This choice: Draco makes his excuses and heads after her. • Go Back...Chapter #6Draco makes his excuses and heads after her. by: Mr. George   Draco follows Pansy, as quickly as he can, without drawing too much attention to himself.
When she heads into the toilet, she looks his right in the eye, and swaggers inside. Draco reaches the door, and stops.
If he can enter then Hogwarts now sees him as a girl. He hopes that his way is blocked, but when no spell repels him, he has to admit to being a female student.
"Goddamn it, this is not funny." he snarls, before heading into a cubicle. Soon he has his trousers off, and is pulling down her underwear. Draco flings them at her angrily, he can't bring himself to look at his transformed crotch. If he sees his own pussy, that'll somehow make it real for him.
"You shouldn't have done that." Pansy informed him rather dryly. "After all, the spell wouldn't be that easy to break."
She nods towards Draco's pussy. His hands quest slowly, but he finds it is still frilly silk. In disbelief and horror, he looks to confirm.
"You can take them off as often as you want, but another pair will spring back in their place... frillier... silkier.... girlier..." she holds back her laughter.
He spots little roses embroidered around the waistband, and rather less material involved as well.
Draco looks to Pansy in horror, as he pulls up his trousers.
"There's also a penalty to pay for your defiance." she informs him.
The horror is written on his face, as he belts up his trousers. He slaps the buckle into place as if securing a suit of armour.
She waits just a few seconds, and Draco feels a worrying change. His legs become softer and more feminine, shifting beneath the fabric. His bare feet shrink and become more feminine, even his nails take on a ruby red shade of polish.
"You bitch..."
"No. You bitch." Pansy shoots back.
The magic isn't finished with Draco as his trousers flap around wildly. His voice in denial already aware of what's coming. But the knowledge doesn't help, as they become the girls short skirt. Draco's smooth legs a draw for any red-blooded males' eyes.
His jumper and cloak remain unchanged.
"Now that I've demonstrated the pointlessness of fighting me, perhaps we can move on."
"Alright how do I end this?" he snarled.
Pansy just ignored his tone, "You'll catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Oh, and you will address me as Mistress."
Draco glowered, but wisely said nothing.
"Please Mistress, how do I end this?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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