Sora Kohaku: Okay, then! Thank you everyone who reviewed the original first chapter, I don't know why you guys like it so much. I'm just amazed at how well it was received; I've never had one of my stories get so much attention.

I did in fact change the ending of the first chapter a lot so go reread it if you haven't already done so!

Sorry it took so long. I've rewrote the first chapter so many times it's not even funny. I was going to make this into an extremely depressing story, but I changed my mind. I've had such a serious writer's block for months, sorry, again. Chapter three should be out in shorter time than this one though. XD

Same warnings and disclaimer apply. So, let's not waste anymore time.

Onward, ho!!!

Freaks need not apply.

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The next morning was normal enough. Vernon went off to work, Dudley went over to play at another little boy's place, and Petunia pulled Harry out of the closet and went about altering one of her older cotton dresses to fit Harry. This wasn't actually that normal, but Petunia insisted on some sort of normalcy and little girls normally wore dresses. Harry's ratty old shoes didn't go well with the blue floral print dress so she wasn't wearing any; regardless Harry really did look like a girl, even if all attempts made by Petunia to tame the girl's wild nest of hair failed. After giving up she made a note to let Harry grow out her hair in hopes of getting it to do something besides go every which way. With that completed Petunia started on thinking about what to do with her nephew—er, niece. Whatever it was, it was going to take some getting used to.

"Well, I can't have you go outside to weed the garden as we aren't supposed to have a niece so I guess you'll have to stay inside and do housework. You'll have to learn how to do it if you're to stay this way." Harry honestly didn't think being a girl mattered in that regard; she would have probably had him learn it anyways.

They set about cleaning the various rooms in the household and within hours the place was sparkling clean with dinner nearly complete. Petunia had it all planned out, a nice dinner in front of the telly to relax as a family before their problems resurfaced and they were forced to deal with them once again. She had Harry take her dinner early, with a little more food than the girl was used to and shut her up in Dudley's second bedroom that they had cleared out. If she were up there they wouldn't be able to her the sounds of her clumsy movements in the dark cupboard. Out of sight and sound meant out of mind. Harry was only allowed to touch the books in the room, but he didn't mind, it was easier to read if he didn't have to worry about being caught doing so.

However, downstairs things were not going as hoped, Vernon was still aggravated and was snapping a lot more than usual. Dudley in response to his father ordering him to eat his veggies had grabbed the remote and was flipping through the channels on full volume. Petunia could only hope the neighbors couldn't hear the racket as her husband yelled at their only son to pick a channel and turn it down. Upstairs Harry was completely absorbed in his reading and couldn't even hear as Dudley got his comeuppance for once.

Vernon had finally wrestled the remote from his son's hand, but only after being hit more than a dozen times by the flailing limbs and a couple with the remote he had been trying so hard to grab. He wallowed in his victory for only a moment. On the TV, it showed an image of a person going under the knife; it was crazy what some people would do for looks. Though he admitted to himself that he probably would have done it too if he had the money. A tummy tuck perhaps.

"Vernon, honey, change the channel. I don't want Duddy to see this and get nightmares."

He made to change the channel, but didn't get very far before the over voice caught his attention. It was saying how the young man on the screen was undergoing genital reconstruction surgery. He felt a bit sicken as they cut him open feeling the urge to press the directional button, but unable to move his hand or stop watching. Petunia was asking him to change it again, her weak stomach not able to handle the disturbing images when he heard it. It could have possibly been the solution to all their problems.

"Adrian Homes suffers from Progestin-induced virilisation, a condition in which the unborn child was exposed to androgen danazol for the treatment of endometriosis. Exposure to danazol after the eighth week of pregnancy in some cases caused masculinization of external genitalia of female fetuses. Holmes is a very advanced case in which caused her to be initially identified as male, and after many years she has decided to undergo this risky operation in order to insure a normal life….."

Vernon shut of the TV and gave his wife a triumph look.

"Petunia I think I know what we're going to tell the neighbors. I'll use the computer at work and get all the necessary information.

His wife stared at him shock, what her husband suggested was far from normal, but completely possibly. As long as things were kept low key it could work.

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Harry was surprised when his Uncle came upstairs and in a disturbingly cheerful tone of voice explained their plan. They were going to pretend that Harry had a rare defect caused by a prescription drug and they were going to keep him locked up for a few weeks or so while he "underwent" his surgery then reintroduce everyone to the now "female" Harry. And, then when Harry went to school they would pretend that there was error on his birth certificate that went unnoticed until they were applying for school. Apparently, since few people actually knew (excluding those in the neighborhood) they had a nephew, they could easily avoid the school finding out by asking those few people to never mention Harry's change as it made her very sensitive to talk about it. This way they wouldn't have to involve any of Harry's kind….though Harry had a feeling that he wasn't supposed to hear that part and pretended to not have, he was just happy to know he wasn't going to be locked up for the rest of his life for being a freak as his Uncle stated.

If Harry was surprised before then he was shocked when his uncle said that he would be moving into Dudley's second bedroom, he was also told he was forbidden to look out the windows and to expect severe punishment if he did. It wasn't much of a problem for Harry whose previous room had no window at all. As his uncle left Harry wondered what he had done to get so lucky, his second thought was significantly more depressing. He wondered how long that would last, and how much would he suffer for it later.

It was a very serious thought for a four year old, though Harry was not an ordinary child, after all, what normal boy could wake up one day and be a girl?

Still he was happy to see his ratty cot moved into the room, though it made him realize just how small it was. Dudley was not so happy, even though the room had little more than a pile of children's book, some legos, a few wooden blocks, and Dudley's baby clothes that Petunia couldn't bear to throw out. The cot that Harry had in the room had in fact been Dudley's toddler bed that he had quickly surpassed the weight limit for (the Dursley's precious pumpkin now had a sturdy twin size affair). Albeit, Dudley put a great fuss about it, the winner of that argument was actually Petunia. He had calmed down once his mother had promised that he and a friend could spend the whole day at the amusement park for his birthday, along with getting all his presents.

Harry was in awe, his aunt had never done these types of things for him as a boy. She had actually fought with her precious baby whale…for Harry!! Or, Harriet, as his aunt and uncle had been practicing calling him.

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The next morning was even more normal than the last, a sort of calm had settled over the Dursleys as they no longer had to worry about how to explain their strange circumstances. And, all that without getting even stranger people involved.

Today they would start to spread the word of their "nephew's" operation, Petunia would tell her friends at tea time knowing that as gossiping housewives that everyone in the neighborhood would know by the next day. It was just so difficult to be strong for their niece who was going through this horrible ordeal; it would never be so easy to garner their neighbors' sympathies.

Shortly before lunch Petunia fed the children before sending her son up to nap and Harry to the upstairs room with a few crayons and some unlined paper to occupy her time and not cause any ruckus. He took to them right away drawing a round golden bird with fluttery wings in a green field that look more like a matted carpet. Harry had a great deal of imagination, but it tended to get him in all sorts of trouble with his family. Once, he had told his aunt that he felt as if this one cat he occasionally saw sitting on the garden fence was starring at him as he played in the dirt, but she had just smack his bottom after turning pale and told him not make up such lies. Cats did no such things. He drew the cat too, gray spotted with black squares around the eyes almost like glasses. Several times Harry heard the door open as she colored, it must have been his Aunt Petunia as she invited her friends in. For a while all that could be made clear was the high pitch twittering, but even Harry noticed as a hush fell over the house. He strained especially hard for any sounds, but he was sent for a loop as it erupted into an uproar downstairs, he couldn't help but wonder if that meant the ladies hadn't believed his aunt. But, things quieted down, and the ladies didn't leave for quite some time. Dudley slept through the whole thing soundly.

A couple of hours later when Harry had nearly exhausted his paper supply Petunia opened the door with a satisfied smile, a cup of milk, and a plate chocolate biscuits balanced in her arms. "Don't drink the milk too fast, you might get ill," she said before she fluttered out of the room quite light-footed.

Things must have gone very well, even better than expected perhaps. Harry took a drink from his glass, almost spitting it out as his aunt whorled suddenly back into the room telling her that young ladies didn't gulp they "sipped most delicately".

And, that was that.

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Is anyone willing to be my beta? I need someone who can fix my horrible grammar, watch out for typos and help me to get my sentences to flow better…frankly I'm not pleased with how it looks. Maybe even broaden my vocabulary…?

This chapter was nowhere near the length I wanted, but I give up…this thing just didn't want to any longer. The next one should be better about it, I hope. XD

Next Chapter: What's this? Harry is going to be celebrating his new existence as a girl along with Mrs. Johnson who will be celebrating the coming birth of her child? A joint Baby Shower/Renewal party! Things aren't going to go as expected for anyone, especially since things seem to be going too well.