Harley Dreams

I, Harley Quinn ex-jester-of-crime, am naked and transparent. I am in an apartment building I don't know. I see someone that I can't see humming a happy tune and sitting in a blue recliner. I am curious of the identity of the happy person so I advance a couple of steps closer. I see the happy woman knitting a small pair of pink booties. On a round table next to her is a pair of blue booties. It was as if the woman didn't know what she wanted to knit for some reason. For some reason, the humming is starting to sound familiar to me. I take a few steps closer and discover why the woman is familiar to me. This woman is me. I don't ever recall knitting anything. It is obvious that the version of me sitting in the chair can't see me so I continue staring. She is at least a year older than me. Her hair is longer. She has gained weight. It is clear that her face is thicker and her breasts are larger. When my eyes travel down her body a little, I discover the reason she has gained weight and the reason she has been knitting. She has the swollen belly of a pregnant woman. I can't believe my eyes. This isn't possible, is it? My significant other and I are both women. I haven't had much biology, but from what I remember, you need both sexes to make a baby. I am snapped out of my disbelief when Pam enters the room.

"I'm home, Harl!" Red calls out.

"I missed you," the pregnant me answers.

"I missed you too," Red replies while rubbing the woman's belly and kissing her.

The scene is too much for me and I fade into blackness.