Harry Potter Ladies Room

Struggles in Heels and Spell

Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the dormitory, heading to Professor Dumbledore's office. The morning air in the castle was cool, but that didn't do much to calm Harry and Ron's nerves as they wobbled awkwardly in their heels. Harry, though struggling, managed to stay on his feet, but his walk was far from graceful. Ron, on the other hand, was having a much harder time. His balance faltered with each step, and before they even reached the common room, he stumbled and fell.Hermione couldn't help but smirk at their struggles. "You know, Harry, you could probably walk better if you kept your legs close together. Just like you'll need to once you have that cute little pussy," she teased, laughing at the thought.Harry shot her a dirty look but tried adjusting his walk. It was still awkward, but it helped a little. Meanwhile, Ron was still struggling to get back on his feet, glaring at Hermione, who offered no real help beyond her annoying advice.As they finally made it out of the common room, they ran into Emily, the Head Girl of Gryffindor. She looked at them with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Well, well, what do we have here? Off to make a fashion statement, ladies?" she teased, raising an eyebrow at their attire."Not exactly," Harry muttered, trying to maintain some dignity.Emily grinned and handed them a package. "Professor Dumbledore left this for you. He won't be around for a few days, so he asked me to pass it along. Looks like you'll have to manage without him for a while.""Thanks," Hermione said, taking the package. Emily lingered for a moment, eyeing Harry and Ron with a smirk before walking away, leaving the trio to continue their awkward journey.Back in the dormitory, Hermione couldn't resist making an announcement. "Listen up, girls! As Dumbledore is out of town, our poor Harry couldn't get the change she was hoping for. Her little problem down there is making it hard for her to walk in those elegant heels, isn't that right, Heather?"Harry, frustrated and embarrassed, snapped back, "This isn't funny, Hermione.""That's not how pretty girls speak," Hermione replied with a teasing smile. She pushed Harry onto the bed, and with a flick of her wand, his T-shirt vanished, leaving him in just the padded bra."What are you doing?!" Harry exclaimed, trying to cover himself."I've got something to finish with you," Hermione said, casting another spell. Harry gasped as he felt a strange sensation in his chest—a pressure that wasn't exactly painful but was undeniably uncomfortable. He looked down and saw his chest swelling, small but noticeable breasts beginning to form.Lavender noticed the change and couldn't resist taunting him. "Well, it's not fair now, is it? Even after all that, everyone in this room still has a better figure than her," she said, describing his new figure in embarrassing detail.Ginny, who had just woken up, caught Ron staring at Harry's chest. "Rose, stop staring at Heather's chest! What's wrong with you?" she scolded, her voice dripping with mockery.Ron, turning bright red, quickly looked away, humiliated and uncomfortable."Go on, Heather," Hermione continued. "Why don't you see how you feel now?"That was the last straw for Harry. He got up, stormed over to Hermione, and glared at her with all the anger he could muster. "Don't you dare cast another spell on me!" he warned, his voice trembling with frustration.