Call it funny, call it sick, whatever.
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"Bloody Hell" whimpered Ron Weasly as he struggled into the dress robes his mother had sent him.
It was the night of the Yule Ball, a dance which only happened during the Triwizard tournament. All the other boys in Hogwarts were dressed in swank tuxedos and jazzy shoes, but what did Ron have...a real dress. Clearly Mrs Weasly had gotten the wrong idea when she read the words 'dress robes'.
Then there was the sound of a door opening. Ron turned around to see his best friend, Harry Potter enter the room, dressed in a formal looking tux.
"What are those?" cried Ron, "What are those?"
"My dress robes" replied Harry.
"Well there all right" whimpered Ron, "No lace, no dodgy little collar."
"Well" said Harry, trying to think of something comforting to say, "I suppose yours are more traditional."
"Traditional?" cried Ron. "They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie."
Hary sighed and tried not to laugh when he remembered something.
"Actually Ron, now that I think of it, Fred and George slipped me something on the way here. They said you might find it helpful for blending in with the other guys tonight."
Ron perked up immediately. "Well, what is it?"
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small phial conatining a clear yellow liquid. "Apparently they nicked it from Snape's potion cupboard."
"Well, let's have it here please" said Ron, reaching for the potion. Somewhat reluctantly, Harry handed it over. Ron instantly unscrewed the top and swallowed the entire potion.
"How does it fell?" asked Harry as Ron handed back the phial.
Ron wetted his lips before answering.
"Tastes like...strawberries"
As soon as he said that, Ron doubled over in a way that made Harry think he might be sick at any minute. Then Ron straightened up again. As he did so, there came the sound of gurgling and popping from his stomach. With a worried look on his face, Ron stripped himself of his dress and shirt.
"Take these, Harry" he said, tossing it over to him. As Harry caught the clothes, Ron turned back to the mirror. He could feel his body changing. His hips were growing wider, almost threatening to tear his trousers. As his hips grew, his middle appeared to shrinking, soon it was just a tiny, skinny little thing with a belly button in the middle. Eventually though, it all seemed to stop.
"Well, is that it? How do you feel?" asked Harry.
Ron didn't answer but instead put his hand to his bare chest. Then a smile started to creep across his face.
"I feel, really weird, I mean my pecs feel really wierd." As he spoke there came a low, ominous rumble which Harry didn't like the sound of. Ron grinned from ear to ear and took his hand away from his chest. "I'm okay, Harry!" he whispered.
Suddenly, one of his nipples started to wiggle, slowly at first, but then faster and faster until...
There was a loud pop and Ron's other nipple started to wiggle, then there was another pop. The grin on Ron's face instantly evaporated and was replaced by one of horror. Slowly he turned to Harry, who stepped back in shock at what he saw. Where Ron's pecs had once been, there were now a pair of breasts.
"Harry, I've got a chick's body" whimpered Ron. He turned back to the mirror and looked at himself again, at his hips, his tiny middle and most of all, his breasts.
"Murder me, Harry."
