No. Onward to the next day

Gemma woke from her bed on the second floor of Grimmauld Place in a state of confusion. The young black haired witch stretched her nubile body as she got out of bed.

The events of yesterday slowly came back to her and she shook off her morning grogginess. She made her way down the hall and towards the bathroom where she saw her messy bedhead.

"Whether I'm a guy or a girl my hair always looks like I've just been shagged." Gemma chuckled to herself.

'What would it be like...to be shagged...' Gemma thought as she washed her face.

Quickly she shook her head no.

'I'm a guy and I'm straight!' Gemma quickly told herself.

As if her mind was working against her, she quickly remembered the other events of yesterday, touching herself on her bed then again in the bath.

She started to feel a tingling sensation in her body that was she knew from yesterday was arousal.

'Well of course that was hot, what guy wouldn't get off to that?'

Gemma looked in the mirror as if to confirm it to herself. She was definitely a pretty witch. Long black hair and a nice fit body. She wasn't sure exactly how big her breasts were, they weren't massive, but they had some weight to them. They were nice and perky too.

Her tits weren't her only best assets either. She turned around and poked out her butt towards the mirror. Even with shorts on, she could see the definition of her ass. Her ass wasn't fat, but it was definitely wasn't a flat ass either.

All in all her new body would definitely be considered a high 9 or even a 10. In her old body she would be dying for a chance to fuck this new body. In fact Gemma thought lots of wizards would be dying for a chance to fuck her.

'Like that would ever happen.' Gemma chuckled to herself as she finished up in the bathroom. She headed down the stairs towards the kitchen where she smelled breakfast being cooked.

"Mistress," the small house-elf started, "Kreacher is almost finished with breakfast please wait in the dining room."

"Kreacher I don't need to eat in the dining room I can just sit here at the table," Gemma said trying to make it easier on the elf.

"NO!" Kreacher shouted, "Mistress this is the servants table you must eat in the dining room!"

"A-alright Kreacher," Gemma agreed as she slowly shook her head at the elf's antics.

Kreacher's cooking was definitely better than his cleaning Gemma thought. The house was still somewhat dusty, but this house-elf could at least cook. There before her was a large plate of eggs, sausage, and toast.

Gemma definitely had to admit, even though she was girl, even though her old life was probably over, a lot of stuff had definitely gotten better. No more living with the Durselys, no more chores, good food, peace and quiet in her own house.

As Gemma slowly finished breakfast she was getting more and more used to the idea that this might be okay, that her new life might be good. Just as she finished off the last of the orange juice a loud crack signaled somebody had arrived.