Ginny Transformation

Hermione paused for a moment, staring in spite of herself at this sight yet un-beheld. She cleared her throat. "Now Ginny, I think for the maximal effect, you'll need to change shapes. Don't worry -- you'll still feel everything just the same. What do you think. Fleur? or Cho?" "Cho," Harry said involuntarily, twinging at the memory of their Valentine's day disaster." A subtle hint of knowing distaste crossed Hermione's face. "Of course. Cho it is." She lifted her wand. "Transformus Labias Corpus," she incanted.

A blur passed over the lens of reality, and as Harry blinked, Professor McGonagall stood in front of them. "Yaaagh!" he blurted.

"Aaaaaa!" yelled the others in unison.

"Sorry," muttered Hermione, leafing through her spell book. "Let me try again... Transformus Corpus Vulvus!" A blur passed over the lens of reality, and as Harry blinked, his dream had come true -- Cho stood in front of him, wearing nothing but her shorts. "Cho," he said. She grinned. "Ah, much better," said Hermione. "Myrtle," said Ginny-Cho, "you look as though you had seen a ghost!"

"I AM a ghost," she muttered irritably. "Hmph." As she shook herself, shivering with anticipation, her Victorian dress transfigured into a black Victorian undergarment, dangling stringily on her thin smooth pale innocent body with filmy black beautiful frills. She pushed her glasses up her cute little nose, and brushed the tip of the black cucumber against the soft gentle folds between her legs. "unh," she sai softly.