Harry Poter - TG Questionnaire

Harry Potter and the TG Questionnaire.

Harry sat down in the room he was currently renting at the Leaky Cauldron with a sigh, and he rubbed his face. Once more since Voldemort’s death he had been roped into yet another party which had taken him away from the renovation work he’d been doing alone at Number 12 Grimmauld Place since Kreacher’s death. The work would have been halfway done a few months ago if the Ministry and the like hadn’t kept roping him into one party after another, and Kingsley wasn’t pulling a Fudge and thoughtlessly pushing him into going to them and acting like one of those thoughtless celebrities you read about in the muggle news. Harry knew it was to help the Ministry of Magic, but with each encounter his old desire to become an Auror, a desire made because he had believed that he couldn’t survive if he’d become something else, died.

Ron and Hermione didn’t help, and ever since that mess with the locket Horcrux things had not been the same between the one firm Golden Trio after that.

Harry leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to regain some of his strength. Ever since the shock of learning he would be the one destined to kill Lord Voldemort though realistically it hadn’t been a surprise to him since he had been dropped into the deep end since he’d been a baby, Harry had hoped that when the deed had been done, the Magical world would finally give him the peace and quiet he crazed. Sure, he wanted excitement but he had done his bit for Ministry and country, but it wasn’t the excitement he wanted.

A sudden flash of soft pink light that penetrated through the young wizard’s eyelids made him wake up quickly and draw his wand out of reflex - but there was nothing threatening to him about a piece of pink paper that had suddenly appeared on the table before him.

Harry frowned, but he didn’t dare touch the paper. Cautiously he waved his wand over it, unsure if it was some sort of trap. He had been receiving quite a few cakes containing love potions from amorous witches, some of whom were old enough to be his grandmother never mind his mother!

But the spells came back negative.

There were no harmful spells or potions imbued into the paper, but he was still cautious as he picked it up off the rickety, ramshackle thing that acted like a dining table and desk rolled into one and the first line. In pink lettering was the bizarre title “If you were a girl…”

It was some kind of questionnaire though at the moment there were no questions, just numbers and spaces between them for the answers, like the ones you received sometimes in games pages in the newspaper, but Harry had never come across something like this…. Heh, it was probably harmless, and if he were honest it would be fun filling out a questionnaire, give him something to do while he thought about his next move.

Harry rolled his tongue in his mouth, deciding..and then he shrugged his shoulders and picked up a muggle pen - he had grown tired of the quills that constantly needed ink topped up time and again, and some of the quills he’d been offered in the past and recently had had some magical property that he hadn’t agreed with, so he’d gone for muggle pens, deeming them longer lasting and more efficient.

The first questions seemed harmless enough when they appeared as his pen hovered over the paper.

If you were a girl, would your handwriting be neat?

Harry didn’t even need to think about that one; his handwriting had once been neat, but after Uncle Vernon had beaten him after Dudley’s own handwriting had failed to improve and his had, well his fat uncle had not been happy, and had snapped Harry’s wrist. The injury had taken time to heal, and his handwriting had not recovered since though the old injury had healed long ago.

He had no hesitation in scrawling out, not seeing the harm as he put down, “Yes. I would like my handwriting to be neater. My uncle snapped my wrist when I was a child, and my handwriting was never the same again.”

Harry stopped and looked at what he’d written on the paper.

Something was wrong.

His….handwriting….it was neater. It no longer resembled that terrible chicken scratch that so many people had mocked him about for so long. He looked at his hands as if they were not the same hands he’d had all his life and he stiffened when he saw that they had changed as well. Gone were the large male hands with the callouses and the bitten down fingernails, he now had smaller hands with longer and lighter fingers that looked like they had never spent a day working on Aunt Petunia’s garden doing all of those chores. Now they looked like they been pampered all of their lifetime, and there wasn’t a blemish at all on them, the only thing marring their perfection was they were joined to his still very male forearms.

He now had the dainty hands of a girl, and they had a cute manicure and pedicure!

Harry had the thought of throwing the paper away, and his first instinct was to burn it and somehow get to St. Mungos and find a healer to reverse whatever had happened, but just as the thought entered his mind it went out again when a voice whispered clearly into his ear.

“Why not go through with the rest of the questionnaire? Are you like all other men out there, frightened of the unknown?”

It was the voice of a young woman, and the moment the words penetrated his mind his body refused to stand up from where he was sitting. He tried to throw the pen away, but his arm refused to lift it up. Harry was mentally kicking himself now for refusing to push the questionnaire away, but he found himself moving forwards and read the next question.

Oh no, Merlin no!

If you were a girl, would you like the colour pink? 

A kind of paralysing fog came over Harry at that point, and it seemed as though his mind was actually considering the answer. Everything inside of him that was male wanted to throw the paper away, but instead his dainty hands moved over the paper.

“Yes. I love pink. It’s my favourite colour.”

Suddenly the ink changed from black to pink, and as Harry looked around at the clothes he had scattered around the room many of them had changed into pink and mentally he knew it was right, pink was his favourite colour. Wait, what?

The next question was a little bit more in depth about his colour preferences.

If you like pink, like any self-respecting young lady, do you have any other colours you like?”

Harry was amazed that his mind was even considering the answer, but this time he realised that despite his bad history with some of the colours, he found himself leaning over the paper. “I like red, purple, white, and gold, especially when they’re the colours of my bling!”

Another look around the room had Harry noting some of his clothes and shoes had changed colour, and the battered pair of trainers he was wearing at the time had transformed from a peeling grey and black to a newish pair of pink and white girl’s sneakers for instance on his smaller feet, but what really surprised Harry was the sudden appearance of some bracelets in gold and red appearing on his wrists and this time his arms thinned and became slimmer naturally than just skinny.

By now the effects of the changes are beginning to have some strange effects on Harry’s mind, and he began to realise that he was beginning to enjoy what was happening to him. He eagerly leaned forwards to read the next question, and the strange voice spoke to him again. This time the mysterious voice was a little louder, more confident as he changed.

“There, that’s it. You’re finally enjoying it, it’s great whenever a man submits willingly to the changes.”

Harry licked his lips. “Who are you?” he whispered.

The voice laughed. “I am the one making your life better, Harry Potter. Do the next question.”

If you were a girl, would your hair be long?

Ah, that was a straightforward question in Harry’s mind, and he wrote the answer, thinking of the lovely hair he had seen on girls like Hermione, Luna, Fleur, and many of the other girls. “Yes, I would love to have long hair,” he wrote, closing his eyes in anticipation, and he felt a ticklish sensation in his head and he felt his hair tickling the lower nape of his neck.

Harry opened his eyes when it stopped and he looked across the table at the mirror mounted on the wall. His messy black hair had lengthened dramatically and had fallen to his shoulders. With a sigh, Harry looked down at the questionnaire again to see what the next question was.

You’ve got long hair now, would you like it straight, or have it curled sexily?

A real shiver passed down Harry’s spine when he read the word ‘sexily,’ but he gave the question some genuine thought. He was proud of his hair since it had been one of the few things he had had that truly defied the Dursleys growing up, but it had caused him problems over the years so he decided to be daring in writing the answer. “Straight.”

A pink light appeared above Harry’s head and flashed engulfing his head as he felt the strands of raven black hair straighten out, making him laugh at the sensation since it was ticklish before it ended. For a moment he admired his long, straight black hair before he looked down at the paper again to read the next question.

What hair colour would you prefer, your current colour or something else?

Harry bit his lip and thought about it. He had seen many hair colours over the years, and he closed his eyes and thought about it, picturing himself with different colours, Images of Lavender, Fleur, and Luna entered his mind, and he had his inspiration. He opened them again and wrote clearly, “I would prefer my hair to be blonde.”

Harry found himself smiling as his hair colour changed from black to a shiny blonde, but the next question caught his attention. This one was a bit more in-depth.

If you were a girl, how would you prefer to be hairless - waxed, or shaven?

Knowing from experience that shaving was sometimes ugly - god, he was thinking like a girl now wasn’t he? - Harry wrote the answer down. “I prefer waxing.”

Harry winced as he felt a tingly sensation all over his body, and he saw from his own reflection in the mirror that all the coarse stubble on his face was gone, that his skin was now smooth, but he opened his still male shirt and saw that his skin was smooth and all the chest hair that he’d grown for the past few years had vanished. Harry looked down at the next question, blushing as he did so.

If you were a girl, what type of butt would you have - flat, round, or bubble?

“Bubble, I would like a bubble butt,” Harry wrote without any hesitation and he felt his backside begin to expand as though his buttocks were a pair of tyres and were being blown up slowly with gas. The sensation sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, and he rolled his eyes back and moaned. He was so out of it then voice said, “You sound like you’re having fun.”

“I am,” Harry replied with a blissful smile. Why had he been so frightened by what was going on? This was fantastic.

“Great! But there are more questions to answer.”

“Brilliant!” Harry replied and leaned forward eagerly even as his new bubble butt finished swelling and he felt as if he were sitting on really overstuffed cushions. Looking behind him, Harry could see his new massive buttocks which would weaken the knees of any straight man before he turned back to see a new question appear on the paper.

If you were a girl, would you wear glasses, contacts, or would you have 20/20 vision?

That was no brainer as far as Harry was concerned; he had always hated his glasses, hated being mocked for them, hated Dudley using them for target practice. He smiled at the prospect of finally ridding himself of the awful things, and he circled in neat cursive the 20/20 vision choice. When he looked back up into the mirror, his vision was cleared and his ugly glasses had vanished into thin air.

Giddy with delight at what the questionnaire was doing to him, he looked at the next question.

If you were a girl, how would you see your figure? Do you want to be curvy voluptuous?

Harry grinned at the question and wrote, “I’ve got a delicious bubble butt, I’d like to be really curvy with long sexy legs that are lovely and toned with round hips and big boobs.”

The next question came before the changes began.

How large would you like your boobs?

“I would like to have D boobs,” Harry wrote without needing to think, and he added, “I would also like to be 5’7, without a single mark on my beautiful skin, and standing up so I can enjoy the changes!”

“Done! You can stand, but you’ll need to sit back down again so you can continue with the questionnaire.”

The moment the paper showed that, Harry leapt out of his chair and stripped out of his clothes so he could eagerly see the transformation. He knew that he was excited by the changes, and wondered if the magic behind them, whatever it was, had affected his mind. But he didn’t care. He laughed as his body transformed, and his hips became smoother and curvier and his body shrank down, but what made him happy was the sight of the scars on his chest and back from all the neglect and abuse from his time at the Dursleys fading. He felt heat behind his nipples which grew out and the aeurolas became larger and darker before a pair of breasts sprouted from his still male chest, but he took in his gangly legs that were lengthening and becoming thicker in places while he couldn’t see his feet as they were still in sneakers.

“I’ve temporarily stabilised your new centre of gravity,” the voice said, “otherwise you’d be falling all over the place.”

Meanwhile his breasts were becoming larger and larger until they were swinging from his chest, with large erect nipples. Finally, the changes stopped and Harry’s chest heaved with delight and excitement as he looked at his new sexy body. His new small, dainty feet hidden inside those sneakers connected to toned legs which were long and lean, and would be the envy of any model that gazed at him with hips that were so wide and curvy giving him an excellent hourglass figure and a sexy toned tummy.

   Harry let one of his hands cup one of his enormous breasts and he threw his head back, throwing his beautiful shining mane of blonde hair behind him as he moaned as the pleasure centred around his private parts while he let his other hand rub one of his buttocks, amazed by how toned and fit his new enormous backside was.

“If you’re quite finished, I know you’d love to explore your new self but we need to keep going. In case you haven’t noticed, you are still a male.”

Harry opened his eyes after the voice was finished and looked at the mirror, seeing that the voice was quite right. Jutting long and proudly erect was his cock, which had become erect out of excitement for what was happening to him, and his face was still male.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered, aghast and he was about to rush towards the chair and keep answering through the questionnaire but the voice stopped him again.

“No, don’t, it’s even more fun when you see your old clothes transform with you.”

Harry silently put his clothes on, vividly reminded of how the Dursleys made him dress in Dudley’s castoffs but this time he was looking forwards to the changes, and he sat down at the table.

If you were a girl, would you wear makeup?”

Harry frowned, wondering why the questionnaire still posed the questions in it’s hypothetical manner when he was practically a girl already, but he answered the question anyway. “Yes, I would wear makeup.”

The moment his smaller hand finished writing out the reply, his mind was suddenly full of knowledge of lipsticks, glosses, and how to apply different creams and lotions to his new sexy body, and a bright pink makeup kit appeared on the table before him. Harry slowly opened it up and smiled as he saw the numerous beauty implements within, and he eagerly reached forwards and pulled out a tube of pink lipstick and he slowly unscrewed the top and applied it on his lips, making circles. With each move, his lips became larger, plumper and more kissable.

Next Harry put on the mascara, making his eyelashes longer and more curled. When he was finished he had noticeably larger emerald green eyes that gave him a more innocent look. Rolling up one of his sleeves when it rolled down his thinner arms, Harry reached for the eyeshadow and smiled when his eyes were further highlighted before he reached for a powder ball and applied it slowly and carefully around his face, making his face rounder until it became heart shaped.

He felt his skull change shape and his nose shrank and upturned slightly while his cheekbones rose up a little, and his neck became long and beautiful. When Harry took a deep look at his new face, he gasped at how beautiful he was now. His emerald green eyes were somehow larger than they had been before, giving him a more innocent look than they had when he’d been truly male, framed with silvery-grey eyeshadow and mascara. Then there were her eyebrows. They had been shaped into arches.. His face was heart shaped now and a breathtaking example of femininity, his chin was smaller and less pointed. His ears were smaller than they had been before. His lips were pouty, plump and kissable. Now Harry had a face that truly fitted his gorgeous voluptuous body.

“I-I’m so beautiful,” he whispered, and he wondered why on Earth he had never been born a girl before. He heard a sexy giggle in the empty room, and realised that the voice he’d been hearing was about to make a comeback.

“Are you enjoying yourself now?” 

“Yes,” Harry nodded, “I’m a girl now.”

“Not quite you’re not, don’t forget you’ve still got a dick, and you’ve got a guy’s mind. We’ve got a few questions to go.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Harry asked the sexy voice, idly flicking some of his blonde hair out of his face. “I mean, I am grateful, but why?”

“I sensed your unhappiness, you’ve suffered a lot in your life. I wanted to see if I can help. Anyway, keep answering my questions. Your answers are getting sexier by the minute.”

If you were a girl, which would you prefer - boys or girls?

For a moment Harry was about to reflexively put down he was into girls, but he stopped when he realised that aside from Cho and Ginny he had never really had much luck with girls. Besides….it didn’t feel right with his new body, so he wrote down, “Men.”

Quickly Harry visualised his favoured sex, and he instantly drooled at the mental image of himself being fondled by a large, muscular man. It took a moment for the fantasy to disappear, only for another to appear. This time he was on a beach, a string bikini that barely covered his assets on the sand while three men fucked him, pounding him into pleasure.  Harry shivered as the screams of carnal pleasure from his dream self echoed in his mind.

Understandably, the fantasies took a while for Harry to clear his mind to concentrate on the next question.

If you were a girl, what would your lingerie be right now? Would you be wearing briefs, panties, bikini, thong, or g-string?

 Harry pulled a face, and wrote without bothering to think. “Duh, I’m a sexy girl now. Why would I be wearing briefs? I’d wear panties, bikini’s, thongs, but right now I’m wearing a hot, neon pink sexy g-string.

Harry suddenly let out a cry of surprise and pain as he felt a warm heat concentrating around his dick, and he placed a dainty hand gently over that area. His cock was shrinking right down until he felt a womanly flatness where his cock was once standing, and there was a burst of pleasure that left him breathless

 But he could see now why the voice had made that remark about it being fun about the clothes changing, and as he used his hands to part the waistband of his trousers he laughed in delight when he saw his old male boxers transform into a g-string, the material becoming more softer and more lusher than the simple cotton they’d been originally.

But he had one thing to do; slowly Harry pushed his fingers underneath his g-string and he moaned again when the tips of the fingers brushed across the sensitive folds of his new hairless vagina.

Harry had no idea that his testicles had become ovaries, becoming part of his new female reproductive system, but he did when he felt them settle, setting off his first orgasm as a woman. Now he was truly a she. A blissful smile crossed her beautiful face as she moaned before she opened her eyes and saw that the next question was waiting for her.

If you were a girl, would you be wearing a bra?

Harry grinned and wrote, “Yeah, I’m wearing a neon pink push-up bra that matches my g-string to let guys see my big boobs.”

Ever since Harry’s breasts had grown, she’d been moaning slightly in pleasure with each swing they erotically took, but now she felt strong straps appear on her shoulders, and equally strong cups embrace her breasts but rather than just do that her new breasts were pushed up, showing some of that wonderful cleavage.

As a boy, she had never really liked pink and with how Dolores Umbridge had loved that colour it had put her old self off even more, but now she was a girl she found it sexy and besides she would accessorise that colour better than Umbridge ever could.

Looking down at her enormous boobs she could see how the pushup bra accentuated her natural cleavage. Any man who saw it would get an instant erection, and the thought made Harry excited.

“God, I’m so sexy,” she whispered before she looked down at the next question.

If you were a girl, what kind of voice would you have? Would like; high pitched or soprano?

“I’d like a sexy soprano voice,” she wrote and a small choker necklace appeared on the table. Harry picked it up and put it around her neck, and then she giggled, hearing her voice become a sexy soprano voice.

If you were a girl, would your ears be pierced?

Harry had seen girls with sexy ear rings and ear studs, and she knew what the answer would be instantly. “I’m a sexy girl now, and sexy girls have sexy piercings. My ears are pierced right now,” she paused as she felt a hot needle like pain go through her earlobes but she kept writing, “and I have studs with diamonds in them right now. I have a belly button piercing with a gorgeous diamond mounted inside.”

Harry grinned as the ear studs appeared but she winced slightly when the belly piercing appeared, but she was happy as she became even more transformed into a sexy woman. Unknown to her, there was an inner change. Now Harry would listen like a girl.

If you were a girl, would you still have magic?

Harry blinked. Of all the questions she had expected, this one had not been one of them. At first she was about to write that she would still have magic, although she would be a sexy witch instead of a boring broody wizard. It was tempting.

But she didn’t.

Magic had caused Harry Potter nothing but trouble, and besides she had been tired of the Ministry for a long time - the death of Voldemort had only made things worse as far as she was concerned.

She took a deep breath and she wrote clearly, “No, I would not still have magic. I would prefer to live without magic and become a muggle.”

The Leaky Cauldron room she was renting at the moment suddenly transformed into a gorgeous flat with white walls that truly brightened the place up, with pink sofas and armchairs and a large TV and video player with a high-fi next to it. Harry squealed with joy as she took it in. The old table, infested and riddled with wormwood, had transformed into a pink and white vanity table with drawers filled with jewellery and the mirror was now closer to her and had an overhead lamp so she could see what she was doing when she prettied herself up. The floor was covered with lush rugs over hardwood and the bed was covered with a red duvet. All of it was more expensive than anything she had lived in before, even Hogwarts, and she looked eagerly at the next question, but the paper’s voice said, “I’ve altered reality; you were born a muggle girl in this new reality. In your old reality, Harry Potter has simply disappeared. How do you feel about that?”

Personally Harry was not bothered. “Thanks,” she said without knowing what else to say to the news as she tried to work out how the magical world would take the fact she was gone, but she was pleased that she had closure now. Instead she looked at the paper.

But the voice was persistent.

“I notice you don’t seem concerned about your friends…?”

Harry sighed. “I’m not. They’ve been roping me into going to those stupid parties, telling me that I need to show everything is okay. Well, I don’t want that. I want to have fun,” she added, “but that isn’t fun.”

“You don’t need to explain, but I know now. Anyway, let’s get on with the questionnaire.”

If you were a girl, would you love high heeled shoes?

Ah, how she had to think about that one. Harry knew how stressful it could be to wear high heels, but she couldn’t see any reason why not. “I’d wear them, but I would have flats and ordinary shoes to give my feet a chance to rest.”

Looking around the flat, Harry saw a large collection of shoes appear neatly arranged on the floor.

There were knee-high boots standing neatly, some had high heels in spikes or blocks, but there were some flat heeled boots with smaller pumps with six inch spikes mingling with flatter shoes, and the same sneakers on her feet she had seen before were still there with a few other pairs nearby. She bit her lip for a second, and then she added, “I’m planning on going out tonight, and my old sneakers are a pair of black platform heels.”

Harry had just put her pen down on the table when she felt her girly sneakers change their shape; she felt the heel part of the shoes begin to rise while the sole hardened and rose on a spike, while the bottom of the other half of the shoe hardened while the top began to part, leaving behind an exposed space leaving Harry’s skin and toes exposed to the air. Moving her chair back from the table, Harry crossed her amazing legs and looked down at her feet, watching in awe as the shoes changed colour to bright black with diamonds on, admiring the sexy shoes. Unknown to her, her heels adjusted until they were the feet of a woman accustomed to walking in high heels.

While she was wondering how it would feel, really feel, to wear these heels, the next question appeared and Harry leaned forwards, one of her hands stroking the smooth shiny material that now encased her feet.

 If you were a girl, what would you be wearing right now?

To say Harry had been looking forwards to this question was an understatement. She had had it in her mind for a while, and she sat up straight. “I am wearing a red dress that shows off my gorgeous cleavage, and I am wearing black stockings that come up to my thigh.”

God, she sounded so sexy!

Harry’s old clothes, so male and so ill-fitting for her new body began to change. The material softened and the legs of her old trousers merged together forming the tube of her new dress before slinking up her smooth, amazing legs until the hem was really short until it was tucked right underneath her sexy bubble butt.

Likewise, her old cotton socks moved up her legs until they stopped mid-thigh, and they turned black and became a pair of black stockings. Meanwhile the top half of her dress joined with the bottom half so they were one piece. The arms of his shirt rolled up into the material, and the straps of the dress were formed, and the neckline plunged deep, exposing her cleavage. When the dress was finished, it changed colour to a bright red.

Harry looked at her dress and wondered just how many men would want to fuck her. When she was finished admiring herself she went back to the questionnaire.

 If you were a girl, would you enjoy shopping?

Harry looked at the questionnaire, remembering all the oversized, hand-me-down clothes the Dursleys forced him to wear and how he had not bothered to buy anything new during his time at Hogwarts even when he’d had the resources.

He had always kicked himself for not bothering to disobey Fudge’s order for him, her male self, to remain in Diagon alley before his third year, before she decided to take a chance and ticked the YES choice, and suddenly her mind was awash with thoughts of the latest fashions. She just had to buy new shoes, new dresses and skirts!

If you were a girl, how would you like your finger and toe nails done?

“I would like oval pink finger and toe nails,” Harry wrote, and she looked at her fingernails as they lightened to a neon pink colour and became shaped like ovals. She held her hand up for a second, admiring them and their shine.

It took a few minutes because Harry was admiring her nails, but when she focused again on the questionnaire her eyebrows shot up.

If you were a girl, would you be slutty?

Harry bit her lip, she had always had problems with relationships; her relationship with Cho had dropped like a stone because the gorgeous Chinese witch had wanted to know what happened to Cedric and her old self had been so wrapped up in his own insecurities he hadn’t wanted to talk or even think about that awful night.

As she leaned back in her seat, Harry thought about relationships, and felt that they were a waste of time. Besides the prospect of going out to look for random guys everywhere was exciting, and with that thought in mind she ringed the answer YES.

“I also want to have a personality where men gravitate towards me,” she added.

The moment she ringed the answer, she shivered as pleasure shot through her vagina. Reflexively she gently placed her fingers over her slit. Her vagina  had swelled slightly so it became more used, and in her mind’s eye she saw herself, as a teenager wearing a school uniform, kissing a boy and being pushed over a table.

“That’s when I lost my virginity,” she said to herself as the memory fully manifested itself in her mind. She could still feel the hard desk wobble beneath her as the boy clambered on top of her, fumbling for his zip while she helped him multitask lifting her skirt up exposing her panties. She closed her eyes as the memory of his cock rubbing against her pussy filled her mind before he’d plunged in. She shivered as the memory of the first time she’d had sex filled her mind, and that was before he came inside her.

She hadn’t had a boyfriend at the time, and she had been depressed with school so she had grabbed a boy who was good looking, and she had dragged him into an empty classroom and made him have sex with her since at the time she had been a virgin and wanted to break that barrier. The boy had been unsure at first but he had quickly seen things her way. It hadn’t taken them long to fuck each other’s brains out, and from there Harry had developed a love of sex.

Soon she was known as the school slut, a title that she had received and worn proudly. Harry closed her eyes as the memories of the other girls’ scorn and jealousy as she walked proudly through the school with a short skirt she’d bought specially that hugged her bubble butt, flirting with dozens of boys, and feeling the boy’s lust as they ran their eyes (sometimes their hands over her hot body) reached her mind. By the end of that year, she had fucked sixteen boys, and she had proceeded to go into the rugby team’s changing room….. Harry shivered as she remembered the brutal animal fucking she had received, but she shook her head as new memories entered her mind of other occasions she’d had sex, and she felt herself become wet. God, she needed it. She was such a horny slut and her mind now swam with knowledge of sex, of performing hand jobs and blowjobs, and so it took her a while to get her control back and focus on the next question.

That didn’t stop her idly running one of her new fingernails up and down her pussy lips.

24. If you were a girl, would you be into gossip?

Unbidden memories of seeing Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, along with other girls entered Harry’s mind, but truthfully her memories of her old life were slipping away. It was like something out of a truly bad dream, her old life, when more and more memories of being a woman assaulted her mind. Harry puffed her lips out in thought, then she shrugged and then circled ‘YES.’

Instantly all of her previous male indifference to knowing what was happening around her disappeared. Suddenly she wanted to know what was happening around her.

If you were a girl, what would your intelligence be? The 0-5 range is bimbo, air-headed, and ditzy, 6-10 is more intelligent.”

Harry bit her plump lip in thought. Intelligence had not been on the top of her mind as she’d filled out the questionnaire, but she closed her eyes again and thought about this part of the questionnaire, but did she really want to become smart, or did she want to become a bimbo? This question would affect how she lived her new life, and she wanted to get it right. When she had been younger, her relatives had made it clear to her being smart was a truly bad idea, and when she had gone to Hogwarts she had been battered down by Ron’s inadequacy and Hermione’s need to be the best, and besides she didn’t really plan on becoming a rich and successful businesswoman when she had a knockout body.

Hesitantly, she was about to ring the number 4. Instantly she felt her knowledge remain, but she instantly felt as though some of her mind were wrapped in cotton wool as her mind became more ditzy. She officially became a bimbo.

 You still have a male mindset in places - If you were a girl, wouldn’t you want to be a girl?

Harry frowned in genuine confusion, and she began writing, “But, like, I am a girl. I’ve always, like, been a girl.” The moment she finished writing her mind was filled with knowledge of how to behave like s girl. Her memories and other aspects of her personality altered completely. She remembered growing up as a girl, playing little games with dolls and having parties with her as a princess, her first period, and going to school and having girl friends while they hung out with boys and had sex. The last vestiges of Harry’s mind that were male were disappearing.

If you were a girl, what would your job be? 

Harry leaned back and thought about that, though her ditzy mind made her feel as though she were on cloud nine so it took a few minutes for her to really think about what her job could be. Although the majority of her mind was now devoted to the memories of her new life, there were still enough of her old life for her to see that her old life had been a misery, so they factored into the equation and so with her near bimbo like mind, she had the perfect choice. Finally she smiled, and leaned forwards and she began writing.

“I am, like, a high-class prostitute working in a hot brothel with a strip joint added on, so I can, like, dance!”

Instantly Harry’s mind was awash with knowledge of stripping and dancing, and also times where she would be due to work at a brothel. She was known as one of the hottest prostitutes, and she also worked there as a stripper where men paid to watch and cheer as she danced using her lithe, athletic body to show the men how hot and fuck-able she really was.

 If you were a girl, how old would you be?

“I am, like, 18 years old,” Harry wrote neatly on the paper, and her already firm body altered slightly to show a young woman who had yet to experience ageing.

If you were a girl, would you be into exercise?

Her new ditzy mind was curious why the question was coming now of all times, Harry giggled and wrote, “Like, you mean when I’m not getting fucked, and when I’m, like, not dancing? Hell, yeah. I like, need to keep my figure!”

Her already supple body became even more toned, and her legs became stronger and fitter while her muscles became slightly stronger, as befitting a woman who took care of her body. The mix of exercise both at the gym and at work helped her a lot.

 If you were a girl, what would your new name be?

Harry tilted her head in thought, trying to remember or to even think of a sexy enough name, before she nodded. Neatly she wrote, “Like, my new name is Harley Evans.”

The moment she finished writing, she blinked as all of her - rather admittedly - distant memories of being called Harry Potter just….faded away, though she still remembered her old life even if her recollection was vague.

All she knew was she was called Harley Evans, and she had never been anything else.

 If you were a girl, would you want your girlfriends - Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Fleur Delacour, and Luna Lovegood to be in your new life? 

Harley bit her plump lip again in thought as her once vague memories of her former life returned to her completely, though her memories of her distant real past was too distant for her to make any sense of them though she was more focused on her friends, and her eyes became blank as she thought about it.

Her bimbo mind went over the memories, imagining her friends being out in the real world.

“Like, yeah. Yeah. I, like, want them in my life. They are, like, my BFFs, and they are, like, my age. They are, like, also like me - bimbos with mega titties. I, like, think Hermione would, like, be a totally hawt bimbo slut. Ginny would make a cute bimbo with shiny red hair, and, like, Fleur is, like, already a hot slut, but she would, like, look absolutely hawt as a bimbo. Tonksie is, like, already hot, but as a bimbo, she would, like, be even hotter. Like, Luna, is already a bimbo. Just, like, give her big boobs. Give them nice bodies and, like, big booties like me."

The moment she was finished writing, Harley smiled as she realised she and her BFFs were going to hit the shops soon