within.

...Shit. She must have looked in the bathroom mirror.

It's at this point that you decide your chances of bringing her around tonight are slim. She's angry, and she has a right to be - you can already hear the sobbing as Alex begins her progress through the stages of grief. You decide that, for now, the best course of action would be to leave her alone.

You spend the rest of the evening gaming and watching Youtube videos before turning in for the night, all the while trying your best to ignore the sounds of misery emanating from your bathroom.