This choice: Pansy emerged from behind Draco, a teasing hand caressing Draco's ass... • Go Back...Chapter #7Pansy emerged from behind Draco, a teasing hand... by: Mr. George   Draco squeaked, and whirled around. Pansy's face was triumphant, her hand withdrawing from Draco's ass. But, worse, Draco realised she was now officially a girly height. Looking Pansy in the eyes, they were the same height. The flash of fire in Pansy's eyes was terrifying.
It softened into a smirk, as she took in the advancing changes. "You know you suit long hair... It makes you look pretty, and more girly..."
Draco was still caught off-guard, as Pansy took command. Grabbing her shoulders and driving her backwards into an alcove.
As Draco's back hit the wall, Pansy's hands went to roaming over the newly feminised Draco. She tweaked the still-flat male nips. Though, they felt a lot more sensitive, and sent a bolt of electricity up and down her spine.
Her protests were stolen away, as she was gasping from the stolen breath. Physically blocking her, Pansy returned to playfully patting, and caressing Draco's ass. Draco bucked her hips to try and evade the relentless assault.
Drawing a deep breath, Draco sucked in more air, ready to object. This time, still in command Pansy planted a kiss on Draco's lips. Working her tongue against Draco's lips, She stiffened, her hands slapping against the wall, as she braced herself.
She'd enjoyed it! Her eyes shot wide in denial...
"Careful, Draco..." she purred, drinking in Draco's features. "Strong emotions accelerate the change...."
As Draco's hands shot to her chest, Pansy merely nodded to confirm. Tilting her head, as if taking pity on a bemused pet. "That'll come last... But, already you look much prettier." Pansy's tone hardened slightly, "already prettier than me... just a smidge."
Draco's hand rose to her face, bluntly feeling for the changes. Only for Pansy to slip a hand mirror from her bag. Turning it in her palm, she revealed Draco's new feminised face.
She struggled to take it all in. As promised she was prettier than Pansy, with more refined features. High-cheek bones, and a delicate chin. She looked almost feline in her beauty... with a hint of Veela somewhere in her family tree. Shaking her head in mute denial, Pansy refuted it with an equally silent nod of her head.
"This is far from the end." she said breaking the silence.
Draco's mouth was parched, his throat a desert. Licking his lips he tried to summon up an objection. Only the reflected Draco looked like she was preparing to tease some young man. The tongue gliding over those lips... Those too plump, and perfect lips, were made for only one thing... were incomplete without it.
She didn't need to say a word. As realisation dawned on Draco's face, Pansy scrunched her nose cutely, "Those lips were made for more than kisses." Taking a half-step backwards, "I can't wait to see you at the sunset."
"Sunset?" Draco asked, her words edging towards a lisp, as she excitedly spoke.
"The changes will stop advancing then, and you can seek me out, to end the enchantment."
"Just a day..." Draco muttered, just a little too loudly.
"Oh, my sweet innocent Drusilla, once Draco has gone. You'll still need to satisfy me, for the spell to be reversed."
Draco was gob-smacked, as she stood there. Taking a step forward, as Pansy retreated. She instantly stopped, feeling the hem of a skirt brushing back and forth over her thighs. Gripping the hem, she tried to pull the pleats lower, to cover more of her legs... more of her!
Crabbe walked past, "Hi, Dru." he nodded, no light of familiarity in his eyes. With the birth of Drusilla, it seemed Draco had been banished from people's memory. She didn't like the way, the words were addressed to her. The beefy side-kick was leering, his gaze lingering on her exposed legs.
Pansy was skipping away, leaving the stunned Dru né Draco to get on with her day...
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