Not even an option.

And what a comfortable bed is was. Much better than any muggle mattress Harry had ever experienced, which was more then one would expect. The Dursleys had taken to using a large furniture store as a free daycare for Harry one summer, dumping him there whenever they'd needed to do any shopping as a family in the city. The manager had unfortunately started to cotton on to what was happening around the fourth occasion and waited with Harry until the Dursleys returned.

Vernon had decided after that the risk of leaving Harry home alone with all their valuables was preferable to dealing with such pointed questions in public.

But anyways, perhaps wizards simply knew how to put together a better mattress. With built in cushioning charms, no doubt. Either way, it was comfortable and Harry was tired.

Tired enough that she couldn't be bothered to change into his pajamas or even to lay in bed properly. Just exist there, flopped over the foot of the bed and on top of the covers with legs hanging over the side, waiting to slip away into the gentle embrace of slumber.

...

...

...

Which wasn't happening. The minutes ticked by without any progress, leaving her frustratingly stuck in a sort of half sleep. Harry shifted and rolled, this way and that, trying to see if getting comfortable enough would finally bring about lights out, which it didn't.

"Alright. What is going on?" Harry groggily opened her eyes to stare up at a blurry ceiling. "I'm tired. I'm warm. I'm comfortable. Not hungry, thirsty, or need to use the pot. I'm at anywhere but the Dursleys. That should be enough for a good nights rest in of itself! It's not like I even need to get rid of a bo... ner."

Harry blinked, focusing. Slowly, she brought her hands up to her face and let out a frustrated groan as she ran them down over it. Of course she was too aroused to sleep! She'd just had the most intense - and only - make out session of his life. With an attractive, older witch no less! If she was still a he, he'd probably be sporting a hard on iron could be pounded on. But... That was the snag, wasn't it? An erection was the centerpiece of sexual excitement for boys, what Harry had been up till a few hours ago. All the other good feelings that went with being hot and bothered were built around that.

Now, lacking that equipment, her mind had slipped right over the obvious. Two plus two might be easy maths, but even Hermione couldn't answer the question if she didn't realize she'd even been asked it. Well, unless some outside **** made it obvious, like a certain sexy maid had.

Harry smirked at that thought. This would make for a hell of a story to tell back in Gryffindor tower. The boys dormitory, specifically. She could imagine just the reaction Hermione and Ginny would have if they ever caught wind of this. And speaking of Gryffindors having fun, maybe she could take what was left of the potion and pass it on to Fred and George. They'd have a field day with it.

With great effort, Harry dragged herself out of the warm bed and glanced around the room. There in the corner was full length mirror around the size of the one back in his room at Privet Drive, though this one was on its own purpose built stand rather then needing to be hung off the back of a door.

Walking over in front of it, Harry had the too-large sweatshirt pulled up just far enough to reveal a hint of her breasts when a thought made her pause.

"Are you a talking mirror? Alive or whatever?" She gave her reflection a hard look. He'd tried letting off some steam in the privacy of a room here in the Cauldron a few years back and had gotten a howler like talking to from a dresser mirror. He'd been paranoid about wanking near anything magical ever since.

Thankfully however, this mirror remained silent, either by being mundane or through better judgement. Harry shook her head and went on undressing. She was the same as she was before, surprise-surprise. A girl the likes of which the boys back at Hogwarts would fight over given the chance - such as Daphne Greengrass or Cho Chang - but not one that had quite yet hit her reproductive prime, like Fleur or Tonks.

For a moment, Harry wasn't sure what to do. Taking care of a business as a guy was a pretty straightforward affair, all things considered. Stroke it slow. Stroke it fast. Done. Girls were suppose to be more complicated then that... Right?

Mentally shrugging, Harry tentatively took hold of her breasts. Good a place to start as any. The milk white skin held a lingering flush and felt delightfully warm in hand. And while the nipples seemed only halfhearted present - practically begging to be brought back to attention - she held off. The polyjuice potion had been in effect for far longer then expected, leaving her thinking it might still last for a while yet. So, if Harry was going to do this, she wanted to get full experience, rather then mindlessly rush through it.

They were soft, yet not. A tangible firmness that kept her from calling them 'just fat.' A strangeness to them that she wasn't familiar with enough yet to properly describe. Heck, that went for this whole experience! These were the first breast his hands had ever touched and the first hands that had ever touched her breasts. Harry didn't know if she should focus on the satisfying fullness in her hands or on the delicate digits that were groping her surprisingly sensitive mounds, teasing her with the self inflicted denial of her increasingly needy nipples.

Harry felt her thighs rub together in an instinctual shifting of her hips. She wasn't sure what it was suppose to accomplish, but it felt right. The ravenette swallowed, green eyes switching indecisively between looking down on herself or watching her reflection. On one hand, the reflection was like her own personal porno. One she could control to do whatever she wanted. But on the other hand, there was just something so lewd in seeing the action happen from a girls point of view.

Did this count as masturbating to herself? Harry couldn't help but grin at the ridiculousness of it all. This would never have happened as a guy. Wouldn't have ever even thought of it in the first place. But now? Why not do it? It was a show and the act wrapped together as one. A chuckle slipped past her lips as she caved in, letting her hands move from the receptive undersides of her breasts up to the neglected focus points.

Taking the hard nubs between her fingers, Harry gave them an experimental pinch and immediately let slip an effeminate gasp of surprise as a shock of pleasure and pain shot down her spine. It made her stomach muscles twitch and left her knees feeling wobbly.

"Bloody Hell!" She cursed breathlessly, standing frozen in place as she took a moment to regain her wits.

Gingerly this time, Harry focused on only one of her breasts, rubbing the nipple with a pointer finger. Little shocks of pleasure radiated out from the hard nub and into her breasts, sending ripples into what felt like her whole body. It was good, too good to only do one. Harry bit her lip as both received attention, strengthening the tingling warmth spreading down her belly.

She fought to keep a clear head, to pay attention to what was happening and commit it to memory. There was a pulsating going on near the top of her slit, the nub there throbbing in time with her heartbeat. Even without it being touched, she could already tell it was sensitive. Responsive just the cool room air around it. Compact, as if all the nerves in the head of his penis hadn't been shrunk, but stuffed into a much smaller container.

Kinda the same with how her nipples were right now.

...

As in them being much more sensitive then before, not in them being like mini-penis heads.

Harry's lips thinned some at the stupid thought ruining the mood a little.

The young woman gave her nips a punishing squeeze and was rewarded with a shudder of pleasure. It served its purpose, getting her mind back on track to paying attention this wonderfully girly body and what it was feeling. Like the funny empty feeling that was creeping in to existence down in her pelvis. Looking at her reflection, Harry tried to get a complete view at her brand new pussy, though without much success.

Oh, she could see the outside bits. The... clit? She could see what she thought was called a clit, along with slit well enough. Both were flushed a rich pink, while the lips were clearly wet. Reaching down, the ravenette slowly ran a finger up and down the soft folds, spreading the juices evenly over the needy, still closed pussy. Little bite sized shocks of pleasure made her squirm, the unintentional teasing maddening in how it fed the empty, needing to be filled sensation within.

She wanted to push her finger in and discover what it felt like inside, but she wanted to see it fully too! Harry clenched her teeth in frustration, determined to learn everything she could while she could, but slowly wanting more and more to give in to desire and let loose.

Harry looked around the room for a solution to her problem. Maybe she could bring a chair over? Wouldn't be the most comfortable position, but she could sit on the edge and lean back. That would let get a good look at her new set up. Green eyes flicked over to the bed. Or...

A minute later, Harry leaned back onto the small pile of pillows, legs hanging over the edge of the bed and spread apart, her reflection in the mirror that had been moved up to the side of the bed copying her actions and exposing herself fully. Harry stared in wonder at the lewd sight, his glasses back on her nose, as she slowly resumed running the fingers of one hand up and down the vulva while the other gave her clit an uncertain rub.

A thunderclap of pleasure drove both air and thought from her. It took a moment for Harry to remember to breath, and she filled her lungs with a gasp. Had she just had her first orgasm? So quickly?! That... that couldn't be right. No, it wasn't. There was still that need for release, one she'd felt often enough as a guy. It wasn't quite the same, but was still close enough to recognize.

So that hadn't even been an orgasm, and it already felt that good? Girls were amazing.

The ravenette gingerly began rubbing the dangerously sensitive nub again. Her legs shivered and her stomach muscles clenched at the pleasure hit again. But she was ready for it this time and rode the overwhelming sensation out until she got used to it. Unable to resist any longer, her other hand slipped a single, slim digit into her pussy.

Hot. Hot, wet, and tight. Instincts she didn't know she had clenched muscles she'd never felt, as if in attempt to push the invading finger back out. But so well lubricated, it was all to easy go slide further in. She was officially inside herself. It was bizarre and amazing at the same time. And it only got better when those instincts continued their work, making the finger move in and out, in and out.

Sopping wet by now, the movement made lewd little sucking noises that mixed with strangled moans and gasps she struggled to contain. More and more the pleasure built, driving out the uncertainty that had slowed her exploration and pushing Harry to ramp up her efforts. Her left hand attacked her clit, rubbing, pinching, and tweaking the little bundle of nerves with inexperienced fervor. Her right had a second finger join the first, pushing them both in to the knuckle before drawing them back to repeat the process, faster and faster until she was practically fucking herself in what was becoming a full body experience. Her moderately full breasts shook and quivered as her hips pushed up to meet every thrust of her hand.

Harry's teeth clenched as she tried to stop the wanton moans, her watering eyes unable to look away from the erotic display in the mirror. But she wasn't in control anymore, a passenger on the ride through heavenly hell, only able to play witness as a beautiful girl with wild raven hair and deep green eyes fucking herself to oblivion. Her nipples felt diamond hard, all but screaming for the attention of hands that couldn't remove themselves from the raging inferno of pleasure spreading like wildfire from her cunt. A drop of girl-juice managed to be flicked onto the mirror, drawing her gaze with how it landed right between her reflections eyes.

It brought focus, just enough for Harry to lock eyes with the young woman in the mirror. Her expression of lust, tears running down her cheeks in torturous need to be fucked, to be claimed, to be bred was the final trigger.

An explosion of ecstasy made Harry's eyes roll back as her mouth opened to let out a wail, girlishly wide hips lurching, legs quivering, tits trembling. Back arched as fingers thrust deep as they could one last time, a gush of girl-cum drooled out of her cunt, down her fleshy ass cheeks to dribble onto the blanket covering the bed.

For a brief moment, she held the pose like some like a statue dedicated to the human drive to reproduce, not even breathing as she trembled.

Then she collapsed, out like a light.