AN: From interactive "Transfiguration", chapter originally written by Mr. George.
A little surprised at himself, he slid them on. Feeling their cool satin caress his thighs as he pulled them upwards. At some point, he thought they'd become too tight, and he could abandon it as a joke. But they slipped into place, the elastic pinging against his bony hips, as his fingers slipped free.
"C'mon Harry." Ron voice called through the canvas, "They'll get restless."
Harry stood frozen to the spot, naked apart from his sweaty panties, afraid of being discovered.
He croaked, his mouth dry as a bone. Swallowing, he tried again, "Be... be right there."
As Ron's feet trudged away, Harry released the breath he'd been holding.
Scrambling into the seeker's outfit, he saw despite the Gryffindor colours and other changes it was cut for a female player. Being rather snug in some places, and looser in others. The shoulders were a squeeze, as he rolled them trying to get the uniform to fit better.
The teasing chill of satin, brushed his tiny male nipples, as they discovered the built-in support of his top.
He already felt committed and knew he couldn't change back now. Aware that every moment he was in the tent was another chance for someone to poke their head inside.
Looking over the protective padding and the cloak, he was happy that it at worst looked unisex, and at best wouldn't draw any more attention.
Clutching his broom like his slipping confidence he left the tent, before his nerve gave way.
Ron was only a few paces away, and the rest of the squad stood ready. From high in one of the stands he saw Hermione give him and Ron the thumbs up. He tried to hide his surprise as he spotted Cho sitting beside her.
Unbidden a smile crossed his face. He imagined Cho enthusing about Quidditch to a less fascinated Hermione. He resisted the desire to constantly pull at the uniform.
