Harry Potter Ladies Room

First Day

Heather and Rose stepped out of the Gryffindor dormitory, still adjusting to the strange new sensations that accompanied their transformed bodies. The unfamiliar tightness of their bras, the way their skirts swished against their legs, and the feeling of the heels beneath their feet were all uncomfortable and awkward. Every step felt off-balance, and they couldn't help but tug at their uniforms, trying to make them feel less strange.

Hermione walked beside them, a supportive presence, though she couldn't resist a bit of teasing. "You two are really getting the hang of it," she said with a smirk, watching as Heather and Rose struggled to keep their balance. "Just remember to keep your legs close together when you walk. It'll help with the heels."

"Easy for you to say," Rose muttered, her face flushed with embarrassment. She could feel her skirt riding up slightly with each step, and the tightness of her blouse against her large chest was making her even more self-conscious. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down.

Heather, on the other hand, was having trouble with the way her hips swayed as she walked. Every time she took a step, she could feel the fabric of her skirt clinging to her wide hips, drawing the attention of a few boys they passed in the hallway. Their stares made her skin crawl, the heightened sensitivity making every glance feel invasive.

"Why is everyone staring?" Heather whispered to Hermione, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Well," Hermione began, her tone teasing, "you've got a rather, um, noticeable figure now, Heather. And those hips—well, let's just say they're hard to miss."

Heather blushed furiously and tried to adjust her skirt, feeling even more awkward. "This is ridiculous," she muttered. "How do girls deal with this all the time?"

"They get used to it," Hermione replied with a shrug. "You will too. Eventually."

As they walked through the castle, more students turned to stare, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. Heather and Rose did their best to ignore the attention, but it wasn't easy. Every whisper, every giggle seemed to be directed at them, and the new sensations of their bodies only heightened their discomfort.

"Potter? Weasley?" a familiar voice called out. Heather, Rose, and Hermione turned to see Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas standing nearby, their eyes wide with shock.

"What... what happened to you two?" Seamus asked, clearly taken aback by the sight of them.

"It's a long story," Heather replied quickly, trying to avoid the question. "We just got into some trouble, and... this is the result."

Dean's gaze lingered on Heather's hips, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "Well, whatever trouble you got into, you're definitely turning heads now."

Rose, feeling even more embarrassed, tugged at her blouse, trying to cover her chest. "Let's just get to class," she mumbled, eager to escape the attention.

The three of them hurried away, leaving Seamus and Dean still staring after them. As they made their way to the Potions classroom, they tried to focus on anything other than the stares they continued to attract. But it wasn't easy. Every step in their heels felt strange, and the way their clothes clung to their bodies only made them more self-conscious.