Session 4 continues: 3 taps and he is in.

*His left hand reaches up and cupped the side of the blow dryer. His mind a buzz with all the possibilities that could happen if he stayed, but also with what would happen if he left.*

Taking A deep breath to calm his nerves, and tapped the chairs arm 3 times.

The tapping sound was as loud as a bell ringing inside the hairdryer.

After the third tap he stopped, because his arm could no longer move, neither could the rest of his body as he quickly realized. As the hairdryer seemed to lower over his head more and more until finally rested like a slightly heavy weight on his shoulders.

"There a darling~ oh, you are just going to LOVE~<3 the new you. And don't worry, no matter what path you end up finding yourself on everyone in the world will accept it, this old cabinet of sexual wonders does still have a few tricks. Now let's see the real you honey."

The sweet baritone voice spoke in his head before he started feeling a slight pull on his scalp, like his head wasn't in a hair dryer but a vacuum hose.

All at once memories started playing in his head, Old ones he didn't even remember he had, and with a slight sense of acceptance he could tell that these were genuine memories not implanted:

Like one time when he was 6 and he wondered if the Dursley's might treat him better if he had been born a girl.

Or when he was 8 and a group of girls were sitting on a park bench during recess helping each other try on make up, and that he would be willing to let them put as much makeup as they wanted on him if it meant he could have friends but was to scared to talk to them.

And A few months later having a crush on a transfer student, thinking they were a girl. (A pink shirt ponytail and a book bag with plenty of rainbows and unicorns kinda gave the impression.)

He remembered almost making friends with him. At least until Dudley showed up. One week of focused attention by him and his goons and the new boy quickly changed everything about themselves clothes hair book bag... hanging around with him, all of it just to stop the bullying.

(it was actually the last time he tried to make a friend before Hogwarts)

Then there was the memory at 10 with the confusing crush for the substitute teacher Who had a dazzling smile.

(Oddly Harry realized that was why he initially mistrusted Lockhart right away, because his was a pale obviously fake imitation of the one Mr. Harkness had)

Then after that the memories seem to appear rapid fire and they were less about events, and more about fleeting thoughts.

That guy has nice hair, that one's got a very handsome face, being so happy after a game he almost hugged Oliver.

How for a brief moment when he was given the marauders map he felt he would've kissed the twins.

Anytime he had any kind of stray thought, any errant sexual idea no matter how insignificant no matter how quickly they were brushed away for another thought.

They were all bumped up into the forefront now.

Then other thoughts,

How Hermione looked cute when she's bossy,

How he didn't mind her slight buck teeth, and how he missed that they were now gone.

(He even found her attractive still when she was part cat after that incident with the polyjuice.

Then his fantasys of her replayed in his mind again.

Then there was his thoughts about the three female chasers

How the Patel twins would probably look really good in those stereotypical belly dancer clothes he saw once.

How Ron needed to fuck or GET fucked either one he figured would get him to finally lighten up. Followed by his Fantasies of make Ron his bitch.

Even Malfoy showed up, first his looks, then how his attitude was a huge aversion. Then the surprisingly yet prevalent fantasies, more then he initially thought, involving the blonde surfaced. And the theme of every single one of them made him bite his lip because of a slight tingle of enjoyment.

Draco was never in charge, never on top, and NEVER talking back.

Moaning, begging and pleading for more.

there was even one fantasy brought up that he had completely forgotten about, A wet dream of Draco as a girl, hair similar to Narcissa Malfoy's begging for him to 'knock her up' as he screwed her from behind.

As the sexualy changed fantasies continued, they seemed to start to mix with everything else. Makeing new fantasies,

Dressing as a girl got the Dursley is to leave him alone, and they felt nice.

The girls welcomed him into their little make up group.

The boy being his first kiss.

The substitute giving him head pats and kind affirmations.

Screwing Ron until he was a cum drunk wore begging for forgiveness.

Sucking Fred and George off in the middle of an orgy with the whole Quidditch team.

Malfoy calling him 'Daddy' and begging for his cock.

Moaning like a three Knut wore as Hermione with cat ears a tail and a 11" fuck stick railing his asspussy.

Even the Patel twins pretending to be genies to grant any sexual wish he wants.

The sexual energy of it all made his skin tingle, his nipples harden, and gave him a touchless orgasm.

"Ooh yes~<3"

Harry spoke for the first time in he didn't know how long, his voice echoing in the dark hair dryer, as he felt cum spray from his caged cock like a shotgun, a slight wimped of regret left him only because he realized all that cum was going to waste on the floor.

"Oh my darling. You are such a treat, my first initiate in so very long and he has such potential. So much sexual wants and desires, so much creativity, A willingness to explore and experiment, and most importantly a need. A need to be wanted and loved."

Harry felt a slight shiver as he felt like somebody just hugged him from behind. It didn't even feel like a sexual thing it just felt like a physical contact of... acceptance.

Now he just sat there fighting wanting to cry.

"Well darling, we have both sifted through all of your lost and forgotten memories, and I think it's time I've made a decision... better be..."