Harry Potter Ladies Room

How to Escape

Harry woke up early, feeling the uncomfortable tightness of the bra, panties, and heels he was still wearing. The thick makeup on his face felt heavy, and the sight of his red-painted nails made him wince. He looked around and saw that the girls were still asleep. This was their chance to escape.

Carefully, Harry got out of bed, trying to keep his balance in the heels, and made his way over to Ron, who was still fast asleep in his own set of bra and panties. Harry leaned down and shook him gently.

"Ron, wake up," he whispered urgently.

Ron stirred, muttering something under his breath. Growing impatient, Harry decided to poke him in the chest, right through the padded bra. The strange sensation did the trick—Ron's eyes snapped open, and he looked at Harry in confusion.

"Harry? What's going on?" Ron asked groggily.

"Shh!" Harry hissed. "We need to get out of here before the girls wake up. Hermione's probably enchanted the door, so we'll need our wands. I think they've hidden them."

Ron sat up, still trying to shake off the sleep. "Where do you think they are?"

Harry pointed towards the girls' nightstands. "Check Hermione's chest; I think she hid her wand there. Lavender probably did the same. We need to be really careful. I'll get Hermione's wand, and you go for Lavender's. Their wands have cores similar to ours, so it might help."

Ron nodded, and the two boys crept towards the beds. Harry approached Hermione first. The wand was nestled snugly between her breasts, tucked into the cleavage. He reached for it carefully, but the unfamiliar heels caused him to lose his balance. In his attempt to steady himself, he accidentally pressed against Hermione's chest. His face turned bright red, but luckily, Hermione just shifted slightly and turned to her other side, still sound asleep.

Harry quickly retrieved the wand, his heart racing. "Got it!" he whispered to himself.

Ron, on the other hand, managed to slide Lavender's wand out without much trouble. He held it up with a triumphant grin. "Okay, let's get out of here."

They quietly moved to a more private part of the room, away from the sleeping girls, and tried to remove the bras that had been tightly strapped on them. After a few awkward attempts, they managed to get them off.

Ron sighed in relief, stretching his shoulders. "Finally! That feels so much better."

Harry nodded, equally relieved. But Ron wasn't done. Still feeling the remnants of the odd night, he turned to Harry, curiosity brimming in his eyes. "Harry, do you think I have... you know, tits?"

Harry gave Ron a puzzled look. "No, Ron. You don't."

Ron, still not satisfied, continued, "What about a huge ass? Or a slim waist?"

"No, you don't have that either," Harry said, chuckling despite himself. "And no, you don't sound like a girl."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. You don't either. But if we didn't transform, what's going on?"

Harry frowned, thinking. "Maybe it's a slow-acting curse. We haven't exactly checked everything yet..."

Ron's eyes widened. "Our... you know... our, um, bits?"

They both hesitated, then simultaneously reached down and carefully lowered their panties. After a moment of inspection, they both looked at each other in confusion.

"Well, it's definitely smaller," Hermione suddenly said, making them both jump.

They turned around to see her awake, smirking at them.

"But isn't there supposed to be, you know... a vagina?" Hermione added with a raised eyebrow.

Ron burst out laughing, not at the question, but at Hermione's next words. "If you weren't going to turn into a girl, Harry, I would've given you a big pair of tits myself and pressed them until you moaned like a helpless girl."

Ron's laughter echoed through the room until Lavender's teasing voice from the other side of the room cut in. "Why are you laughing, Rose? You've got better tits than I do!"

Ron's laughter died in his throat, his face turning crimson as he stammered, "I-I do not!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at Ron's embarrassment. The two of them were caught in a bizarre and humiliating situation, but at least they still had their wands—and each other. 

With their bras removed and their wands in hand, the boys knew they had to figure out their next move before the girls woke up and discovered what they'd done.

Stay back!" Ron demanded, though his voice lacked conviction.

"Don't make us use these!" Harry added, though his heels and makeup made the threat less credible.

Hermione remained calm and composed, her eyes glinting with amusement. She waited patiently as the boys fumbled with their wands. Then, without any show of force, she reached into her pocket and retrieved Harry's original wand. With a satisfied smile, she held it up for them to see.

"I see you're trying to escape," Hermione said, her tone smooth and controlled. "You'll need this if you want to get out of here."

She proceeded to wave Harry's wand and removed the enchantments from the door. With the door now unbarred, Hermione casually returned to the bed and sat down, her demeanor relaxed and confident.

"Feel free to leave whenever you're ready," she said, her voice dripping with mock politeness.

Harry and Ron, initially taken aback by the sudden turn of events, quickly realized they could now leave. As they turned to make their escape, Lavender's voice called out.

"So, are you ladies planning to go out naked?" she asked, her tone full of teasing.

The boys froze, glancing down at their scant attire. Still in their panties and bras, with their faces smeared in makeup, they were far from ready to face the outside world. The reality of their situation hit them hard, their cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The girls watched with amusement as the boys came to terms with their predicament, the thought of leaving in such a state clearly weighing on them.

To be continued...