This choice: Nothing happens, and Harry taps Ron again. • Go Back...Chapter #5Nothing happens, and Harry taps Ron again. by: Mr. George   This time, there's a brilliant flash of light. Blinding white, then flickering rapidly between the soft copper of the mare's coat. As the flickering intensified, only the outline became visible. The long equine neck, with it's muzzle, her broad back. But with each flash a more human outline formed. Snorts, and nickering burst randomly from the whirling silhouette. Harry hoped it was confusion rather than pain. It sounded more like that than distress. But in either case, there wasn't much he could do. Retreating from it, he kept the wand low until he could put it aside on the table.
The height shrinking lower, the equine body pulling shorter each time, until four legs became two, and an undeniably human outline formed.
Through his smeared vision, Harry couldn't be sure. But... He thought Ron looked smaller, shorter. Snatches of words came now, 'Bloomin'... Tha's weird....', the too familiar words of Ron. He recognised from reading in the dormitory, just a little revision to help convince Hermione that he was't stupid.
However, it might be his reduced size. But the tone sounded slightly higher,... almost girlish.
The light intensified, brighter than before. Harry had to shield his eyes his forearm blocking the light. Until with a single pulse, the room returned to normal.
"I'm human, again." Ron cried triumphantly.
"Shit. Shit." his voice taking on a shrill, girlish tone, "Kinda...."
Lowering his arm, Harry took in the damage. Ron was restored to the human race. But as naked as the day he was born. Harry flushed, and spun around again allowing Ron to explore his human body. His... well, undeniably her body.
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Ron took the changes as best she could. Her hands blindly confirming what her chest was amply suggesting. She was now... She smiled, "I'm the first Weasley girl to come to Hogwarts."
Harry heard the strain in her voice. The humour was still there, it was still the same Ron he knew... just repackaged.
Feeling a burbling, rumbling, she lifted a heavily speckled fist to cover her mouth. As she burped, she felt her entire chest vibrate in sympathy. With a surge, her bust leaped forward, to settle with a rippling roll further out.
"H..H.. Harry... what's going on...?"
Her fear made Harry turn around, overcoming his awkwardness to help his friend.
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Despite trying to avoid looking, even Harry couldn't deny spotting the changes. The next burp surprised both the friends, and once more Ron's chest surged forward.
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She might not be the brightest witch of her age, but she was amongst the most -er- gifted.
Harry suspected the cause. Conservation of energy, a scientific concept, they never went over with wizards or witches easily. But restoring Ron the magic had somehow kept his animal gender. Ideas bubbled as to why that was. Were horses in season, at the moment? Or was a filly/mare, just more filled with hormones? Whatever the reason, Ron was restored female. His reduced height had to go elsewhere, that missing height that missing mass, was impossible to ignore. Even now, the girls were still settling. As much as they could as Ron's agitation kept her bust from ever fully settling.
Sense and embarrassment, finally surfaced on Harry's face. His cheeks as crimson as possible.
Vestiti Uniformo.
Round Ron's feet a whirl of darkness spun, rising from the floor, it ascended, keeping close to her body. In it's wake a layer of clothes appeared, until it reached the top of her head, when it dissipated in a puff of grey, and then vanished entirely.
Ron was dressed in the full witches uniform for Hogwarts. Ron's fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt, flinching whenever her fingers brushed innocently against her tights covered legs. Despite his nervous gestures, it was clear that Ron was struggling with the new sensation of wearing a bra. With one hand on her skirt, and the other plucking about her shoulders, trying to reduce the pain digging into her shoulders.
She was contorted with humiliation. Even as she stopped playing with the hem, she forced her fingers to relax. But she couldn't be sure, as they were invisible to her. Hidden beyond the swell of her prominent bust. A bust that looked even more impressive now it was supported.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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