Getting help from Dumbledore.

“Well... if we're going to get help...” Hermione started slowly, preparing Ginny and herself for the utmost embarrassment. She had thought about the various possibilities, but there was truly only one option that was superior to the others. “Professor Dumbledore is the best choice.”

“What!” Ginny shouted, before her eyes went wide and she muffled herself.

“Think about it! He's one of the most skilled wizards in the entire world, if anyone could revert this magic it's him!” Hermione countered with gusto. She knew that if they were going to be showing off their naked bodies to someone, it had better be worth it!

“Oh no! No!” Ginny protested, her dark red hair wobbling as she adamantly shook her head. “I am not going to march in to Dumbledore's office totally naked to ask for help!”

“I can't believe we're marching into Dumbledore's office totally naked...” Ginny angrily muttered as the two hesitently strided towards Albus' living quarters. Both girls were mortified to be walking around without clothes, but they knew this was their only chance at returning to normal! “We can never, ever talk about this.”

“Oh please Ginny, did you think I was going to be blabbing my mouth about how I pranced through the school completely starkers and showed my privates to some second-year student?”

“You what?” Ginny's eyebrows flew up in surprise as she looked at her equally naked friend. Hermione blushed furiously as she realized she might have said a bit too much, instead deciding to keep her mouth shut until they reached their destination. Ginny looked straight ahead, her full lips pursed in awkward silence, knowing exactly how Hermione felt. She had unintentionally let her know a little more about her than she wanted...

The trip to get to where they were had been fraught with peril and a lot of potential humiliation. With dinner time ending and most of the students and faculty retiring to their dormitories and rooms, they had nearly been cornered by two huge mobs of classmates. The naked duo had been running through the halls, their slender pale arms barred across their breasts and vaginas when they heard the distinct murmuring of a crowd of students around the corner. With bulging eyes and many expletives, they backtracked in the other direction when they heard a second group of classmates coming from that direction! Surrounded on both sides and with no time to escape, Hermione and Ginny reluctantly squeezed in a dark corner behind a large decorative suit of armor.

They could feel each other's rapid heartbeats as they embraced each other, squeezing tight with their small tits pushing against each other and their young pink slits pressed against one another. They desperately smushed together as they saw the silhouettes of their classmates passing by, just waiting for one perceptive student to suddenly exclaim that there were two naked witches. The situation was made even more uncomfortable as Ginny's small brown nipples hardened, pressing against Hermione's bare skin as she shifted. As her long sexy leg brushed against her red-haired friend's slit, she nearly gasped as she saw her thigh come away wet with juices. Ginny resisted the urge to see her friend's reaction, ashamed of her exhibitionist deviance that was making her so aroused! After what felt like an eternity, the parade of students finally left the halls, allowing the two to leave their intimate hug.

Hermione was inexperienced with delicate topics like this, was she supposed to say something? She could feel the embarrassed heat emanating from her horny friend and from herself after basically tribbing with her for ten minutes! “Um.... Ginny, I-”

“I don't want to talk about it Hermione!”

They had finally reached Dumbledore's office, thankfully without getting spotted by anyone. After ducking and dodging the many occupants of the castle, the nude girls were sweating with fear and excitement. Hermione blushed as she realized Ginny might be a bit more excited than she was! She subtly sneaked a glance and saw her friend was practically dripping!

The threadbare witches stood in front of the sturdy wooden door, their ultimate fate just moments away. It was the moment of truth: could Dumbledore reverse the Nudasimus spell? Or were Hermione and Ginny doomed to a life of permanent nudity? Mustering her courage and the Gryffindor spirit, Hermione's small trembling hand approached the door and knocked...