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Chapter 8: I like Pussy!
Ginny's POV:
"Hermione what do I do? How do I tell them, any of them?" I asked with a whine as we sat cross legged on her bed later that evening. Harry and Snape were both downstairs enthralled by some quidditch game on the wireless and McGonagall had some grading to do on first year assignments.
"That is a really big step Gin. You know yourself that lesbianism is not only forbidden but illegal in the wizarding world." Hermione said softly. "You might be into some hurt."
"Actually we both know that it is only illegal under Mikaeus' reign of terror." I said my eyes flashing red enough to match my hair. "That's just one more thing that makes me want to castrate the bugger. I mean homosexuality is completely legal. Two men can be lovers, but the idea of two women being in love is perverse? What the actual shit is that?"
"I agree with you one hundred percent hun. Can I ask?" She said hesitantly but in her eyes the knowledge hungry Hermione was there attentively listening. "How did you find out.. you know?"
"That I like girls?" I asked with a laugh. Hermione nodded, blushing slightly. Hermione could be so cute and her little self was so quiet and shy it was kind of adorable really. "It's not just something that happens overnight Mione of course. It started small. It was like little signs. For example, you know how practically the entire school had a crush on Viktor Krum the year we hosted the Tri-Wizard?"
"Oh don't remind me." Hermione groaned and I giggled.
"Yes exactly like that. Well I was thirteen year old schoolgirl so I should have had a crush on him, but I didn't. However I couldn't stop staring at Fleur Delacour and at the time I couldn't figure out why that was."
"It had to be her?" Hermione asked with a roll of her eyes. "She was so… err… whats the proper term…blonde."
"Believe you me, I know. Anyways there were small signs like how attractive I found many of my female classmates. There was also a general something wrong feeling when I kissed a boy. For years I've tried to suppress it and ignore it because I didn't know what caused it, but now I do and I cannot live a lie." I replied.
"Who was your first real kiss then?" Hermione asked me leaning her elbows on her cross legged knees. I laughed and leaned in closer.
"Promise not to tell?" Hermione nodded and I raised my eyebrow. "Pinkie-swear?" Hermione laughed and nodded, she had taught me about pinkie swears back in my first year at Hogwarts. Like my father I loved all things muggle but I particularly enjoyed the aspects that he wouldn't discover at the ministry. Like the customs and games of little muggle girls.
"Yes yes Ginny I promise!" Hermione squealed and I placed my finger on her lips to shush her.
"Okay okay just keep your voice down! If this got out to any of my family, I would surely die. My first girl kiss and first relationship was Daphne Greengrass in my fourth year." I admitted with a blush.
"A Slytherin?" Hermione gasped. I nodded and gestured again for her to keep it down.
"Yes yes I know. You know I have the double whammy though." I said with a thoughtfully.
"How do you mean?"
"Well if you think of it look at my lifestyle. I know it is new and kind of a whirlwind, but with as much as I hate the minister should I be thanking him for forcing me to acknowledge what I needed?" Hermione looked at me like I had grown three heads and I laughed. "yeah I heard it too. Anyways this is the life I need and the one I intend to live so not only am I up against the barrier of being a lesbian, but I'm also a witch-baby. Which is a lot to swallow for most people."
"I guess that part didn't occur to me. Even though it is completely natural, it is quite rare even in the wizarding world isn't it?" She replied. I just nodded.
"You as a little as much as you would be lonely, don't depend on others as much as a witch-baby does. We can change ourselves, providing our diapers aren't bewitched, but its easier to have someone else do it. However if you consider it, Snape has been very kind to me don't get me wrong, but it is so embarrassing to have him change me. It's awkward having him see my pussy exposed. It's like if you had to undress yourself in front of another adult female professor like McGonagall or even in front of my mom. How would that make you feel?" I asked.
"Omigosh I see what you mean. I would be so uncomfortable." she agreed.
"It's not just Snape either.. its all men. I love Harry, really I do, but if I'm being honest we haven't even fooled around with the lights on. I wouldn't let him. I always just chopped it off as being young and self-conscious of my body, but that's not it at all. In front of women, I don't even bat an eyelash."
"Gin, you need to march your keister down there and tell them all the truth. Up front with confidence." Hermione said firmly but softly.
"You know what? You're absolutely right." I stood up, my feet wobbling a bit, and walked down the stairs. Before I even thought about what I was doing I was in the living room looking at Harry, Snape, and McGonagall.
"Hey babe." Harry said with a smile. "What's up?" I paused, suddenly I felt myself slipping into littlespace. I was losing my nerve and I bit at my lip staring wide eyed at the three of them.
"I err…." I stammered and my heart pounded so loud I could hear thumping in my ears. I heard a few uttering of awes and sympathy and they all new I was shrinking internally. Knowing I couldn't be in little space and get this out I blurted it out in true Weasley fashion. "I like pussy alright?" I said with a stamp of my foot. As soon as the words had passed my lips I saw Harry's face cloud over as he processed what I had just said. " Harry, I'm sorry. That's not how I wanted to say that."
"Gin, you've been absent with me a long time. This isn't something new, but has been a long time coming." Harry spoke calmly but quietly.
"I..I'm sorry." I bit my lip feeling very small with three sets of eyes on me. Harry smiled and motioned for me to come to his lap. I sat down in his lap and he just hugged me. I cried into his chest and he hugged me tighter. "But Harry… are you still going to be my Daddy?"
"Is that what you're worried about baby? Of course I will still be your Daddy. Besides, even if you wanted a mommy instead, it will be a long time before lesbianism is legalized in the wizarding world. Mikaeus fears female empowerment. I'm afraid you're stuck with me Jellybean." I sighed as he spoke. Relieved that he wasn't angry with me, but in all honesty I was angry at myself enough for the both of us.
That night started one of the worst thunder storms I've ever seen in London before. Oddly enough teen Ginny adored storms. But baby Ginny? Absolutely freaking not! The roof above me was pelted over and over with hard droplets. Rain still relaxed me, but the bangs and cracks of thunder were a different issue entirely.
"Mione?" I called softly across the room. They had decided that I should sleep with Hermione so my crib was moved into her room. I sat up, tossed my turtle blanket aside and decided enough was enough. I couldn't sleep alone with this storm it was too scary. I first tried to climb over the crib bars, but they were too high. After a few minutes, to no avail, I grabbed my wand from under my pillow and pointed it at the rail. The side of the crib instantly lowered and I quickly scrambled out. No wonder witch babies aren't supposed to have their wands; can you imagine the trouble? I slipped into the hallway and turned left heading towards Daddy's room. As I stood looking up at his closed door, I turned and looked at the door opposite and thought for a second. Before I could talk myself out of it I pushed open the door to Professor McGonagall's room and scurried inside. I closed the door behind me leaning my back against the door. A light flashed on in an instant and I think we both gasped simultaneously.
"Why Miss Weasley, you gave me such a fright." She said placing her hand to her heart. I think I must have had some terrified look on my face or she simply recognized I was fully immersed in babyspace, but her tone and face softened immediately. "Ginny sweetie come here."
"I'm sorry to disturb you…I was a-afr-afraid." I finally managed to spit out what I was trying to say. She smiled and pulled me onto her lap.
"Why you're shaking child. It's alright, I know you've had a very hard day and this must be all very confusing for you." She spoke softly and slowly. Normally I would be irritated to be patronized in such a way, but from her for some reason I didn't really mind. I walked closer to her and as I moved I noticed my diaper hanging a bit lower than it should be and with a groan realized I'd wet myself. I freaking peed myself standing right in front of McGonagall. And she saw the whole thing. I blushed hard, I could feel the heat right out to my ears. "child do not fret, it is a natural thing. Lay on the bed sweetie and Minnie will get you all cleaned up." Minnie? I thought to myself and giggled nodding hopping up onto the bed and laying down. I had no idea McGonagall was a mommy, but with the way she comforted me this afternoon I shouldn't be surprised. She grabbed a bag from the second drawer of her bedside table and sat it on the bed beside me. She lifted me up by my legs and laid a towel under my butt before undoing my diaper and throwing it away. she took a wipe and softly wiped down between my legs. I shivered as the cold cloth slid across my sensitive lips, but it wasn't just the cold. It had been a long time since a woman's hands had gone anywhere near my vagina. I sighed contentedly, closing my eyes just enjoying the feel of it. McGonagall didn't make a move for a clean diaper yet but reached for some lotion and rubbed some into lotion into my labia lips stroking her thumb in circles at the very top right above my slit and i could feel a zinging sensation right through my clit. Omigosh, Professor McGonagall was touching me and what's more I liked it. I wanted her to touch me more it felt amazing when she did. She was so gentle and fuck I was as wet as when we started. I whimpered angrily when she put the clean diaper on me and gave me a gentle pat on the bum to say she was finished.