AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Harriet's hands roamed her body, exploring, hoping to be able to contradict her eyes. But nothing did, from her slender fingers, with their painted nails to her cute feet with their perfect pedicure and matching nail polish. She felt the weight of her bust, pulling at her shoulders, and the heft of her arse are she rested on the floor. In the shade of her mountainous bust, was a wasp waist, completely unnatural, and just as completely arousing.
Harriet did the only thing that felt right, she fainted.
Her head cracked off the marble floor, and in an instant she was gone. Free from her trials, free from the dragon, free from whoever was orchestrating this.
In the dream, Harry was just resting at Hagrid's hut, with his friends, times were simpler. He had a true friend with Ron Weasley, and an equal but different friendship with Hermione. The teacher's pet, who'd lied to her teachers for them. His slumbering face pulled into a smile, and he was juddered awake. The hut, the friends all vanished.
Harriet woke and found herself dressed head to toe in Beauxbatons Bleu. An unfamiliar cap upon her head, she scrabbled up from the comfy chair. Her legs hissed, the nylons caressing against her skin, against each other. Mentally she assessed the changes. She felt the satin soft, cool embrace of the panties, and the teasing, cradling confinement of her bra. She wobbled a little in the heels, thankfully they weren't too high.
She didn't recognise the room, it could be the Room of Requirement, or still inside the carriage. Even the heavy stone fireplace didn't help her pin it down.
They'd combed her hair as well. A long body of dark hair, flowed smoothly over her shoulder. A reflection in the glass of a portrait, showed her that she was wearing full make-up. Her emerald eyes had never looked more feline, her cheekbones never higher or more haughty. Her mouth, a rosy promise.
A whimper escaped her lips, as she drank in her body. The uniform did nothing to conceal how curvaceous her body now was. The swell of her bust, was perfectly tailored. Her waist was well contained, accentuating, enhancing the outward curve of her wide hips, and the roundness of her sumptuous powder blue arse.
