Harry runs to Bob to get a diagnosis.

I let out a huff, one that came out way too high pitched for my tastes, and rose from my relaxation. The book I was reading stayed on the couch, for later consumption, and I did my best to think about baseball and old grandma's rather than the jiggling my chest and backside were doing as I climbed down the trapdoor back to the lab. Bob the Skull didn't react at all, which was good considering I didn't look like myself, but in a breathy voice I snapped, "Bob you bonehead, wake up! Not dangerous my ass!"

"And what a sweet one it is, Harry," the spirit of intellect replied as his eyelights lit up once again, focusing lecherously at my new form. "A complete transfiguration into a different human body, fascinating. Was it on accident, or were you secretly more feminine than you ever let me know?"

Anger flared through me and before I could stop myself I reached out with one hand and shouted "Forzare!" A blast of pure kinetic energy shattered a mug filled with pencils sitting just next to Bob, and I hoped he understood exactly where the line was with me at that moment. Setting my dainty jaw tightly, I grumbled, "I don't have any mirrors, Bob, so tell me what the damages are."

A cough came from the skull, which was pretty weird considering he didn't have lungs, and after a few seconds of looking at me he said, "You're jailbait, Harry. You've got bodacious boobs, a thick ass, a gorgeous face, and it's clear to anyone looking at you that you aren't legal yet. Though I don't think most men will care." The thought of a man looking at me, getting hard with desire for my feminine form, came out of nowhere and to my surprise is felt good. Like being told you're a sex god kind of good. "What exactly were you thinking about when this happened?"

I thought about that, doing my best to shove any obtrusive, non-Harry thoughts into a box labeled "DO NOT OPEN", and realized something. "I was putting off doing any experiments to relax and enjoy myself. I consciously knew I was putting off something necessary, and for a second I thought about Molly...that can't be it, can it?"

"I told you, Harry, I've got no clue. Leave the coins with me and I'll do my best to figure out what's going on. In the mean time, do whatever you want. This is a chance to see how the other half lives, boss."