She released a soft sigh of relief and actually let herself fall back on the floor to look up at the female version of Theodore Nott. "Well, you're much more handsome as a wizard rather than a witch, but that's likely my preference talking. I always thought you were handsome." Geez, was there some veritaserum just floating around in the air now too?
Tracey laughed, not at Theo's discomfort but the situation was rather amusing. "Oh, come on. It's not like I've asked to see all your new bits now. Relax. Take a deep breath. You're going to have to deal with it eventually, in the loo and when you bathe." Oh, she knew full well those weren't acceptable topics either but it had to be said.
"I wish you'd given me a head's up about this. I would have brought you some clothes." She looked at the size and shape of female Theodore. "Some of your things might still fit." Twisting her arms around behind her back, Tracey released the catch on her bra and pulled it out from under the fabric of her shirt. She held it out to Theo like it was a prized possession she was sharing with him. "You're going to need this." After a moment, she really tried not to smile but she added,"If you want me to teach you how to put it on, I'll keep my eyes closed."
She really was having too much fun with this. But her sympathy returned.
"I'm not sure what you can do." Even though she'd said she was closing her journal when she left her flat, Tracey had dragged it along in the back pocket of her jeans. She pulled it out and flipped it open, scanning the page like she would a newspaper. "Oh no." Tracey turned her head and looked up at him. "If it's any consolation, same thing has happened to others." Turning her journal, she let him read.