Just A Girl. A Really Hot Girl

Hi, none of this is true, obviously. Just a bit of fun for mine and your enjoyment. I am not making any money from this story.


Chapter 1


“Hey boys, does this skirt look a little short to you?” Harry Potter nervously asked his 6th year dorm mates, finally turning away from the full length mirror to the boys who had been watching him twirl and tug his tiny tartan skirt in front of said mirror for at least 1 hour.

As for the answer to his question, yes, his skirt was to short, much to short, but the boys couldn’t answer him as they were to busy gawking at the boy who looked more hotter than any other girl in Hogwarts. The fact that every time Harry twirled showing off his delicious bubble butt encased in bright, turqoiuse satin panties also had something to do with their lack of speech..

After a few seconds of silence Ron cleared his throat and tried to gather his senses.

'You have a girlfriend Ron, you cannot be watching Harry and picturing your cock sliding between his ridiculously sweet ass.' Ron thought to himself, he then tried to push thoughts of Hermione to the forefront of his mind. He was able to do so, but only for a few seconds before his mind tortured him with images of Harry giving him a lap dance with a very, very happy ending.

Harry turned back to the mirror and continued to twist and turn trying to glimpse every view of himself and remained completely oblivious to the boys and their naughty thoughts. In fact he had no idea that all the male population at Hogwarts had these naughty thoughts when they looked at him.

It all started 3 years ago when he had just come back from his third year at Hogwarts. The Dursley’s, being as nasty as always, made him do all the chores. It was when Harry was doing the laundry that he came across his Aunts panties. They were your ordinary underwear, except they were made of a material that was much softer and smoother than Harry’s rough baggy trunks Dudley had worn previous. Quickly deciding to put them on to see what they felt like, Harry dashed to the laundry door to check if the coast was clear, having done that he then shut the door and kicked off his pants and holey grey underwear. When he was naked and his little cock was begging for a hiding place, he put his legs through the holes and then slowy slid the panties up his legs. The moment the panties settled in placed something clicked within Harry and his new life began.

First he just continued to put his Aunts panties on in the laundry. Growing more confident as the days passed he then put on his first bra. Becoming more daring he would walk around the house in the two items of clothing when his Uncle was at work and his Aunt and cousin were at the shops.

Harry’s foray into women’s clothing grew more when he started wearing his Aunts skirts, blouses and dresses. Of course, the clothes didn’t fit him at first, but after some accidental magic due to Harry really wanting to try on a dress the clothes shrunk to a perfect size for him. At first he was scared because he didn’t know how to turn the clothes back to there proper size but he found that by concentrating hard enough he was able to return things back to normal.

One day when his Aunt and Dudley went out again, Harry did his usual thing of going into his Aunts room and trying on her clothes. It was when he was looking through some draws that he came across some new lingerie. Silk, satin, nylon and lace, it was all there. In the form of bras, panties, baby dolls, stockings and much more. He had gasped with delight and immediately began trying on his new found treasures not even realising that he didn’t even need to shrink anything.

So happy was he that he didn’t hear the front door opening and closing. So happy was he dancing around in some silk yellow panties and matching camisole that he didn’t hear footsteps coming up the stairs as he stared at himself in the mirror. So happy was he that he didn’t notice his Aunt in the doorway as he closed his eyes and made his hair grow, longer and longer until his raven shiny locks reached halfway down his back.

When he opened his eyes back up he was staring at the perfect image of a beautiful girl. Smiling brightly Harry did something that had become a habit of his since he had first tried on a dress and twirled on his toes.

It was then that he finally noticed he wasn’t alone and stared in horror at his Aunt who was looking down at him strangely. Calmly she walked into the room and circled Harry, whose eyes stayed glued to the floor in embarrassment.

“Its about time you found these, I was getting tired of having to re-organise my clothes.” She said making Harry’s head snap up to meet her smiling gaze. His mouth dropped even further as she continued.

“Its amazing how pretty you look Harry, it’s as if you were meant to be a girl.” Then in a move that shocked Harry even further, she got down on her knees and began straightening the straps of the camisole and running her fingers through his long hair as if to comb it. She then leant back and stared into Harry’s eyes.

“What do you feel like when you dress like this Harry?” She asked in a soft caring voice, a voice he had never heard her use with him before. So dumbstruck was he that it took him a little while to answer.

“W-well.” He began with a quite voice. “I don’t know, I guess it just feels right. Its like, when I put your clothes on, I feel pretty and I like the way they make me look.”

“Well, I like the way they make you look to. Hmm, how would you like to be a girl the whole time?” She asked, inside hoping the little boy in front of her would say yes, she knew it was wrong but she always wanted a daughter.

Meanwhile inside Harry’s mind was a whirlwind with thoughts flying everywhere. It was hard to form an answer but as he thought about the question, it was if his mind was giving him the answer through images. They floated by slowly. The first time he put on his Aunts panties. The first time he put on a dress. The feeling of happiness that enveloped him as he stared at himself in the mirror all dressed up. Just as he was about to say yes, he thought about all the people of Hogwarts and the wizarding world and the image they wanted him to be. The thought of their mighty Boy-Who-Lived dancing around in panties and skirts didn’t really seem to be the person they wanted him to be.

Who cares what they want, this is about what I want. Thought Harry as he finally came to his decision.

He threw his arms around his Aunt in euphoria as he squealed quite girlishly.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh please yes Aunt Petunia.” Tears then started to fall from both parties as a line was crossed and dreams were realised. Petunia hugged Harry back gently before a heart stopping thought came to mind and she pulled back to look at Harry.

“What about your school and your friends?”

“If they don’t like me for who I really am than I’ll just come back here and we’ll never talk about the wizarding world again.” Harry said firmly. A heart stopping thought then hit him.

“What about Uncle Vernon, surely he won’t want me in the house now?”

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure about that dear. Once he looks at you in your new clothes, I have a feeling your Uncle might be a lot nicer to you. That goes for all men actually, I don’t know if you realise honey but your absolutely gorgeous.” She then reached her hand down and patted Harry’s butt and said. “It also doesn’t hurt that you have one very cute bottom. Oh yes, the boys will be all over you.” She then smiled as Harry blushed bright red.

“Aunt Petunia!” He screeched, scandalised.

“What, I take it that by wanting to be a girl, that you like things girls like, and girls like boys sweetie… Don’t you?” Petunia said coyly, enjoying her new daughters embarrassment. Harry just grew more red the more his Aunt spoke, when he thought about it, he did think about some boys at school in a naughty way but they would never like him. He was a boy. He looked at his Aunt with sad eyes. Petunia seeing this stopped smiling and began to apologize.

“I’m sorry Harry, I was only teasing.”

“No, its not that Aunt Petunia, I do like boys, but they will never like me.” He said as he dropped his head. Petunia lifted it back up by hooking her finger under her chin and smiled at him.

“You really don’t understand how beautiful you are, do you? Here, come with me.” Petunia then stood up and took Harry by the hand and made him stand in front of the mirror. Pointing at the mirror she said.

“Now, you look at that girl in the mirror and tell me she is not beautiful.” She then bent down and spoke softly in Harry’s ear. “In fact, you look just like your Mother.” Hearing that, Harry turned around and smiled at his Aunt and grabbed onto her hips and gave her a bone crushing hug as he cried into her dress.

And that was how Harry’s journey into womanhood began. It was a bit shaky at first, especially when he came back for his fourth year at Hogwarts and the wizarding world and Hogwarts were outraged at his new appearance, the hubbub didn’t die down for a good year. But gradually people could see that Harry Potter was really just a girl in a boys body. After everyone had become accustomed to the new him, Harry had started to take some potions that would help him look more like a girl. Nothing to drastic, but so far he had taken a potion to make his hips more curvy, a potion to make all the hair but the ones on his head disappear, a potion to correct his eye sight, a potion to alter his voice, giving it a more girlish lilt and even a potion to make his butt a bit more prominent. It was the latter potion that made every boy at Hogwarts thankful that he had chosen to become a girl.

Now, back to present day and time, Harry continued to check every inch of himself in the mirror. For today, was a very important day.

Today, Harry Potter was going to be doing his first photo shoot. Witch Weekly had sent him a letter last month about doing a photo shoot and giving an interview and after much discussion with his Aunt, friends and Professor Dumbledore he had decided to do it.

The hard part was deciding what to wear to the interview, finally he had come to the decision to wear his school uniform, albeit, a sexier version. Hence his dilemma with his short skirt. Other than that he was wearing some knee high white socks, a white t-shirt that was tied in a knot just below his chest showing off a very tight smooth stomach as well as a bra that matched his panties. For his hair he just put a head band in to hold his long flowing locks back. Turning away from the mirror again he looked at the clock on the wall and decided it was time he was going.

“Right, well, I guess I’ll be going now. Wish me luck.” Harry said breathlessly. He looked at all of his dorm mates and thought back to the time when after he had come back at fourth year much different and Professor Dumbledore had given him the choice to move to the girls dorm. He had decided to stay with the boys he had grown up though for two reasons. One, he had spent so much time with them and they were his closest friends and two, becoming a new person, he wanted to check out the boys as much as he could and he had certainly done a lot of that. The boys were happy about the arrangement as well. Especially at night time when they would catch a glimpse of Harry in his favourite green baby doll before he jumped into bed.

Harry began walking towards the door with choruses of mumbled “Good lucks” following him but as his hand touched the door handle he noticed that he wasn’t wearing any shoes and quickly trotted back to his bed where his black 3 inch heels were sitting at the foot of his bed. Bending down from the hips, making his skirt rise up, he picked up his heels making 4 teenage boys groan as they cummed in their pants whilst staring at Harry’s exposed pantied ass. Slipping his heels on, Harry rushed back to the door, his bottom jiggling the whole way making the boys groan again and headed towards the front gates where his Godfather, Sirius would be waiting for him to take him to the Witch Weekly office.

He didn’t even realise it was his fault he’d left the boys with a big mess to clean up.