~*T*~

"Good enough?" Amy asked.

Myrtle looked Peter up and down. He was the same height, but more muscular, and the spare tire around his middle had been re-arranged, shifted north and south, giving a lovely hourglass figure.

Peter was staring at his face, and his long, flowing hair, in the mirror. "I'm so pretty! And these boobs," He hefted them, "Jiggle jiggle."

He turned to Amy, "You can make me a boy again, right?"

"If you get bored of your boobies," she agreed.

"They are awesome," Peter bragged.

"They are," Myrtle agreed. She darted in and gave Peter a peck on the lips, "This should do quite well."

"I'm glad we could help," Amy said.

Peter's fingers drifted to his lips.

~*i*~

"Let's go swimming," Amy said, pulling her wives towards the stairs.

They clattered happily after, leather soles loud on the stone. They trekked through the damp grass, still wet with dew an hour past noon, pale Scottish sun not warming them.

They followed the thestral-path into the woods, paused to pet the warm, leathery creatures when they came out to greet them.

"I'm sorry, we didn't bring any meat today," Amy was saying.

"Tyson?" Lisa asked.

"May I help miss Lovegood?"

"Could I get some snacks for the thestrals?"

"Just a moment," he said, and vanished again. He came back with a bucket of raw meat a moment later, "Livers, kidneys, hearts, and spleens," he said, "All of their favorites."

The bucket was soon empty, and the thestrals licked the girl's hands and faces mostly clean with scratchy, catlike tongues. The empty bucket disappeared.

Taylor looked at her wives, "Shall we?" she asked, smiling.

"Let's go," Lisa said, and vanished with a crack.

St. Elmo's fire washed over the clearing, and Taylor vanished.

Amy hopped forward, and dropped out of sight.

~*i*~

Amy landed, bending her knees to absorb the short fall, and looked around their Hebridean island. Lisa's already in the water, her clothes tossed every which-way. Taylor's picking them up, so she's still fully dressed. Amy shed her clothes into a pile by Lisa's skirt, and dashed for the water.

Taylor followed after a minute.

~*i*~

"Superluminal," Taylor said, as they splashed about, a little tired, resting.

"Faster than light?" Amy asked.

"A book, by Vonda McIntyre, has this boy who's a diver, a modified human, and mentions how he had to learn how to evert his testicles," Taylor said.

"Oh, yeah," Lisa said, "That one's Starfarers, Superluminal was much earlier and had a girl diver."

"Well, I stand," Taylor paused, "Swim, corrected."

"So you want to get your penis out of the water?" Amy asked.

"The never cold thing is nice, too."

"I'm even less likely to get your genetics back to your baseline than if I turn you straight into a girl," Amy warned.

Taylor shrugged, "It's not like I had much in the way of boobs anyway, and my penis keeps trying to print on my clothes, so pouching it would keep me male until we've fixed the de jure sexism of the British Wizarding World, without me having to fuss with it so much."

Lisa laughed.

~*i*~

Lisa looked peculiarly pensive that evening, even as robes were shed and shoes kicked off.

Taylor noted the expression, "Bath?"

Amy nodded, "Luna?"

Lisa nodded, "Sure."

~*i*~

"What's bothering you."

"Peter."

"Why?"

"That was the first time he'd been kissed by a non family member."

"Oh. How old was he?" Amy asked, shifting to gather Lisa in her arms.

"Thirty-fucking-two. He didn't even get kissed as a pet."

"That kinda sucks," Taylor agreed, moving into the group hug. The bathwater sloshed softly back and forth a few times before it went still again.

~*i*~

"So," Peter, he, he paused, admired his breasts, showing in the square neckline of the ancient dress robes they'd found her in the room of lost things, she might want a new name. She continued after a short moment, "What's first, boss?"

"Bones of my father," Myrtle said, "But I'm a girl now, so bones of my mother, too."

"A spot of graverobbing, then?"

"No, they're still alive."

"Eww, that'll be messy. I'll have to look up how to get blood out of my hair."

"No, switching spell. They'll be fine."

"Oh. Are you going to tell them?"

"Later. Once I'm back alive again."

"OK."

"I killed my father once. I thought vengeance would make me feel better."

"Did it?"

"No, it really didn't. I think I felt worse, actually, Peter."

"A pretty girl should have a pretty name," Peter said, "I can't think of one, though."

"Hazel?"

Peter shook her head.

"Amaryllis?"

"What's that?"

"Belladona lily."

Peter thought a minute, as they walked, then shook her head, "Too many bad connotations."

"Wisteria?"

"Not a flower."

"Broccoli."

"I said no flowers,' Peter smiled, looking at Myrtle, her face soft and happy.

~*i*~

"It was nice while it lasted," Lisa sighed, cuddling tight to Amy.

"What?" Taylor asked, rubbed sleep from her eyes, her other arm still trapped under Lisa.

"The almost entirely not horny."

"I could fix that for you," Amy said, just as quietly.

"No," Lisa sighed again, "I don't want to be a lost boy, or have to put up with puberty again later, so we might as well suffer through now."

Taylor swept Lisa's hair aside, and planted a light kiss on the back of her neck.

~*i*~

"What's this?" Peter held up one of the clear pouches of fluid Myrtle had her steal.

"Sterile saline solution. You'll swap it for my parent's lowest ribs."

"The whole bag?"

"Just enough to fill the space the ribs came from."

"Don't they need those?"

"People remove their own, sometimes."

"Really, why?"

"To fit a tighter corset, or allow themselves more flexibility."

"Why would they need to be more flexible so badly they'd remove their own bones?"

"Autofellatio."

Peter blinked, "People remove their ribs so they can suck their own dicks."

"Not many, but yes."

"Anyone I knew?"

"Yes."

Peter waited.

~*T*~