AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
After the rush and noise of preparing the evening meal, Debbie was wiping her forehead with her skinny arm. Her big ears flopping lazily in danger of sticking to her head in the humid, steamy heat of the kitchen.
A house elf, apparated in beside her. Another female. Her gender was impossible to deny. Her wide tennis-ball sized eye swivelled in her head, and a few sparse hairs decorated her head. Her ears too, were low and hanging to the back of her head. Though more in fear than exhaustion.
But she was the bustiest elf that Debbie had ever seen. Her pillowcase pushed out by her lavish chest. She looked sorrowfully at her own snitch tits, barely there bumps. Then back over to the new arrival, who guessed their size was smuggling bludgers.
Of course, without clothes she didn't have a bra, and without a bra... the girls were quite mobile and eye-catching. Deciding to make friends, she held out her hand.
"Debbie." she announced proudly. A genuine sense of worth and pride from her labour in the kitchen filling her voice. This ... This tottering pile of dishes was her work, and not Harry's she was tempted to give a sweeping gesture to show her achievement.
A sullen, "Ronni..." was the answer she received, and a half-hearted hand was extended.
She forgot about the hand-shake, even as she pumped the new arrivals hand vigorously.
Still shaking it, she took a second deeper look. That sparse hair on her head was a coppery red, and those eyes were too familiar to ignore, magnified incredibly, it startled her that she hadn't recognised Ron earlier.
She tried to say his own name... or his name... but her tongue refused to form the words. Instead, with her free hand she snatched up a flat plate and slapped herself on the forehead with it. Horror struck, she glowered at the plate, and the arm holding it, before dropping it back into the soapy water as if it were a dangerous snake.
Despite her instincts, she persevered. Especially as she spotted the Gryffindor lion distorted across her pillowcase by her chest. It danced slightly as Ronni's breath sobbed in and out of her lungs.
Finally the words burst forth... "Mistress.... Mistress 'Mione!"
A gasp of recognition from Ronni, and a burst or rapid nodding followed.
Almost triumphant, Debbie punched the air.
The connection broke through Ronni's funk, as she took a second look at the elf shaking her hand. A smile of recognition broadening across her face as she either guessed or saw who Debbie truly was. Her cheeks slightly red she gestured to her abundant chest and unhelpfully shrugged, setting the girls in motion once more.
The handshake was smothered, as the pair hugged each other tightly. Breaking apart, they sized each other up once again. Again, the biggest difference was Ronni's lavish bust. Each full titty, fully as large as her head.
"I think... Mistress 'Mione hates one of us..." she joked, her long fingers flicking between the two of them. Almost stabbing herself in the bust as she did.
