Why did it have to be potions?

With the weekend upon him, Harry woke up later than usual. Thankfully, he could get cleaned up in peace as the other boys had already left for the day. A quick shower and change of clothes, panties included, and he was on his way to the armoire to check what he needed for the next session. The walk there was irritating, his chest feeling tight and tender from the constant toying on his nipples, for more reasons than he knew.

Once at the armoire, it only took a minute to flick to the right page and check the next instructions. Remove all your body hair. How was he to do that? He didn't know any ways of removing hair other than a razor, and that wasn't likely to count enough for the toybox. Desperately trying to think of something that worked, Harry just wished that he could have an easy answer handed to him.

A loud bang from behind him, had Harry spinning, nearly crapping himself with fright. Despite having his wand out, there was nothing there to make a noise. Stepping forward to find whoever had made the noise had him almost break his nose tripping over a book that hadn't been there on the way in. Picking himself and the book up, Harry looked at the title, trying to work out why the room had given it to him.

'An easy guide to a more beautiful body.' It sounded promising, so he opened it to read more, only to let out a depressed groan. It was all potions. Harry let out a long sigh as he gave the contents a bleak once over. 'boil cure, muscle relaxer, skin cleanser, hair remover-' Focusing more heavily on the hair removal potion, he skimmed the description quickly, making sure it would be safe for his body. Finding that it was, he skipped to the ingredient list, finding it one that he could do with next to no trouble.

A quick step out of the room for a new configuration and back in had Harry standing in a small potions lab, the book open to the brewing instructions and all the ingredients ready for him. It would be perfect for brewing and Harry could get it over and done with. If he hadn't been under several layers of curses, subtly altering his perceptions and drawing him to... off conclusions, he would have been more careful, checking other sources rather than just taking the first that has appeared.

Never the less, he started his brewing. It would take him most of the weekend, though it was fairly forgiving if he was slightly off in his timing. It took skiving off spending time with his friends, but Harry had successfully brewed the hair removal potion. In his haste to try it, took it to the armoire for privacy, stripping down once inside.

It took several minutes and twisting farther than he thought he could, but his succeeded in coating all of his body in the potion. With minimal nudging from the compulsion, he coated his jaw and face, removing any wisps of beard or moustache. The full body tingling sensation let him know it was working, and he could see the hairs crumbling away as well. Touching his hairless skin felt very erotic, and Harry couldn't help but feel all over himself, rubbing the potion into his skin as he went until it had all soaked in.

Feeling hyper aware of every little breeze on his skin, Harry swiftly stepped over to the manual for the right words, and with a pulse of magic, activated the toys for a third time.