Ch. 4 - Caught In The Act
Harry lifted the white-out bottle up to his nose for the 15th time, and inhaled deeply. "Yea.." said Harry completely out of it. He managed to stand up, and ran directly into a wall. "Woah horsey!" said Harry, grinning stupidly. He spun around on one foot, and spotted the dress. His eyes lit up. "Hehe Barbie plays dress-up, I wanna play too."
Harry pulled off his robes, jeans, tee, and underwears.(Uncle Vernon's)He picked up the dress and somehow managed to get into it and lace up the back. Than he began to twirl around the room singing and talking to himself.
"Woo..who's Miss America this time? Yes....Mr.Bob! And how would you say Mr.Bob, that you have won this highest of high honor?" Harry paused a moment and began spinning again. "Oh yes, Bob, having a sex change WOULD qualify you for Miss America." Harry stepped in front of the mirror and began dancing in circles.
"Work it..yah baby!" said Harry in a french/german accent. He kicked one foot in the air, and his shoe went flying across the room.
"Hey!" came a voice from inside the mirror. Harry stared at the mirror.
"Ooooh...somebody living in there?" he said knocking on the mirror.
"No you dimwitted, high on white-out cross-dresser!" screamed the mirror. "And if that is bad enough, your legs are ashy! If you are gonna be a cross- dresser, than be stylin!" out of the mirror came a lotion bottle, wich hit Harry square between the eyes and bounced off.
Harry stood there for a few moments thinking, than said "Auo....that hurted...ouch...mommy I need some Ambesol!" He ran around the room screaming, tripped over the corner of his bed, and landed face first on the floor next to the lotion bottle. It read, "Lotion for Cross-Dressers with EXTREMELY Dry and Ashy Legs, by Cover Gurl/Guy"
"Hey hey!" said Harry picking up the lotion bottle. "OoOoOoOohh" said Harry in amazement as he held the bottle upside-down and sqeezed it's contents all over the floor, and Ron's dirty robes from that morning.
After doing this, Harry sat down on the edge of his bed. The white out was starting to wear off, and Harry was begining to realize where he was. He looked down at himself. "WHAT am I wearing?" said Harry to himself. Than he realized what it was. "What the...?!?! How did I get in this?!?!" Harry started to panic and went to un-lace the back of the dress, but it was knotted.
"Oh no no no no!" screamed Harry hopping from side to side. "How could this happen? Rghhh!" Harry tried to rip the dress off of him, but suprisingly, it was titanium-strong. "No!! No no!!! No no no no!!!!!" yelled, Harry, now throwing a fit. "Why why oh why did I have to sniff white out?" said Harry, sounding if he was in tears.
Suddenly, without warning, the dormitory door burst open and in walked Ron, in a pair of jeans?! He had no socks or shoes on, and his current robes and tee were nowhere in sight.
Before Harry could consider his current state, he yelled out "What were you doing?!" Ron looked up and had to grab hold of the bedpost to catch himself. His eyes widened and he looked as if he was having trouble breathing.
"Well excuse me.." said Ron, astonished, "What were YOU doing?!?!" Harry looked down at himself, he still had the dress on! Why oh why did god put white-out on this earth?
"Nothing.." said Harry staring at the floor.
"Rite.." said Ron, noticing the robes. "And WHAT did you do to my robes?!"
Harry lifted the white-out bottle up to his nose for the 15th time, and inhaled deeply. "Yea.." said Harry completely out of it. He managed to stand up, and ran directly into a wall. "Woah horsey!" said Harry, grinning stupidly. He spun around on one foot, and spotted the dress. His eyes lit up. "Hehe Barbie plays dress-up, I wanna play too."
Harry pulled off his robes, jeans, tee, and underwears.(Uncle Vernon's)He picked up the dress and somehow managed to get into it and lace up the back. Than he began to twirl around the room singing and talking to himself.
"Woo..who's Miss America this time? Yes....Mr.Bob! And how would you say Mr.Bob, that you have won this highest of high honor?" Harry paused a moment and began spinning again. "Oh yes, Bob, having a sex change WOULD qualify you for Miss America." Harry stepped in front of the mirror and began dancing in circles.
"Work it..yah baby!" said Harry in a french/german accent. He kicked one foot in the air, and his shoe went flying across the room.
"Hey!" came a voice from inside the mirror. Harry stared at the mirror.
"Ooooh...somebody living in there?" he said knocking on the mirror.
"No you dimwitted, high on white-out cross-dresser!" screamed the mirror. "And if that is bad enough, your legs are ashy! If you are gonna be a cross- dresser, than be stylin!" out of the mirror came a lotion bottle, wich hit Harry square between the eyes and bounced off.
Harry stood there for a few moments thinking, than said "Auo....that hurted...ouch...mommy I need some Ambesol!" He ran around the room screaming, tripped over the corner of his bed, and landed face first on the floor next to the lotion bottle. It read, "Lotion for Cross-Dressers with EXTREMELY Dry and Ashy Legs, by Cover Gurl/Guy"
"Hey hey!" said Harry picking up the lotion bottle. "OoOoOoOohh" said Harry in amazement as he held the bottle upside-down and sqeezed it's contents all over the floor, and Ron's dirty robes from that morning.
After doing this, Harry sat down on the edge of his bed. The white out was starting to wear off, and Harry was begining to realize where he was. He looked down at himself. "WHAT am I wearing?" said Harry to himself. Than he realized what it was. "What the...?!?! How did I get in this?!?!" Harry started to panic and went to un-lace the back of the dress, but it was knotted.
"Oh no no no no!" screamed Harry hopping from side to side. "How could this happen? Rghhh!" Harry tried to rip the dress off of him, but suprisingly, it was titanium-strong. "No!! No no!!! No no no no!!!!!" yelled, Harry, now throwing a fit. "Why why oh why did I have to sniff white out?" said Harry, sounding if he was in tears.
Suddenly, without warning, the dormitory door burst open and in walked Ron, in a pair of jeans?! He had no socks or shoes on, and his current robes and tee were nowhere in sight.
Before Harry could consider his current state, he yelled out "What were you doing?!" Ron looked up and had to grab hold of the bedpost to catch himself. His eyes widened and he looked as if he was having trouble breathing.
"Well excuse me.." said Ron, astonished, "What were YOU doing?!?!" Harry looked down at himself, he still had the dress on! Why oh why did god put white-out on this earth?
"Nothing.." said Harry staring at the floor.
"Rite.." said Ron, noticing the robes. "And WHAT did you do to my robes?!"
