Minerva was thin and blonde and with her robes on and her hair up, she knew she was lovely. With her robes off, though...
She stood in front of the full length mirror in the ladies' wearing naught but her panties. She turned to the side, to the front again, to the side again- but it didn't matter. There was no angle from which she appeared anything other than flat-chested. She knew boys in the school with larger ones than hers were. She tried hefting them with her hands but that was useless. She even toyed with the idea of using a spell- but that was cheating, wasn't it?
Or maybe not. If she charmed them, that seemed a bit like cheating. But what if she transfigured them? Was that cheating also? Some might say so, but that was something permanent, something that might never come undone and would never need reinforcement. No one would be any the wiser. She might as well have gone to sleep one night with a flat chest and woken up the morning with a nice pair.
Though to be really believable, it would have to be a bit gradual.
And it wasn't, you know, strictly legal. Clearly, though, anti-self-transfiguration laws were not scripted with sixth year schoolgirls in mind. She wasn't a criminal that would permanently change her appearance or something. And she was quite good in Transfiguration.
That settled it then. Tonight, Minerva was determined to take only her best friend Henrietta and together they would sneak into the Restricted Section. Henrietta was positively evil and would think the plan brilliant, and that was one thing Minerva loved about her.
The other thing Minerva loved about her was her exceptionally large bosom.
