Well, They aint mine, if they were much less clothing would be involved.

Jk is god, i have already got the next 2 chapters written and read to post, so ya know, review pwease :D

It was getting close to Draco's seventeenth birthday the day he became a man. Draco laughed at the irony of his train of thought. It turns out that Draco had been bred for one purpose, to serve the dark lord, but not in the way he had always been led to believe. This Slytherin prince was going to end up being a Slytherin princess in less than two days.

When Draco had been told his strange purpose, he was shocked to say the least, but he had to admit that stranger things had happened, so eventually he came to terms with the idea. Then about a week before his birthday he-who-must-not-be-named came to inspect his new toy, and here is where Draco's life took a turn for the worse.

Voldemort had obviously enjoyed seeing Draco stood naked in front of him, if the bulge in the front of his pants was anything to go by, but the dark lord had decided that there was something wrong. Draco silently begged for him to decide he did not want to have Draco as his toy after all, but alas Voldemort came to the conclusion that it would be a much better idea if Draco Lucius Malfoy was changed from the perfect specimen of a man that he was, into a sexy young woman.

It is no exaggeration to say that Draco's jaw dropped past his knees from shock. Draco could stretch to becoming Voldemort's toy, but becoming a woman was too much. Draco was far too proud to become a girl but he dared not argue. All he could think of, as the day got closer and closer, was how many women (and men) were missing out on his talents. At least if he was a man, he would still be himself, if Lord Voldemort changed him into a woman he would loose his identity, there would be nothing of him left.

What hurt Draco the most in all of this, was that both of his parents seemed fine with this, in effect their son was being taken away, changed against his will and used for a mans pleasure, and they seemed perfectly happy for this to occur. His father seemed almost proud, and that made Draco feel sick. All Draco could do now, was sit back and wait for the dreaded day to arrive.

It came far too quickly for Draco, and he was finally there, stood in all his naked glory, frozen to the bone in the centre of a huge circle. Masked Death Eaters surrounded him completely, the foremost chanting some kind of spell, it was not spoken in English though that was all Draco could make out in the din. One of those men was Lucius, happily watching his son, being taken away from him. A single tear slipped silently down Draco's cheek, unchecked, He had always been taught to be strong by his father, especially in front of Voldemort, but Draco wanted his father to see that he was scared, trying in vain to provoke a reaction from his father that he knew wouldn't come.

An eerie glowing red light started swirling around Draco, at first slowly and then quicker and quicker. The chanting emanating from the hordes of Death Eaters became louder and clearer and faster until, a bright light flashed, blinded Draco and he felt himself consumed by darkness, Draco knew that it was done, that he was no longer himself, so he let himself be taken into that darkness, hoping it would never let him go.

When Draco woke up he was lying, wrapped up warm in a beautiful ebony four poster bed. The sheets surrounding him were of green silk, still not fully awake, Draco mistook this grand bed for his own, until his hand laid upon is chest, or should that be breast. Draco's heart pounded and his foggy mind un-blurred to reveal the disaster that was his birthday the previous day.

He looked down inspecting the body he now owned, supposing he should probably get used to it. He looked down first at the two breasts, they were pretty perfect, round and just the right size, not too big and not too small. Moving a hand between them down to his, or should that be her, navel slowly slipping his hand further down into the silky, silver curls between his long legs. So, he made a damn fine girl, Draco had to admit he would have taken himself to bed if the circumstances had been different. Looking past the end of his smaller than usual feet, he saw a large mirror. Looking deep into his own silver - grey eyes, his face didn't look completely different, he had kept the angular features and his beautiful blond hair, though it was longer now and if possible it was softer and fell to just above his nipples. His face was basically his own, but as if he had a female twin. Reminding himself of his mother, in photos he had seen of her younger years.

The sound of a door opening broke Draco's reverie and terror struck as he turned to face the hungry eyes of the Dark lord. In a strange moment of embarrassment, coupled with the need to keep hold of his dignity, Draco gathered up the sheets which he had pushed down to his feet and dragged them around himself, earning him a laugh from the imposing man across the room.

"Thought I would come and check on my new toy, my, my, Draco you do make a beautiful girl, I do believe you look rather better like this than you did as a boy, far too hard bodied for my liking, too much strength, I like my toys to be softer and more pliable, oh the fun ill be having with you, I can't wait to get started."

"I am yours to do with as you wish my lord" said Draco, shaking slightly.

"oh, I know, and I'm sure you will please me greatly, now to think of what I should do first"

Draco's heart pounded loudly, he was sure that Voldemort could hear it, as he slowly began to remove his robes, and began to undo the buttons of his expensive shirt, Severus Snape came dashing into the room, quickly bowing, after taking in Draco's new appearance, with a high degree of shock.

"My lord, please accept my greatest apologies, but Wormtail desperately needs to speak to you, he is convinced that he has found a way into Hogwarts which will leave you and the other death eaters undetected"

"very well, I will not be long my dear" Voldemort said turning to look at the terrified form, which was Draco, before sweeping out of the room in search of Wormtail.

Snape quickly moved to the side of the bed.

"That should keep him busy for a while, Wormtail had better be ready for Voldemort he doesn't like having his time wasted. Has he hurt you Draco?"

"No he hasn't touched me yet, but I don't know what to do" Draco pleaded, almost sobbing now.

"It's okay here take this" Snape said, handing Draco his wand.

"Apparate to this address and you will be met by the order of the phoenix, Draco I must stress the importance of staying hidden from sight from any of the Death eaters for your own safety"

Draco took the note and memorized the co-ordinates, quickly nodding his appreciation to Snape he disapparated to the Order head quarters, landing quite unceremoniously, bottom up and stark naked in none other than Harry Potter's lap. Taking in his surroundings and the person he had just landed upon, Draco sighed, adding.

"Bloody Brilliant"