AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Unobserved on her own in the library, Romilda was taking advantage of the lunch time lull to catch up on her studies. She slid the book back onto the shelf with a little more ease than she fetched it.
She was unaware of the extra inches in height she now boasted. She was equally blind to her shortening hair, shrinking from cascading locks to a tousled nest. Brushing a stray lock from her forehead, she didn't feel the lightning scar that was becoming visible there.
Nor did she notice as her skirt extended down to her shoes, as it transformed into a plain pair of uniform trousers.
Luna watched with detached pleasure, as her spell completed. Perhaps now, Harry could enjoy some anonymity as with an inaudible pop. The transfigured became aware of their changes. Harry suddenly found himself blessed with a female body, abundantly so, and extremely feminine, judging from the lace trim she felt as the bra cupped her bust.
Harry managed to quell the scream of horror to a muffled whimper. But her hands nonetheless darted down to her skirt. A squeak, high-pitched but brief escaping as she discovered she truly was a girl. As if still looking for hope, her hands leapt to her chest, mauling her full, pert bust.
Alas, she felt everything, both in her fingers, and just as shockingly from her bust. The pain startling, the mashed bra crinkling beneath her assault. From Ron's fixed goggle-eyed expression, to Hermione's hissed 'Milli...', she knew this was truly how she looked.
Hermione's hissed comment also telling her exactly who her friends thought she was...
Back in the library, Romilda Vane's hands were in his crotch, confirming that he truly was male. Her long mane of hair now a memory, she was gasping, panting, barely capable of breathing, and incapable of yelling her horror at whatever was going on. Dizzy, and faint, he slumped back on his seat.
The wood feeling colder and less comfortable with his new less padded rear. As black specks whirled around his vision, Romilda's head slumped to the side. Reflected back from the rain-splattered glass was Harry Potter's face.
An alertness sprang into her muscles, a mystery fire her brain. A cautious hand rose to touch the scar. It's edges clear to her touch. The mirror image matching her movements. He swallowed several times before realising this was real... or at least happening.
Standing up, he bumped against the edge of the desk. A longing was now expressed. Romilda sank back down in his seat, the erection stiffening and refusing to go away. His cheeks blushed in shame at what she was thinking. Relentless the blood pulsed in his veins, and he felt his new cock bob in time, as if eager to find a new home.
