Who: George Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt (or Romilda and William) What: George testing out his polyjuice when Kings comes home. When: Wednesday night. Where: HQ Warnings: Ohgosh. Possible sex. AWKWARDNESS.
George had received plenty of hair from Romilda and decided to test it out for good measure before he used it for real on Thursday. He had a plan then, but now he just wanted to...see what it would be like. To give himself time.
The polyjuice was tough to get down. It was disgusting and he almost threw up, but he held everything in as he began to change. He shortened considerably, limbs shrinking and body compacting in a way he didn't think possible. He was so much smaller now, as a girl. His hair wasn't much longer, but he could feel the curves, the lack of something between his legs, and the awkward bumps on his chest. Except, they were drowning in his shirt.
Crap, he forgot about clothes - his were obviously too big for a girl of Romilda's size and were practically falling off. He grumbled at this since none of his clothes would fit her, leaving him with two choices: Lily or Alice.
George picked Lily in the end, since he'd had more serious things with Alice, seeing as his sister was dating her son and all. A few minutes had gone by and he was digging through her underwear, trying to find a bra and some knickers that were just the right size. None fit quite right and the drawer was left in disarray but eventually he found some lacey red things that weren't too bad. The bra was bloody difficult to get on and he found himself fondling his - her - breasts from time to time, enjoying the feeling.
He found a v-neck shirt and jeans that were loose around the hips as well and put those on to have her - him - completely dressed. Then he looked in the mirror. He was bloody cute! Very pretty. He nodded in satisfaction and started to walk off when he realized how awkward he was. George wasn't meant to be a short, tiny girl. He walked too masculine, did things in a manly way that made her look like a complete tomboy. Shite, he could barely even walk in this body. She moved differently and took less effort.
George was testing boundaries, walking around the empty house as Romi, pacing in the living room and trying out new positions. He could never put his legs over his head while lying down before!