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A spell who can turn character into bodysuit.

This choice: "I could." Ron's voice trembled, but he was tired of being the sidekick.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

"I could." Ron's voice trembled, bu...

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The three friends exchanged looks over the flacid skin lying on the bathroom floor. None of them had expected the spell to fire off so easily. Fleur looked rather vulnerable lying on the tiles.

"I could." Ron said rather weakly, his voice trembling at his temerity. "I'll wear the skin."

Hermione exchanged surprised looks when Ron scooped the skin from the floor. Before he could change his mind, Ron headed into a cubicle, the lock -snicked- into place, and was followed by the sound of someone stripping off their own clothes in a confined space.

Inside the cubicle, Ron was naked and looking at the opening running down Fleur's spine.

He took his piled clothes off the toilet seat lid, and placed them carefully on the floor. Sitting down, he slid his feet inside the skin. It was warm and cosy, as he cautiously pushed his feet inside. He didn't want to rush this, and he certainly didn't want to risk ripping the Fleur skin... soon to be his skin.

With the skin bunching up around the top of his thighs, he took one last look at his legs... or rather Fleur's legs. Wiggling his toes experimentally he saw that Fleur took time to paint her toenails... or perhaps it was just a spell that girls shared. He ran his hand over his legs, feeling how smooth they were, was a teasing treat. With a start he realised that the skin included the tights that Fleur had been wearing.

Standing up, he quickly saw how much height he had lost. His eyeline was already lower. Watching his muscles moves beneath the skin was ... interesting ... But he'd put it off for long enough. He knew what he had to do next... What he had to lose next.

He took a deep breath, and pulled the skin higher. It was soon up around his ... now her ... waist. She resisted the temptation to confirm her new gender... her new sex directly... But he did run his hands over his expanded ass, smoothing the pale blue Beauxbatons skirt into place. Before giving it an approving pat.

Lifting the skin higher he soon found a taut tummy replacing his own rather shapeless stomach. His hands also found a smaller waist forming too.

"Are you all right?" Hermione asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah... yeah... 'Mione."

She couldn't say any more, she was a little disturbed by how her voice sounded. Not quite feminine but softer than before. She tried clearing her throat, "It's half on..."

"You don't have to do this, Ron." Harry added.

Perhaps sensing Ron's nervousness, he tried a joke. "There's one way to get into a girl's panties...."

It was followed by the sound of Hermione elbowing him in the ribs, the breath huffing from his lungs.

Ron was glad neither of his friends could see how brightly she was blushing.

With the job half complete, Ron slid her hands inside the skin and down the sleeves. Soon she was admiring the matching nail polish. The soft fabric hiding both how slender and weak her arms now were. Ron rolled her shoulders, and felt the skin snap into place. With a gasp, she felt her chest gain a new weight.

She couldn't stop her hands as she grasped at them in surprise. They were incredibly sensitive, and he found himself pleasantly caressing them through the fabric of her uniform.

"Are you done yet?" Hermione asked, an edge of worry colouring her voice.

"Almost..." he squeaked out.

The head piece hung around Ron's neck, as she looked at the last vestige of her original body. A stray copper hair straying into his eyeline.

With no reason to delay, he slipped the final piece into place. The magic completed without a fanfare, and soon Ron felt the hat on his head, no longer an integral part of a skin suit.

She fidgeted nervously with her hair, before reminding herself that these were her friends.

The lock -snicked- open, sounding very loud and final in her ears. The longer blonde hair already proving a distraction.

She stepped out of the cubicle, and immediately went to the mirror. She liked the looks on both Harry and Hermione's faces, but wanted to see herself properly.

Automatically she starts to primp and preen in the mirror.
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