Ginny lugged her trunk onto the Hogwart's Express with a loud "Oomph." This was her sixth year at Hogwarts; five years had already come and gone with little new excitement. In a way, she was tired of her place as a tag-along to the Dream Team. Little Ginny had grown up and now was her chance to prove this. She recalled her conversation with Fred and George from the day before:

"Okay Gin," Fred said, "This is how it'll work. We've contacted Dumbledore and informed him that one of our cousins from the United States wanted to transfer to Hogwarts."

"Jolly good fellow that Dumbledore is, he immediately agreed to find this cousin a spot. But I swear, he knows something is up," George added.

"Yeah, he had that twinkly 'I know what you're doing' look in his eyes.

"So..."

"Basically, you're a transfer student by the name of Ryan Weatherby."

Ginny sputtered, "You can't be serious!"

"Oh, but we are. For once, that pillock Percy was actually useful," Fred grimaced.

With a surrendering sigh, Ginny asked, "How's this going to work though? Do I get re-sorted?"

"I would think so. Here, we got you some new robes--Hey Fred, bring them over! We thought that since you'll be a boy and all, your old robes wouldn't be very fitting," George explained.

Ginny murmured a thanks. Suddenly, her face lit up in mischief. "So, about my new body... How different will it be?"

The twins blushed slightly but kept up their façade of bravery.

"Your whole body will... change."

"You mean, I'll get some balls," Ginny said, emphasizing the last word.

They turned redder and stammered their agreement.

George ventured deeper into the subject: "You'll be able to perform male capabilities, but you won't be able to... you know, impregnate the other gender."

"We don't want to cause too much confusion with homosexuals and all."

Ginny rolled her eyes; her brothers were practically giving her a sex talk. "Translation: I can have sex with girls, but I can't give them babies," she said bluntly.

By this time, Fred and George had turned the color of cherry tomatoes. It was a Weasley trait.

Fred quickly changed the subject, "Moving on, we haven't told you how Girly Boy wears off yet."

"We've charmed it so that the drinker will transform back once a boy finds out the drinker's name AND he kisses her," George continued.

"This way--"

"--little accidents--"

"--won't screw things up."

The twins grinned evilly...

... Which led to where she was now--on the Hogwarts Express and desperately in need of a place to sit. Ginny found a compartment filled with scared little first years, surely to be Hufflepuffs, stored her trunk, and rushed to the nearest open bathroom. After checking to see if she had securely locked the door, she turned to the mirror.

"Here goes nothing." Ginny changed into her new robes, took the purple vial out from one of her pockets, and poured the contents into her mouth. She grimaced. The taste was nothing short of medicinal. Surprisingly, she didn't feel her bones moving or readjusting as they would have with Polyjuice Potion. Ginny supposed she should be grateful for that.
Slowly, eyelids fluttered open to reveal two chocolate brown eyes staring back from the mirror. The eyes looked up and down appraisingly, taking in the short auburn hair, aristocratic nose, broader shoulders, nice chest, and slim physique.

"I'm pretty hot," Ginny said, in a unfamiliarly rich, deep voice.