AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
As reality appeared around the transformed teacher it was clear that he was no longer a full-grown woman. She was now a senior student. She looked down at her pale blue uniform. Cursing under her breath she knew that Beauxbatons was an excellent wizarding school. Although he -she giggled- she didn't agree with all their rules.
At Beauxbatons she knew that feminine grace and decorum were rigorously enforced by magic. She was also worried as she found a rather feeble wand tucked in the sleeve of her uniform jacket.
She ran her hands down the side of the uniform. Feeling the narrow waist and the swell of her hips. She didn't feel ready to examine her chest yet. Even now, it seemed to loom large in her view. She was certain that that was one of the Elder Wands' last tricks on her.
She felt hair waft around her head, and with a frustrated gesture tried to flick it aside.
It felt like a wave of blonde tresses crashed across her face. With a frustrated blow she tried to clear it away.
Vanity overcame her as she suddenly realised she didn't have the least clue how she looked, well beyond having blond hair.
Spotting a window, she darted over to see her reflection. Even doing that gave her a hint as she felt her chest shift alarmingly.
The girl in the reflection was an absolute beauty. Her curly blonde hair framed an elegant face, with a petite nose, and full lips her wide eyes completed it. The face was a mask of innocence, it seemed to suggest that the girl in the glass was incapable of retaining the least of thoughts, let alone a spell.
She allowed her gaze to dip down. It was then that she confirmed that the Elder wand truly had a twisted sense of humour. Her curves stretched the uniform to it's limit. She wasn't a seasoned judge of these things, but she guessed that she had an E-cup or something similar.
"You girl! Don't spend all day entranced by your reflection." The voice snapped behind her.
Dumbledore snapped around like an obedient pupil.
"What's your name, girl?" the professor asked.
"Dora." she answered against her will. It was confusing, but she hadn't chosen that name. It came unbidden.
She tried again. "I'm Dora."
She'd tried to say her other name. To say any other name, but 'Dora' was all that would come out.
"Call me Professor.... or Professor O'Donnell." the teacher glowered at her.
"I'm Dora, Professor O'Donnell." she even added in a little curtsy as she answered.
