A change in appearance

Once Harry got his name down on the contract a collar appeared on his throat. Like a dog's collar, a small set of plates were affixed to it by means of a ring near the base of his throat. "Property of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." It proudly proclaimed making Harry smile as he read it. But a moment later the rest of his outfit changed as well.

His robes suddenly flattened against his body, hugging it tightly. His sleeves pulled his arms around his back and then wrapped themselves together trapping his arms in place. Likewise, his robes also wrapped themselves tightly around his legs forcing them together and preventing him from moving. Once he was completely bound up the materials of his robes began to change, shifting from soft cotton to clinging latex. The excess material of his former robes vanished away leaving him in a skintight outfit that showed off every curve and line of his body. More latex then crawled up his neck, over his chin, ears, hair, eyes and the top of his head so only his mouth and the bottom of his nose could be seen. Despite how thin the material seemed to be no light whatsoever could pass through it leaving Harry in utter darkness.

It all felt so smooth to the touch, silky and somehow also rubbery at the same time. The material was warm as well, effortlessly holding off the cold. The sensation was nearly overwhelming, and every errant twitch or subtle shift that Harry made only seemed to make an explosion of sensation wash over him. Harry was squirming in place in seconds, which unfortunately combined with how his legs were bound quickly made him lose his balance and fall over.

The sight of Harry falling quickly snapped Ron and Hermione out of the stupor they had been locked in as they witnessed this bizarre transformation take place. Luckily Ron moved fast enough to catch Harry as he fell. The feeling of his best friend's, no, his new dom's arms wrapped around him set off another explosion of sensation through Harry's body. The latex made his every touch feel just like his own naked flesh was being pressed against his dom, and yet somehow the sensation also seemed to radiate from wherever he was touched to the rest of his flesh around it. Ron had always been a bit larger and stronger than Harry, and advantage of never being starved while growing up. So now Harry felt utterly helpless and completely under Ron's control being held like this. It was wonderful and Harry couldn't hold back the girlish moan that escaped his lips.

"Harry are you alright?" Ron asked mistaking that sound for a cry of pain.

"Never better." Harry said blissfully as he tried to squirm deeper into Ron's arms.

Ron's mouth was left hanging open as he tried to process that. He couldn't imagine that it felt good for him to be trapped in an outfit like this, but he couldn't deny how happy Harry looked in it either. He also couldn't deny that it felt kind of good to be holding Harry like that. He had always thought that Harry was a little cute with how small and slender he was and how his face could light up a room whenever he smiled. And he felt kind of naked in this strange material. It was so thin and clung so tightly. Ron could feel Harry's heart race as he held him along with every twitch of his muscles as he squirmed in his arms. And his traitorous eyes couldn't help but rake over Harry's body.

There was an odd outline he saw around Harry's chest. Ron would've doubted his own eyes, but he couldn't think of anything else that might make such a shape other than a woman's bra. And even underneath that Ron could swear he could make out Harry's nipples and what looked like a pair of bars laying over them or perhaps running through them. The temptation to let his hands wander from their place on Harry's arms over to his chest to confirm what he was seeing was nearly impossible to resist, Ron managed it only through a supreme effort of will.

Hermione had noticed the same sight and was equally dumbfounded by it. Her eyes had also wandered lower despite her normal modesty. Down to Harry's crotch which was also on a virtually open display with how tight the latex covered him. There she saw the outline of another set of very feminine looking under garments. She also saw that Harry had apparently been highly aroused by what was happening to him. Hermione only had a passing familiarity with how a boy's sexual organs worked but she could recognize an erection when she saw one. It looked strangely cute to her. She quickly tore her eyes away as that thought crossed her mind.

"What happened to him?" Ron wondered.

"It must have something to do with that contract." Hermione guessed so she quickly rushed over to the document and started reading through it.

"Here we go." She announced a minute later as she found what she was looking for. "Article seven, clothing rules." She read aloud. "A submissive is only permitted to wear clothing that their dominants have approved of. Any clothing a submissive wears that their dominant has not directly dressed them in will automatically be transformed into the submissive's default outfit. The default outfit can be selected using the submissive's appearance alteration scroll, see article ten submissive transformation rules."

"So, since Harry put on his own school robes today it got changed into this thing?" Ron surmised. "Bloody hell does that mean we have to dress him every day then?"

Both Ron and Hermione began to blush furiously at that thought. The scene danced before their minds of Harry on a bed stark naked waiting for them to manhandle him and **** him to wear whatever they had picked out for him. With the thought of what kind of underwear Harry was currently dressed in fresh in their minds neither could keep themselves from imagining themselves forcing Harry into more clothes meant for girls. Harry in more lingerie, or into a skirt and blouse combo. Hermione even began to picture him in panty hose or stockings as well.

"I don't mind this outfit." Harry piped up. "It feels really good to be all wrapped up like this. Of course, if I was like this then the two of you would have to carry me everywhere."

"Uhhhh...." Ron managed as his mind blanked out on him as he pictured carrying Harry through the school like this.

"Let's see if we have any other options." Hermione said as she flipped through the contract to find the other article it had mentioned. She found it quickly and read through it. "It says we can conjure up a scroll that allows us to apply various transformations to Harry." She summarized then took out her wand and cast the spell. "Volumeni apparentus."

A scroll of golden parchment appeared hovering before her and unrolled itself. On it was an image of Harry in all his latex covered temptation. On the left side next to the image there were various statistics listed out neatly in ordered rows all about him. His size, his body mass index, his age, his sex, his gender, his sexuality, the measurements for his chest, waist and hips, the length and girth of his cock, the average amount of cum he could ejaculate, his cup size, his IQ, the maximum degree to which his ass and colon could stretch and something labeled his sensitivity which was currently set to a hundred percent.

To the right side of his image were a series of labeled check boxes. Arms intact, check. Legs intact, check. Penis, check. Vagina, unchecked. Womb, unchecked. Ovaries, unchecked. Self-lubricating, unchecked. Self-cleaning internal cum excepted, unchecked. Self-cleaning internal all, unchecked. Self-cleaning external cum excepted, unchecked. Self-cleaning external all, unchecked. Bimbo status, unchecked. Impotent, unchecked. Quick shot, unchecked. Size queen, checked. Blind, unchecked. Mute barring safe word, unchecked. Cat boy, unchecked. Furry, unchecked. Scaley, unchecked. Edible, unchecked. Regenerator, unchecked. Immortal, unchecked.

Finally at the top of the scroll was listed Harry's name and the name of his current outfit. Which was apparently "Full gimp suit, unplugged, ungagged." Experimentally Hermione tapped the name of Harry's outfit. This caused an image of a blank mannequin dressed in Harry’s current attire to hover in front of the scroll with the outfit’s name hanging in silver letters above it. With a swish of her wand Hermione began to shift through the possible default outfits she could choose.

Hermione's hope of finding something modest and normal was quickly dashed as she made her first pass through the selection and came back to Harry's current outfit. Almost every outfit she saw was built on a foundation of latex and restraints. There were only three exceptions to this trend. One of which was a completely blank mannequin helpfully labeled "birthday suit." So, nothing at all was one option. The second non latex option would leave Harry in only a set of women's underwear and the third added a set of stockings and shoulder length gloves to the second.

The most modest outfits Hermione could find would leave Harry in a base skin suit of latex with some actual clothes over it. But those were either variations of French maid outfits or cat girl getups. Still, they were much better than the ones with cut outs for his chest and crotch or were built around assless chaps and stripper costumes. And those were better than the ones that left Harry's arms and legs bound up so he would have to crawl around like an animal, or the ones that would insert gags into his mouth or what she could only think were dildos shoved up his ass. Eventually she settled on one called "gimp suit walkies version, ungagged, unplugged."

Once Hermione tapped on that one with her wand Harry's clothing changed immediately. His legs were no longer bound together, his latex hood gained eye holes, and his arms were no longer fused in place but instead held by straps that were buckled down. There was now what could only be called a dog's leash connected to his collar.

"There now he can at least stand up." Hermione proclaimed. Ron helped Harry to his feet then conjured his own scroll determined to see if there was some chance that Hermione might have missed a less embarrassing outfit. Harry leaned into Ron's side as he perused his options. And to Harry's silent delight Ron threw an arm over his shoulder to hold him close, possibly without thinking.

"Oh, I kind of like that one." Harry suggested as Ron passed over the underwear stockings combo.

"You can't be serious." Ron exclaimed.

"Well not now maybe." Harry admitted. "But after we get back to the dorms you could change it to that one and then put a school robe over me. That way only the two of you would ever know what I'm really wearing."

"Are you enjoying this?" Hermione asked, giving Harry an appraising look.

"Well...." Harry hesitated then admitted honestly. "Getting out of the tournament wasn't the only reason I suggested this. After everything that has happened these last few years, and all the responsibility and danger that's been dropped in my lap. I thought it would be really nice to just give up control for a bit. To just be taken care of for a change. And the idea of belonging to someone else, of being their plaything and being completely under their control is really exciting to me. Especially if it's with the two of you. You're both precious to me and I like the thought of you two being able to just do whatever you want with me, because I know you would only ever do good things with me. I'm sorry I just dropped this on the two of you. If it's really freaking you out we can just call it quits here. I don't want either of you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Harry cast his eyes down, already missing the darkness of his hood. He was afraid of what he might see after opening himself up like that. Instinctively he also nuzzled a little bit closer to Ron's side.

Ron and Hermione were exchanging glances with each other. Both of them had always known that Harry had never wanted to be in the limelight, whatever Ron had said these last few days. And both of them knew that he couldn't really like the danger he always seemed to find himself in. And they had sort of suspected that what Harry really wanted was a quiet life surrounded by those he loved. His desire to be owned and controlled was a new one to them and they were a little taken aback by it. But they could see where he was coming from. And they had to admit the thought of being in charge of him did have its own appeal.

Hermione glanced down at that immortal check box. One tap of her wand and all her worries about her first real friend would disappear. Let Voldemort come back, let the ministry go to shit. They'd never again be able to touch him. And she thought back to the events of the previous year when two great wedges had been briefly driven into their friendship. With this contract that could never happen again. The two boys she cared most about in the world would always be hers.

Ron glanced down at Harry. The boy who lived. A hero he had grown up hearing stories about. A hero who for some reason had let Ron Weasley, last son of an often disgraced and mocked family be his closest friend. A hero who wanted to belong to Ron, to be his toy and plaything by his own admission. How many nights these last two years had he gone to sleep afraid of his own growing emotions? That he would say the wrong thing or let his eyes linger too long and muck up the best thing that had ever happened to him. How often had he feared he would go down to the great hall to find Harry hanging out with some more popular kid instead? And now Harry wanted to be his in a way more deep and powerful than anyone would likely ever know.

"Well..." Ron finally spoke up, and Harry lifted his eyes to send an almost pleading look at his closest friend. "It is kind of exciting isn't it? I mean if that's how you really feel we would be a complete pair of birks to throw that away. And I have to admit.... there is a certain appeal to the idea...."

And then Ron's hands started to wander. Harry's face turned scarlet and his breathing grew ragged. Ron's hands inched closer and closer to Harry's tantalizing chest. So exposed. So helpless. So, inviting. Ron shot Hermione one last look. And she nodded to him.

Harry very nearly melted as Ron's hands settled over his chest. Pressing that spreading warmth into his skin. Harry closed his eyes and pressed his body into Ron's grasp. With the awkward slowness of a fellow virgin, Ron's fingers began to trace slow circles around Harry's rapidly hardening nipples. When Harry let out a breathy moan at the stimulation Ron grew bolder. He began to rub, flick and pinch at those little buds as Harry writhed beneath his touch and sang his praises with girlish squeaks and startled moans.

Hermione watched on, her own breath growing more excited, her own nipples growing harder, her heart thundering in her chest. The hair on her arms began to stand at attention as a scene out of her wildest dreams played out before her eyes. She cast a quick glance down at the transformation scroll still unfurled before her. Then she bit her lower lip as her own temptation grew.