Bestow a Package

Hermione gazes fondly upon her cherubic baby self, and contemplates her plan. For as long as she could remember, she envied boys. She had little in the way of sex Ed in her younger years, but she had craved every morsel of information she could glean on the subject of male genitalia. She longed for the caress of a meaty rod in her grasp, the tug of a soft hand against her flesh, the sopping wetness of plunging into another’s womb. She wanted floppy balls and a throbbing member, a veritable masthead buried in her underwear, she wanted to dominate the other girls.

She had made up her mind long ago to give herself that prize when she had the chance, but she wanted more than just the rest of her life to grow accustomed to a new, foreign limb. She wanted to be born with it, so that when the time came to use it she would know what to do with it.

Hermione poises her wand above little-Hermione, and whispers the spell, “Futaru Maximus!” There is a blink of light, and her baby self startles and yawns, confused and uncomprehending the life-changing alteration she has just received.