Ginny awoke, blinking in the early morning sunlight. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. Hermione was sprawled over her side of the bed, her messy brown hair curling all over her. Ginny couldn't get enough of the sight and laid there propped up on an elbow, just watching her for the longest time. Then she reached over and wiggled her fingers along Hermione's sides. Hermione erupted, giggling and swatting at her hands before finally rolling away from her and looking blearily up. "Whaat?" She asked crankily, throwing a pillow at her lover. Ginny ducked it in an acrobatic movement and came back up.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead," she said. "The sun's up." Hermione looked out the window. "I thought you said you always get up with the sun?"
She rolled off of the bed, cranky written all over her face. "Well, somebody kept me up!"
"You enjoyed it!" Ginny yelled, now fully dressed and walking towards the stairs down, ducking another high-velocity pillow and giggling. Eventually Hermione did make it downstairs, her hair curled haphazardly and slightly frizzy. She gave Ginny a kiss on the cheek and their hands intertwined as they walked off to breakfast. They got a couple of strange looks when they entered the Great Hall hand in hand, but nobody was really surprised. A few years ago that sort of thing would have been scandalous; but Hogwarts had evolved with the times. Things like homosexual relationships were generally accepted now. They sat next to each other, holding hands under the table. It was a little awkward to eat one handed but both girls agreed it was worth it.
And then, once they were sat down comfortably and eating, Hermione's hand began to wander. It still gripped Ginny's but two of her fingers ghosted over her privates. Ginny choked, attracting an odd look. She fought to keep from flushing scarlet. "Hermione?" She whispered, puzzled. "H-Here?" Hermione only winked out of the corner of her eye, all her attention on her breakfast, her movements slow and unnoticeable. Now her hand disengaged entirely, rubbing down the front of Ginny's robes where a gathering bulge could be felt. Ginny buckled down, eating rapidly to disguise her growing lust. Hermione's face was still perfectly blank- but then, she wasn't the one receiving the handjob under the table.
Hermione continued her work until Ginny was practically gasping from the sensation, desperately trying to hide it, then went and rubbed her glans rapidly until she came. Normally when Ginny came, she came with a loud shout and much movement, but the way Hermione had done it was so quick and so purely physical she was almost surprised when she felt her cock leak its seed onto the inside of her robes. And then Hermione, careful, clever Hermione, dropped her fork and bent down to retrieve it. In the blink of an eye, Hermione had cleaned her of her cum and was back in her seat, looking no different for it. Ginny was shocked speechless.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What?" Ginny stared at her, then shook her head and adjusted her robe.
"We'll talk about it later." She checked her watch and cursed. "If I'm late for Transfiguration again, McGonnagal will have my head!"
She sped off, her bright red hair flowing behind her like the tail on a comet. Hermione watched her go out of the corner of her eye, smiling in an absent-minded sort of way. She stood and stretched, her mind switching gears to a more somber subject- Ginny's condition.
Her research among the muggles had revealed that, generally, futanari was not a condition that existed in the real world, and that Ginny- discarding some other dubious cases on the internet- was the only one of her kind. Ginny considered herself an accident, an anomaly. All she wanted was to be normal.
Hermione saw her unique nature as something to be proud of, not ashamed of. Regardless, she loved Ginny, and still worked for a way for her to experience some form of normal. Ginny's mention of Transfiguration had given Hermione an idea.
Human transfiguration was the most difficult and dangerous of the transfigurations, but it was a sound science. In her fourth year, Hermione had witnessed Viktor Krum transform his head into that of a shark's, in order to breathe underwater. So what if…?
Now safely in her chambers, Hermione quickly stripped naked and sat on her bed, twisting her wand between two fingers. She tapped it against her lower lip, thinking hard. Finally, she nodded to herself, confident in her ability.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She conjured an image in her head and fixated on it- a cock. A long, thick and hard cock. She began to cast a spell, her wand moving through the air, leaving a sparkling trail. She concentrated as hard as she could and tapped her crotch with her wand.
Nothing happened. Hermione felt a rush of self-doubt. Was it impossible, or were her skills not enough?
A rogue thought struck her. It was a bit out there, but what did she have to lose?
Her free hand came to her naked breast and began playing with it, tweaking at the nipple and rolling it between her fingers. She ran her wand down her slowly moistening folds, causing herself to moan softly.
It had been a long time since Hermione had masturbated. She usually had Ginny to count on to satisfy her. Hermione allowed herself to sink back into the sensation, imaging that her hands were Ginny's hands. Her wand started to run down her wet folds, Hermione's mind replacing the wand with Ginny's cock. Her moans grew louder as she threw herself into the illusion, her wand slipping inside of her, the magic flowing off of it warm just like Ginny.
She moved her wand faster and faster, each thrust going deeper until her hand was thumping against her clit, her head caught up in a swirl as she approached climax. Barely able to concentrate, she summoned up all her effort into one thought: cock.
She climaxed hard, the wand's magic spraying into her like Ginny's cum, Hermione calling out her lover's name, panting hard. She fell into a semi-conscious state, catching her breath and revelling in her orgasm.
Eventually the haze cleared, and Hermione slowly sat up and looked at her crotch. Her wand lay askew, covered in her juices, which stained her sheets and leaked out of her still-moist opening. More importantly, however, something now occupied the space immediately above her vagina. She moved a hand down, her fingertips grazing its tip.
An electric feeling shot through her, and Hermione gasped out loud. She'd done it. She'd given herself a cock- and by the feel of it, a functional one too. She figured she might as well test out that theory. She wrapped her hand around her cock, the sensation incredible, and gave it a test stroke.
The feeling nearly blew her away. Her new cock was extremely sensitive and she happily stroked herself, nearly losing it from the pleasure whenever she touched her glans. She stuck two fingers in her pussy, getting them slick in her juices, and spread them on her cock, lubricating herself as she jerked herself off ever faster, the pleasure building in her head until-
Snap. Hermione grunted and came, falling backwards onto her bed so that her cum sprayed out onto her own breasts. She used a finger to lap up some of it, savoring the taste. It was… different than Ginny's. Ginny's tasted strong, bold. Hers tasted more sweet.
So, she knew she could now transfigure herself a cock. But what else could she do?
She picked up her wand, prodding her now-limp cock and giggling a bit at it. She thought carefully, her face lighting up at an idea. She waved her wand down her cock's length, watching it shrink and shrivel down until it disappeared. Waving her wand the other way summoned the opposite effect, conjuring her cock back.
Hermione smiled smugly. She knew Ginny wouldn't be able to get into her room until late- so she began plotting.
Ginny sighed as she trudged up the stairs to Hermione's room. She'd had a long day- she was struggling in potions, and Transfiguration had been particularly grueling. She was looking forward to the warmth of Hermione's embrace.
She reached the top of the stairs, opening the door and yawning as she entered.
"Hermione," she called out. The room was dark and she didn't see her. "Where are you-"
Arms reached out, drawing her in from behind. Ginny could feel from the feeling of pressure on her back that Hermione was already naked. Ginny felt the tension and stress of the day leaving her as she relaxed back into Hermione's arms. Hermione gently guided her towards the bed, pushing her down onto it.
Hermione waved her wand, turning on a soft, warm lamp. Ginny noticed that Hermione looked terribly excited.
"What's going on, Hermione?" Ginny asked from the bed, peering at Hermione suspiciously. Hermione grinned wickedly.
"I've got something to show you," she said, almost breathless. She stood in front of the bed, wand in hand. "Did you know your girlfriend is the greatest witch alive?"
"It's not like you to brag," Ginny observed, extremely interested. "What have you done this time?"
"Close your eyes," Hermione instructed. Ginny's eyes narrowed.
"What are you-"
"Close them," Hermione insisted. Ginny made a hmph noise and closed her eyes reluctantly. Ginny heard a soft whooshing sound. "Now, open."
Ginny opened her eyes to see Hermione standing in front of her, a very smug look on her face. Ginny's eyes slowly travelled down her curvaceous body, appreciating her round, soft breasts and her inviting nipples, down through the well-rounded abdomen and down to her nether regions, where a large thick cock met her gaze. Ginny looked at it calmly.
"Human transfiguration?" she guessed. Hermione's smug look faltered.
"Well yes, but… aren't you surprised?" Hermione sounded so disappointed Ginny couldn't help but laugh.
"Surprised, no," Ginny admitted. "I knew you were brilliant. But impressed…"
She licked her lips and darted forward, her knees hitting the floor as she wrapped a hand around Hermione's new length, looking up at her lover, eyes clouded with lust. "I'm very impressed." She drew Hermione's cock to her mouth, running her tongue down the shaft. Hermione shuddered under her lover's tongue. Her virgin cock, unused to the sensation, was on fire with pleasure.
Ginny knew Hermione couldn't have had the cock for long. Ginny had had one ever since she could remember. She'd spent years touching herself, learning all the ways to please it, to satisfy it.
She ran her tongue up Hermione's shaft, suddenly rapidly flicking her tongue on a spot just below the tip of Hermione's cock. Hermione yelped and stiffened, coming suddenly and hard, her seed shooting out, some of it getting on Ginny's face where she eagerly lapped it up.
"N-no fair," Hermione said weakly, shaking. Ginny smirked and helped her onto the bed, a gleam of mischief in her eye.
"Don't you dare think we're done yet," she warned, her dominant nature blooming as she mounted her, stroking Hermione's half-hard cock with one hand as she used Diffendo to cut open her clothes, vaporizing them with a flick of her wand. "I'm just getting started!"
Hermione's face was very red as she looked up at her lover. She'd never seen this angle, and she loved it. Ginny's small yet perky and firm breasts were heaving in anticipation, her lovely quidditch-defined abs soaked with sweat. Her cock was fully erect and pulsing- but it would go unused for now.
Ginny rubbed her palm over the very tip of Hermione's cock, eliciting moans from her, before she lifted herself up and placed Hermione at her very wet entrance. Hermione's hands gripped the sheets behind her.
"Please be gentle," she whispered to Ginny. Ginny grinned.
"Not a chance." She slowly sank down onto Hermione, her facial expression changing into one of pure pleasure. "OH, fuck me that feels good!"
Hermione could only make a noise that sounded kind of like a whimper. Ginny slowly began to move on top of her, her tongue starting to hang out of her mouth. Hermione blushed even harder as she watched her cock slide in and out of Ginny, the sensation almost overwhelming.
A few years ago, she would never have been brave enough to perform such magic on herself, even if she had the skill she had now. Then again, back then, she didn't have Ginny.
Ginny moved faster, her hands on Hermione's stomach, pushing herself off to go down even harder, driving Hermione deeper into herself. Ginny was in bliss, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she thrusted down.
Hermione reached the breaking point quickly, the new sensations taking control of her senses, overriding them with pure pleasure until she came hard, screaming Ginny's name and pouring her seed into her lover. Ginny came when Hermione did, throwing her head back, the walls of her pussy closing around Hermione's length, milking her as her own cock erupted, spraying Hermione in her seed.
Ginny collapsed on top of Hermione, Hermione's cock still buried in Ginny's pussy, and kissed her passionately, riding out the waves of their orgasms. They lay there for quite some time, panting and huddling together, their bodies sticky with their combined ejaculate.
Ginny looked into Hermione's eyes, brushing aside her hair lovingly.
"Best surprise ever," she whispered, and kissed her.