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Chapter 2: Wherein Draco Discovers An Important Piece of Anatomy

Perfect? Draco knew he was the shit, but perfect, that was a first. And since when was he an it?

"Uh, my lord," Draco began, but then stopped. What was up with his voice? He sounded like one of those squeaky little garden gnomes he was always kicking around. "My lord," he said once again but this time to himself, putting a hand to his throat. "My lord?" Still gnomish.
But his throat…it felt different. Softer, smoother. He continued to stroke it, closing his eyes and losing himself in the intense sensation. He repeated his sentence a few more times so it didn't look completely strange, but he was no longer concerned. Perhaps the Dark Lord had just made some much-needed improvements to Draco's being. Perhaps now, after whatever strange transformation the Dark Lord had put Draco through, he truly was perfect. He couldn't wait to use his looks to get a nice girl to shag.

And yet…the prospect of shagging a leggy blonde was no longer…appealing. It wasn't…unappealing exactly…but Draco had the distinct feeling that he would be just as happy curling up with a nice book…

Now he was worried.

"My lord, what exactly happened?"

The Dark Lord snapped out of his gleeful reverie and returned his attention to Draco. "You can't tell?" He looked almost offended. "Ah well, I never said I loved you for your wit…though…"

"Uh, my lord?"

"Oh yes. Well, you'll figure it out soon enough."

"But I want to find out NOW!"

"Come now pet, impatience isn't something to be proud of," the Dark Lord chided, advancing toward Draco.

"In my book it is," Draco said, backing away, his long hair swishing with the sudden movement.

Long hair?

Draco looked down at himself. Long hair…smooth skin…high voice…were those breasts? They looked sort of like breasts. He peeked down, opening his shirt. Oh yes, they were breasts. Quite lovely, large, full breasts, milky white and perfect…but breasts all the same. Fearful of what he would find, he closed his eyes and unzipped the fly of his jeans…perhaps the Dark Lord was incompetent and had turned him into a hermaphrodite! That would…be…something. He opened one eye.

Oh gods! He was not a hermaphrodite.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Draco screamed, struggling to zip up his pants. It was surprisingly easy now that he didn't have any equipment to worry about getting caught in the fly…but that was not the point!

"I would've thought it was obvious," the Dark Lord smirked, coming ever closer to Draco. "And you need not zip them up…they'll only get in the way."

"You sick bastard!" Draco cried, struggling to stay calm but finding himself saddled with an irrepressible urge to cry. "I'm…I'm…"

"A woman?" The Dark Lord finished for him. "I'm quite aware. That's just how I like them."

"So this was your plan all along! To change me into a…" Draco couldn't still bring himself to say the word woman.

"Woman. Girl. Chick. Lady. Penisless individual," the Dark Lord waved his hand.

"Don't even get me started on that. I liked my penis!" Draco struggled to remember where he'd left off. "And then fuck me! Repeatedly! With a penis similar to the one I don't have!"

"Yes."

"Well you're not! I like women!" Draco said rather unconvincingly.

"So do I. Which is why you are now…a woman."

Screams from somewhere in the building carried into the Dark Lord's chambers. Something about an attack…a siege…on the Headquarters.

"Blasted fools!" The Dark Lord cried, losing his amorous intentions within an instant. "Wait for me in there!" He stuffed Draco into a cage and locked it. "I'll be back my sweet…don't you worry."