Her heels didn’t fit. That was the most irksome on having woken to found herself wearing the wrong body; it wasn’t a fun joke by any means but the height was nice though it had taken some getting used to not having to balance her breasts or worry about panty lines in the neat, crisp shirt and trousers she’d been leant. Her feet were bare, not ready yet to brave the fashionable but still undeniable male shoes tucked under the couch.
“I can only assume this is a Gryffindors idea of a joke gone horribly wrong. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Broomsticks suffers as a result of this little debacle.” Sitting down on one of the couches, Pansy crossed her legs one over the other which was made difficult by the presence of larger, heavier..hairier thighs. Still. Old habits died hard and even if she did look like Thaddeus, she didn’t have to act like him.
Wrinkling a nose not her own, Pansy reached for her wand and cast a small spell to send a fan of sparks into the air in brightly coloured streaks. “At least our magic still works so we’re still us.” It was damned inconvenient and she was just lucky that it had happened on a weekend though there had still been the ‘floo of shame’ when she’d run the gamut from her room to the floo. The biddies she lived with believed she’d had a man over.
That was a spanner in the works.
“Theo darling,” voice as soft as she could make it as her eyes dipped down to take in the sight of their mutual friend. “Would you like a bit of Honeydukes? I brought a bar with me.” In the handbag at her feet, crammed with what she needed to get through the day because there was no way she was going to fill her pockets like a savage.