AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
The piece pulsed on the board. The bulbous top reaching higher, as it stretched taller, the smooth top developed some sharp points. They formed a ring, and became a crown, as the piece stood at the far end of the board identical to the other Queens on the board.
However, none of the friends saw that, instead focusing on the changes to Harry.
His plain school jumper and trousers, had transformed. Their fabric jumping in quality and softness, as they morphed. At his waist they wove themselves into a single piece. Cotton softening to a blend of satin and silk. At his neck, he felt his shirt retreating, it was shrinking to nothing, already smaller than a T-shirt.
Then he felt it tighten around his chest. He looked at the chess board, already suspecting, already dreading what was coming next. He felt his chest swell forward, each breath it rose and fell. Each breath it fell back a little less, each breath it pushed relentlessly further forward.
The neck of his jumper was now revealing a swelling cleavage. The view hypnotically holding Ron's attention.
A loud crack, burst among them, and Harry felt a sharp, but very brief pain shoot from the base of his spine. Reflexively, his hands reached to explore to feel for an injury, to stop any gushing blood. But there was no injury, there was no blood.
Although, he shook his head in pointless denial, as he felt his arse swell larger beneath his fingers. He felt his thighs rounding out, in time. Even briefly he pushed back, hoping to end the torment. But the soft round, cheeks just absorbed his fingers. Mocking in their march outwards, bigger, fuller, further.
Snatching them back, Harry raised his hands before his face. The fingers were slimmer, at the ends of arms that were more slender and feminine than should be possible. The weight on his chest provoked a worrying question, and his hands darted to his crotch.
Frantically fumbling, Harry panicked, as it became clearer... as it became undeniable that he was now a she. A member in good standing of the fairer sex. As if afraid of infection or contamination, she wiped her hands on her dress, as she pulled them from her crotch. But that just revealed her narrowed waist, above those widened hips.
The cleavage, her cleavage and bust felt massive and overwhelming. But she tried to calm herself, with the idea it was her new view, the very different, very personal perspective that was making the girls look bigger and scarier than they really were.
Without warning, she felt a weight land on her head. A gasp ripping itself from her lips, her hands reached up, to snatch, at the crown that had dropped into place. Her fingers caught in the ornate style of her new hair-do. A mass of coiffed curls, and ribbons. She wished she had a mirror. Her hair... His hair, had always just sort of been there. Even after the most drastic of cuts, and now... now, it was a feature.
Nervousness dried her mouth, and she tried swallowing, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. Discovering the waxy taste of lipstick, she turned to her two friends. She took deep breaths to fight off the growing dizziness, the sense of unreality.
