AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
"Oh... I've got that with me." Hermione answered brightly.
Harry wasn't surprised, as she reached into her bottomless bag. Rummaging around, her arm disappeared up to her shoulder, until with a triumphant smile she revealed it.
Parvati took it just as happily, and lifting it to her face, she took a deep breath.
"I thought I was the only one to do that." Hermione confessed.
"You can't beat the smell of a good book." she answered with an barely suppressed squeal of excitement.
Harry's view vanished, as she hugged the book to her bosom. His fleshy prison tightening all around, as he was smothered in a warm sweet embrace. He was relieved, as the pressure eased, the lace trim on Parvati's bra lowering and setting a silken horizon for him. Through the material of her blouse, he could see another shape looming in.
As the girls hugged their good-byes, Harry could feel the pulsing of Hermione's heart, and the deep red of her bra through a gap between the buttons. It was trimmed with a golden lace, tiny lions embroidered along the edge. Again he felt the gorgeous constraint as Parvati's titties squished him in their relentless embrace.
Setting off at a skipping pace, Harry felt like he was sailor abandoned on a rolling ocean. After turning a few corners, he was bathed in light, as the top buttons were undone on the blouse.
"Enjoying the scenery, and journey." she patted him affectionately on his tiny mop of disordered hair.
"Abstinence." she said. Harry heard the sound of the portrait opening, and soon they were in the Gryffindor common room.
He felt the spell ease, as his fingertips started to warm, and respond to his urging.
The rhythmic jiggling, as she trotted up the stairs to the girls dorm was distracting, and hugely pleasant. There was an oaken slam, as she closed her dorm room door.
Her slender hand slipped inside, and fished Harry out from her cleavage.
She tossed him to bounce on her well-made bed.
"I have a choice for you." she said a smile playing across her face.
"You are just too cute to change back. So you can wear some of the finest dolls clothes that I have."
Her enormous hand revealed some doll's clothes spread over the bed. It was obviously magical, given how detailed and elegant it was. Elegant was the right word Harry thought, as it was all abundantly feminine and girlish.
If he'd been able to shake his head, or move his jaw, he might have given an answer straight away.
She uncurls her fist, and reveals the smallest potion bottle he'd ever seen.
"Of course, I could use a new familiar. I think you'd make a cute rat, or perhaps an entertaining cat. As you squeak your rage, and I console your friends about your disappearance."
She widens her spread arms, "So it's time to choose..."
