Considerations (Gender Swapping and more route)

Harry's mind raced with the potential useages - and misuseages - of this power. Speaking only the truth made things simultaneously easy and hard - Easy to live life as he wished, free of the war with Voldemort and even, perhaps, his family back.

Harry's heart leapt a little as the Hermione-like voice in his head carried on with it's listing. He sighed out of his nose, and smiled at Hermione - Before he did anything, he might as well fiddle with his first test-subject.

"Hermonie, you really dislike Rita Skeeter." After the statement, he paused for a moment to pick his statement carefully - His word was truth, after all.

"Your hair is ash-blonde, and reaches the small of your back." And, almost as if she'd drunk a polyjuice potion, Hermione Granger's hair took on a silvery-grey hue and tumbled down her robes to near her waist. Harry grinned, before carrying on with the changes.

"You are the smartest witch of our generation, but you know the benefits of relaxation and rarely overwork yourself." As he said this, and his new truth was made reality, Hermione's posture visibly loosened up, and her expression was a little more cheerful - Harry could even swear that her breasts, waist, and butt swelled a little in size. The Boy Who Lived's grin widened, and he spoke once more, uttering a command for Hermione Mk2.