Harley Quinn (Batman: The Animated Series) / Alexandra Meaney (Teacher's Assistant): J-Cup Tits, Permacosmetics, Clothing Ban: >1% Coverage

Your name is Jimmy Rae. You're a senior at an obscure all-boys private school, and aside from the sheer size of your thick, clublike schlong you don't have a whole lot going for you. You're dateless, overweight, and - thanks to the recent advent of your 18th birthday - paying for the privilege of living in your parents' basement. You're also a poor student, which may be the reason you registered for your school's Family Studies course. You questioned why they even offered it; what did a guy really have to know to thrive in family life these days, anyway? A passing grade was all but guaranteed, right?

Unfortunately, the course proved to be more difficult than you thought. Within a week your balding, bird-like teacher - Mr. LaVerne - had buried you in readings about nuclear families and the history of suburbia. Only one thing held you back from dropping the course entirely:

Alex.

Alexandra Meaney is Mr. LaVerne's teacher's assistant, and something about her is endlessly attractive to you. A timid brunette, Alex sits toward the front of the classroom at her own little desk each day for all to see... And she knows it, too. You've never seen her dressed in anything but dark leggings and a sweater, and you still have only the faintest impression of the curves that lie beneath. But her luscious lips, cutely attractive face and the way her honey-brown bangs always dip down to obscure her right eye have somehow kept you invested nonetheless.

It was the first monday in October when Mr. LaVerne distributed a stack of strange forms to the class.

"Now, all of your parents have already been informed of the nature of this assignment and contributed the necessary funds," the teacher announced, casting his sharp-eyed gaze around the room; "All that remains is to sign the form before you to customize the... subject of your practical exam, which I will be grading throughout the term."

That piqued your interest. You couldn't help but raise you hand to interject:

"Subject? What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, didn't I mention?" he replied with a smirk, "Each of you will be receiving a life-sized, fully-functional copy of our wonderful TA here - your very own Alex Meaney Love Doll."

At that, you remember seeing the colour drain from Alex's face.

"W-What? No!" she sputtered, rising from her desk in a sudden fury, "This is... I never agreed to anything about this!"

Then she gestured angrily at you and the rest of the class, demanding that you all "rip those up" before stomping out of the room and off down the hall to inform the principal.

"Show a little skin next time you come in, won't you? The class could use a little eye candy!" Mr. LaVerne sneered after her, obviously unconcerned about any possible consequences of the exchange.

You only hesitated a moment before signing the form.