AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
The four friends arrived at a patch of small looking tents. Some in the pale blue of Beauxbatons, others a simple white. They stopped with the sound of brooms hissing through the air. A few scattered, noises from over the hill told the new arrivals that the pitch was nearby. It sounded like there were also a few spectators for whatever was going on.
Spotting that her friends had heard the activity. Fleur told them, it was time for an open practice. Anyone could fly at the moment, and nervous flier would often bring friends to cheer them on, and offer encouragement.
Fleur directed Ronni into one small tent to change clothes, Harriet into the neighbouring one, and when she directed Hermione to one was greeted with a friendly, but firm 'Non, merci'. In a lower voice, and in English, "I'll sit in the stands and offer you encouragement." Her head turned more towards Ron's tent, as the door flaps settled back into place.
Hermione's accent making Ronni flush, at the ideas it inspired, but couldn't carry out (at the moment). She darted inside her tent, with a flashing glance to her own bust to ensure it hadn't grown again. Seeing the flustered Ronni, Harriet entered her tent with a touch more amusement. Catching in her peripheral vision Hermione walking towards the pitch, as Fleur entered her own tent.
As Harry entered, the light changed, becoming both brighter and clearer. The top of the tent was now clearer, allowing in more sunlight for her to change. Also, the walls of the tent had changed, from white to blue. A nice system to avoid accidental embarrassment.
"Shit."
The word reached Harry's ears too clearly. Though it sounded more like a pissed-off Ginny, than his friend.
Turning towards the sound, Harry replied, "It's merde, maintenent." even attempting to imitate Hermione's accent.
However, her amusement evaporated, as she too flushed at the sight of the Beauxbatons Quidditch uniform.
"Baise, moi."
Even as she plucked it from where it hung from the broom resting against the central tent pole. It reminded her of the Beauxbatons swimsuit, that caught his eye, and kept his attention from the second trial. Just a little thicker, and with a mini-skirt.
Now, eager for an excuse not to play. Harriet decided to try on the strip, sure it wouldn't fit her generous curves. Confident that Ronni would be thinking the same herself. It just wasn't tailored for her body, let alone Ronni's boosted (punishment?) curves.
Alas, as she tugged at the shoulders. The fabric rippled and stretched. Magically adjusting to fit her physique. Desperately, she tried to tug the mini-skirt lower. Already feeling over-exposed, and vulnerable. Catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror, she was taken aback. At how gorgeous she looked. Her body a little over-ripe, over-stated, but not grotesquely so. Also, her face was beautiful, highlighted with make-up to enhance.
Nervously smoothing away imaginary wrinkles from the uniform her fingers brushed over her bust. As if attempting to smooth it flat. Instead discovering the embroidery beauxbaton crest there. Closing her eyes, and taking a deeper breath, she decided to give it a fresh appraisal.
On opening her eyes, Harry realised she looked like one of the women from old Star Trek. With a groan, and knowing her excuse about it not fitting wouldn't be accepted. Harry left the tent. He was met, by an equally distressed Ronni. Her hands fixed to the hem of her skirt, a battle on her face between pulling it lower, and simply stopping it from flapping in the breeze. Indeed her freckled face was flushed beetroot. Her bigger cleavage decorated with the same eye-catching freckles.
The rustle of a tent flap, had the girls whirl around to face the noise. Only to see Fleur emerge from her tent. Harry too felt a wave of humiliation, seeing that she was bustier than Fleur. Though thankfully not so endowed as Ronni. A startled squeaking 'Eeep', bursting from her lips, she glanced at her own bosom. Expecting it to erupt. However, it wasn't a lewd glance, and her bust remained unaltered. Well, either it wasn't lewd, or because she was out of the school uniform. But she felt a wave a relief flood through her veins.
"In this school, we are united. We have no separate 'ouses." she explained.
