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Dazed, Harry couldn't help but blush at the unexpected compliment from the mirror. "Oh, but what an unfortunate marking you have. Lucky for you I have just the thing to help."

Reaching back into the trunk, Harry picked up what he knew to be the right jar, easily opening it and looking in at the skin coloured ooze. As he closed his eyes, he felt something wet splash onto his face, quickly coating it and prickling at his skin. Letting a small moan out at the way his face tingled, the potion sank in, clearing away anything it was spelled to see as an imperfection, like his scar, as well as slightly reshaping his face to bemore feminine.

Holding still, both in surprise at the noise he had made, as well as from the compulsions, he felt several things tickling at his face, as brushes layered powders and paints all over it. He could barely keep up with what was going on, loosing himself to the sensations of the brushes, across his cheeks, along his eyelid, around his mouth, down his neck, it felt endless to him.

"Well aren't you a sight to behold now, Darling. Come and see for yourself."

Looking into the mirror, a beautiful stranger looked back at him. It was only the fact that his hair looked the same that gave away that it was him. He raised a hand to his face, lightly touching his cheek. Their skin was smooth, with an almost bronze glow to it. Their eyes were outlined in black, making the green irises brighter and the gold dusting their eyelids shimmer.

But he was drawn to the lips the most. Bright red, glittery and wet looking. Just looking at the lips in the mirror made something churn in his gut, his nub of a penis stirring as best it could. He watched as the sultry figure started sucking on their finger, eyes beging him to replace it with something bigger.

"Now, now, don't get carried away just yet. You still need to get dressed." Startled, Harry turned away, back to the trunk, the compulsions dragging him away to look for an outfit.