AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Harry plucked and pulled at the tiny clothes, hoping to make them ... fit better. But nothing was going to change it from being womens wear.
Squirming, and wiggling his hips from side to side, Harry felt the underwear adjust to fit him. The cups of the bra flattening against his chest, like a very abbreviated T-shirt. He also felt the skirt tighten up, pulling in to cleave to his boyish ass, and rather straighter physique.
Parvati picked him up, uncurling one hand, she gently placed him in her other palm.
"Not the most convincing of girls." she told Harry with amusement. "But probably my new favourite doll. Now pirouette for me."
Without many options, Harry obliged. As he turned on the spot, he felt Parvati's palm shift, as she gave a gasp of surprise.
Harry gave his own little gasp, as he saw a cloud of pink emanating out from his body... out from the clothes.
The look of fear and surprise on Parvati's face convinced Harry that this was well beyond what she expected.
Harry expected what happened next even less. As he felt his hair sprout wildly. Plucking wildly at the mass flowing over his face. He gave a little yelp of surprise. Already it was longer than Hermione's... Well, in scale anyway. Although Harry's mop was always untamed, it had never been as thick or reached half way down his back.
A new sensation awaken for Harry, and instinctively his hands leapt to his chest. Beneath his hands he felt the nipples, and weirdly he also felt the sensation through his chest too. Guessing how it was progressing, weakly he muttered, "no? ... no ... no!" Each time getting a little shriller... a little higher pitched.
Inevitably despite Harry's feeble protests, she felt a bust develop beneath her palms. Relentlessly they pushed forward, soon filling Harry's cupped hands. He also felt the underwear adjusting as it managed to cope dispassionately with the changing body.
She lost her balance, as Parvati wrapped her hands around Harry's slender, rounded, hairless legs, planting the transforming student on her bed before fleeing the room.
As Harry struggled for balance, her arms went wide, and she felt the jiggling, shimmying on her chest... and also the answering weight shifting behind her.
