AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Fleur's expression was impossible to read. Though her arms are crossed.
Behind Harry, there was a soft 'Quel dommage..." and a flutter of giggles.
"Can I ... Can I ..." Harry's voice croaked. With both his hands over his crotch, he nodded towards a pile of towels.
".. a towel... please..."
Fleur just stood there, her eyes on Harry's body, she didn't look admiringly, or even with disappointment. He wasn't used to people looking at him for his body, and was a little unsettled, especially in the current situation.
But he edged over towards the towels. With a swift glance he saw the girls huddled around the edge of the pool were keeping an eye on his ass.
"There are magical protections in place 'ere." Fleur explained, as Harry snatched the top towel with one hand. Flushing, he realised he needed two hands to give himself any modesty.
Briefly he turned to face the wall, flashing his cute ass to all the room's occupants. Again the giggling resumed, as Harry wrapped it around his waist. Turning back to face Fleur, he tucked the towel in at his waist to hold it in place.
"Really sorry. I didn't ... I didn't mean to..." Harry's voice was high and piping, he tried to cough it clear, and continue in his regular voice.
"Nous avons... Harry, here we 'ave protection against ... intruders... against male intruders." Fleur tried to explain.
"I think hiding in my bra... let you inside. But now... oh 'Arry, the magic, it will defend our honneur."
Harry gestured vaguely, half shrugging, looking confused, and not trusting his voice.
"The magic, she is making you a woman. Don't you 'ave such magic in your dorms...."
Harry remembers the stairs turning into a slide when he tried to follow Hermione to the dorms. He also remembered Hermione not facing the same problem, getting to the boys side.
Instantly Harry's hands reached for his crotch, even through the thick towel, he could tell it was reduced. Ha! It was barely there. Turning back to the wall, she ripped open the towel, and a soul-deep wail was ripped from his throat. The wail was high and shrill, and very feminine. With shaking hands he now she, re-secured the towel in place.
She turned back to face Fleur, there was a new sensation too. A delay, a shifting from her chest, as it took a moment to catch up. She went to cup her new swollen nipples, but snatched her hands back, as if afraid of spreading some contagion. Beneath those riper, fuller she saw her chest swelling outwards.
A piercing 'Eeeeee' came unbidden. She felt the towel shift at her waist, but was transfixed by how her new chest (was it now a bust) how it moved. The ripples with the least movement were unfamiliar and unsettling. But she was more concerned with how it continued to surge forward.
Already the girls felt massive and heavy, and bigger... far too big to be real. She really wasn't used to judging them from this angle. But finally as if her nerves snapped, she clamped her hands in place. Determinedly she tried to force them backwards, to restore her former masculine flat chest.
The sensitivity of the new nipples drew a gasp from the newest Gryffindor girl.
"Careful, 'Arriet, or the magic will fight back too." Fleur's warned.
As if listening, the magic intensified. Her ample bosom smooshing between Harriet's splayed fingers. With a ruffling, and a soft hiss, Harriet felt the towel slip down her legs. Legs that were smoother than he'd ever seen. Legs that were topped by an arse that was swelling backwards.
As Harriet let go her bust, the girls heaved on her shoulders, the weight of the unrestrained F-cups tugging painfully, a reminder (as if it was needed) that bigger girls need support, and Harriet was a bigger girl.
As the shock hit her, she slumped to the floor, her knees cushioned by the towel. Again the reminders mocked her, as she felt her expanded arse ripple at the impact against the floor.
"At least, you've kept a dainty waist..." Fleur said trying to sound compassionate.
Feeling hopeless, powerless, and lost, Harriet burst into floods of tears.
