A Condom

Luna waves her wand over the slumbering tomboy, “Condunus Mutus!” With those simple words, Luna sits back to watch Ginny change. The transformation is rapid, but a persistent eye like Luna’s can spot Ginny’s body flattening to the height of a graham cracker, before compressing down to an inch-wide square of supple pink flesh. Her distorted features blend together until her warped flesh is smooth and flat. Her hair billows around her scrunched body and takes on a foiled sheen as it melts into a smooth wrapper which envelops her completely. She falls to the sheets lightly, the only sound of her total reconstitution a soft thump and some light crinkling.

Luna stuffs a few fingers between her thighs to staunch her dripping. She stoops and reaches out, plucking Ginny’s tiny new form from the bedsheets with her juice-stained fingers. Turning Ginny over to inspect her, Luna notes the seamless wrapping paper, bright red like her hair was, and the thinly etched outline of a galloping horse printed plainly across the face of it.