A Book on Rituals

Narcissa walked back into the room. "Don't worry Potter, I'm just preparation a ritual to turn you into my sissy. Now that you're listening I'll start," she declares. Harry, not knowing exactly what she's getting ready to do, but still frightened listened as she chanted under her breath in a foreign language.

Harry stood still, worried about what Narcissa would do next. He felt the air change in the bedroom, but was unable to notice anything other than that because his whole body began to feel warm. His eyes, hair, tits, ass, and under his penis felt especially hot compared to the rest of his body.

As he was distracted by the new feeling of his body she levitated a mirror in front of Harry. As he looked at himself, hardly able to recognize himself. Narcissa explains, "See Potter," she gestures towards his new body, "I needed someone who would be the perfect sissy, and someone that I would be able to have easy access to. Your the perfect fit for this role," she ranted to him.

"Now all that I have to do is finish the preparation, and you'll be a sissy ready for action," she told Harry. "Hmmm, what should I use?" she asked herself rhetorically.