Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling started it, now I'm just running with it, in
directions she probably never intended :o) Warnings: Unusual sexual
situation - playing with gender/sex. This chapter talks a little about sex
toys, but still nothing really graphic. If this squicks you, then don't
read. Mentioning toys is still PG-13, if anyone gets around to using them
I'll change it to R. You've been warned ;-)
Notes: This is an attempt to repost to get the quotations to show up, or at
least to get rid of those irritating symbols - if anyone can offer any help
please email me! See bottom for more notes!
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Terrified, Hermione whipped towards the door and grabbed her wand, but the wards were still in place and no movement or sound gave an intruder away. She could feel her heart throbbing in her throat when the voice spoke again, "You're in a magical room kid, think about it."
"WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE A MALE MIRROR???"
"Don't sweat it kid, I'm gay."
"Very funny you sleazy prat, how can a mirror be gay?"
Every muscle in Hermione's body was tense, her breathing heavy as she glared at the glass reflecting her, ready to attack it.
"Well if you don't believe a mirror can be gay then I can't be straight either so you can stop getting your knickers in a wad." Hermione stopped herself just short of hexing the mirror when she furrowed her brow and blushed a bit. Were the male clothes deteriorating her infamous brain or was she always that dense?
"S-sorry about that. I didn't really mean it. I was just afraid that someone had caught me.. ah." Her face burned and she cursed herself inwardly. If she didn't even have the courage to hold her own in front of a mirror, how was she going to make a convincing boy when surrounded by the real thing?!
"Hey, sorry if I startled you, my fault for never speaking up before. I just thought you could use a little help. Not much though, you're lookin' pretty good already!" The mirror made a few suggestive noises and sparked the energy inside Hermione that had made her take on this adventure in the first place. She stood up straighter and threw her shoulders back a bit.
"So, you think I need something else?"
"Well.if you plan on getting close to anyone they're going to notice you're a little flat in the pants." To her credit, Hermione didn't blush this time but chewed on her lower lip as she slipped into classic problem solving mode. She eyed the mirror warily for a moment before deciding to speak her thoughts aloud to make up for her earlier callousness.
"So you're saying I need to stuff, right? Will socks do it?" she asked.
The mirror made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort. "Sure, if you're a thirteen year old Muggle boy who's trying to impress his date. You're a witch, baby, a pro! Transfigure something." If the mirror had eyebrows, they'd be wiggling wildly up and down.
Hermione frowned. Smoothing away her breasts was one thing, but transfiguring her.well what exactly would she be transfiguring? It couldn't be that easy to change everything down there from male to female with a flick of her wand; besides, she only wanted the outside appearance, no one was going to get close enough to inspect it. Hermione suddenly had an image of a hard male groin pressed against her own echoing hardness, a hand caressing the firm bulge in her pants. She coughed and smirked. Well, no one was going to get that close, yet.
"This is just a trial run, for now. I don't need anything.functional. just something that looks right."
The mirror hemmed and hawed thoughtfully before replying, "Okay, try something like this." As he spoke, the mirror's surface clouded and an image appeared of a three or four inch rubber lump. It was shaped vaguely like the dildos Hermione had seen in the sex toy catalogs Parvati and Lavender horded, but this one was limp and soft. "It's designed specifically for packing."
Hermione smiled at the term 'packing,' more comfortable to know that enough people tried what she was doing that there was a word for it. Before her nerve failed again she grabbed another pair of socks from her drawer and began to transfigure them. She played with the texture a bit, making the surface a little softer and velvety like her own skin, instead of smooth and rubbery. When she was finish she laughed outright at what she was holding in her hand. The mirror whistled.
"Niiiiice. Now put it on!"
Hermione complied and unbuttoned her pants so she could stuff her knickers. After fishing around for a bit, adjusting her package so that it was comfortable and looked normal, she tucked her shirt back in and did up her trousers. "How's that?" she smirked.
"Perfect!" the mirror said a bit wistfully. The reflection now showed an attractive young man, sharply dressed in black slacks, white shirt, and black tie hung half-mast. His hair was shaggy, grazing his collar and dangling in front of his bright brown eyes that crinkled when he grinned.
"Hermione, isn't it?" The mirror asked softly. The grin faded just slightly but her eyes remained bright when she nodded. "Well, Hermione is a lovely name for a girl, but I think a boy as sexy as you needs another name. Something that's not too far off so it'll be easy to respond to." Hermione cocked her head and racked her brain for boys' names that might suit her. A mercurial glint came into her eyes as she grinned widely once more. Here she was setting out to deceive her friends, playing the trickster, relying on her wits to back up her disguise - there was only one name for this boy.
"Hermes."
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Thanks for the reviews everyone! Sorry to disappoint you about the voice thing, but don't worry, Hermes is going out to flirt with the boys and I'm sure he'll run into Draco!
P.S. If you want to see an illustration of Hermes, go to the slash section of my webpage. For some reason the link doesn't want to show up here, so go to my profile and click on the link to my homepage there - once you get to my homepage, click "8" on the phone :-D
WARNING: Some pix on the site are graphic, and/or contain depictions of same sex love - if you are underage, if this upsets you, or if it's illegal where you live, for god's sake don't look at the images and don't blame me if you don't like them. That said, please sign my guestbook and tell me if you do like the pix :-D
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Terrified, Hermione whipped towards the door and grabbed her wand, but the wards were still in place and no movement or sound gave an intruder away. She could feel her heart throbbing in her throat when the voice spoke again, "You're in a magical room kid, think about it."
"WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE A MALE MIRROR???"
"Don't sweat it kid, I'm gay."
"Very funny you sleazy prat, how can a mirror be gay?"
Every muscle in Hermione's body was tense, her breathing heavy as she glared at the glass reflecting her, ready to attack it.
"Well if you don't believe a mirror can be gay then I can't be straight either so you can stop getting your knickers in a wad." Hermione stopped herself just short of hexing the mirror when she furrowed her brow and blushed a bit. Were the male clothes deteriorating her infamous brain or was she always that dense?
"S-sorry about that. I didn't really mean it. I was just afraid that someone had caught me.. ah." Her face burned and she cursed herself inwardly. If she didn't even have the courage to hold her own in front of a mirror, how was she going to make a convincing boy when surrounded by the real thing?!
"Hey, sorry if I startled you, my fault for never speaking up before. I just thought you could use a little help. Not much though, you're lookin' pretty good already!" The mirror made a few suggestive noises and sparked the energy inside Hermione that had made her take on this adventure in the first place. She stood up straighter and threw her shoulders back a bit.
"So, you think I need something else?"
"Well.if you plan on getting close to anyone they're going to notice you're a little flat in the pants." To her credit, Hermione didn't blush this time but chewed on her lower lip as she slipped into classic problem solving mode. She eyed the mirror warily for a moment before deciding to speak her thoughts aloud to make up for her earlier callousness.
"So you're saying I need to stuff, right? Will socks do it?" she asked.
The mirror made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort. "Sure, if you're a thirteen year old Muggle boy who's trying to impress his date. You're a witch, baby, a pro! Transfigure something." If the mirror had eyebrows, they'd be wiggling wildly up and down.
Hermione frowned. Smoothing away her breasts was one thing, but transfiguring her.well what exactly would she be transfiguring? It couldn't be that easy to change everything down there from male to female with a flick of her wand; besides, she only wanted the outside appearance, no one was going to get close enough to inspect it. Hermione suddenly had an image of a hard male groin pressed against her own echoing hardness, a hand caressing the firm bulge in her pants. She coughed and smirked. Well, no one was going to get that close, yet.
"This is just a trial run, for now. I don't need anything.functional. just something that looks right."
The mirror hemmed and hawed thoughtfully before replying, "Okay, try something like this." As he spoke, the mirror's surface clouded and an image appeared of a three or four inch rubber lump. It was shaped vaguely like the dildos Hermione had seen in the sex toy catalogs Parvati and Lavender horded, but this one was limp and soft. "It's designed specifically for packing."
Hermione smiled at the term 'packing,' more comfortable to know that enough people tried what she was doing that there was a word for it. Before her nerve failed again she grabbed another pair of socks from her drawer and began to transfigure them. She played with the texture a bit, making the surface a little softer and velvety like her own skin, instead of smooth and rubbery. When she was finish she laughed outright at what she was holding in her hand. The mirror whistled.
"Niiiiice. Now put it on!"
Hermione complied and unbuttoned her pants so she could stuff her knickers. After fishing around for a bit, adjusting her package so that it was comfortable and looked normal, she tucked her shirt back in and did up her trousers. "How's that?" she smirked.
"Perfect!" the mirror said a bit wistfully. The reflection now showed an attractive young man, sharply dressed in black slacks, white shirt, and black tie hung half-mast. His hair was shaggy, grazing his collar and dangling in front of his bright brown eyes that crinkled when he grinned.
"Hermione, isn't it?" The mirror asked softly. The grin faded just slightly but her eyes remained bright when she nodded. "Well, Hermione is a lovely name for a girl, but I think a boy as sexy as you needs another name. Something that's not too far off so it'll be easy to respond to." Hermione cocked her head and racked her brain for boys' names that might suit her. A mercurial glint came into her eyes as she grinned widely once more. Here she was setting out to deceive her friends, playing the trickster, relying on her wits to back up her disguise - there was only one name for this boy.
"Hermes."
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Thanks for the reviews everyone! Sorry to disappoint you about the voice thing, but don't worry, Hermes is going out to flirt with the boys and I'm sure he'll run into Draco!
P.S. If you want to see an illustration of Hermes, go to the slash section of my webpage. For some reason the link doesn't want to show up here, so go to my profile and click on the link to my homepage there - once you get to my homepage, click "8" on the phone :-D
WARNING: Some pix on the site are graphic, and/or contain depictions of same sex love - if you are underage, if this upsets you, or if it's illegal where you live, for god's sake don't look at the images and don't blame me if you don't like them. That said, please sign my guestbook and tell me if you do like the pix :-D