Final touches

“My dear, you almost look ready to be ravished. It just need one more thing.”

As Harry turned to look at the mirror, he was hit in the face by a bright purple spell making him squeal in surprise. As he blinked the spots out of his eyes, he saw an extremely beautiful young woman looking back at him, long black curls framing the face of a succubus. It was only as he lifted his hand to fix his glasses that he realised that the woman was him. As he watched his glasses morphed into a new set, much more feminine in look.

“Now you look ready, right on time for your gentleman caller.”

As if waiting for this, a new figure appeared in the mirror. With a ripple, they stepped out, the glass rippling as they did. They were everything that Harry had wished he was once. Tall and muscular, a monument to masculinity. As his eyes went lower, following the statuesque muscles, he couldn't help but gasp at the thick rod of meat barely held back by their boxers. Mouth watering, Harry took a shaky step forward towards them.