Harold Cruette and the surprising spell

Transfiguration was never Harold Cruette’s favourite subject at Hogwarts. Not that he found it difficult just that turning rats into cats and cups into teapots was rather boring. He kept pushing to try more advanced transformations like turning a person into an animal or even an object. Of course Professor McGonagall would have none of it, sternly reminding him that those kinds of spells were strictly against the rules not to mention extremely difficult to master.

It seemed ridiculous to Harold, in just a few months he would be graduating and he’d be free to do whatever magic he wanted, it seemed silly to be bound by the schools archaic rules. Harold however was not the type to shrink from a challenge so he nodded politely, completed his assignments and then wasted no time in throwing himself into some extracurricular research. He searched through the schools huge library of ancient lore finding many fascinating spells and snippets of information. All of it very interesting and certainly helpful for his grades but none of the transfiguration spells he found really seemed challenging enough.

Until one day as he was leafing through a dog eared copy of Janus Mungo’s On the mutability of form he came across a scrap of parchment with a hand written spell on it. The spell’s incantation was long and complex and the accompany wand gestures seemed to require a great deal of precision but Harold was confident he would be able to handle it. What was most puzzlingly was that there was no description of the spells effect just a note saying “Wow amazing have to try this”. Clearly the only way Harold was going to learn what the spell did was by mastering it himself.

He spent all his free time for  the next week studying the spell, learning the correct pronunciations for the incantation and practicing the wand gestures until he felt confident enough to try it. He found himself an empty corner of the castle and gathered his concentration. Trying to control his nervousness he spoke the incantation trying to sound clear and confident the way he hand been taught. His wand traced a complex sigil in the air and then…. nothing, not so much as a spark. Again he tried and again he failed. Five, ten, twenty more attempts with no results. With a frustrated growl kicked at a loose stone annoyed at himself for wasting so much time on what was clearly just some sort of prank. He glanced out the window at the setting sun, he had to get back to his dormitory soon or risk breaking curfew he had time for  on one last attempt then he would forget about the whole thing.

He rechecked his notes for the hundredth time then went through the motions of the spell not expecting anything to happen but as he completed his incantation this time he was startled by a sudden surge of magical energy. Pink sparks flew from the end of his wand and his robes billowed as if blown by an invisible wind. Harold gasped as he felt his body change, his flesh shifting and flowing, shrinking in some places and expanding in others. His coppery hair grew down past his shoulders as a he lost several inches in height. He adjusted his stance as his center of gravity shifted and his suddenly wider hips reconfigured themselves. He watched a as two unmistakably female mounds grew on his chest and groaned in a high feminine voice as he felt the last trace of his masculinity  vanish from between his legs. The transformation finally over he hurried shrugged off his now baggy robes to look down at his new body his eyes confirming what his other senses were already telling him, he was a girl!

A very pretty girl at that, his skin soft and smooth, his figure slim but with just enough curve to it to avoid being boyish.

He could hardly believe it he hadn’t known what to expect from the mysterious spell but this certainly wasn’t it. He cursed himself for being so reckless, thinking that he is going to get in so much trouble for this not to mention how his friends will react when they find out he had turned himself into a girl. He groaned at that thought, oh he is never going to live that that down. He brandished his wand wondering if there is some way to change back before he was discovered but he knew that the spell will probably dissipate on it’s own in a few hours and that trying to hurry it was probably dangerous. He twirled the wand in his hand thinking that perhaps there was still a way to avoid the embarrassment of being discovered, perhaps he could disguise himself with an illusion or seal the door to the room he is in with a ward but as he tried to think he found himself increasingly distracted by the cool breeze blowing over his bare skin. He could feel his new nipples hardening and a strange insistent tingling spreading from between his legs. Cautiously he touched his new body as all thoughts of not getting into trouble for his unauthorised experiment faded away. Instead all he could think of was how good he felt right now and all the interesting new uses he could put  his wand to.