Draco Malfoy (dracolucmalfoy) wrote in amesoeurrpg, @ 2013-02-01 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!closed, !!event, !!thread, !player: ashley, !player: jenn, draco malfoy |
Thread: Draco, Theo & Pansy
Who: Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott & Pansy Parkinson
What: GENDER SWAP! The aftermath.
When: PREDATED! Saturday, February 2nd, Late Afternoon.
Where: Hampstead House, London
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete, closed.
Draco had to admit to himself after the first initial freak out, that if one was to be changed into the opposite sex, it being someone like Draco with his raising made the adjustment rather easy. Yes, he wouldn't have been completely hopeless as a female. He was shorter - Merlin how he was short! - at five feet and six inches of height just about, but he had a pleasing figure. His hair was long and wavy, golden just like his mothers. And while his face held classic female beauty, you could still his his father within the structuring as well as the curves... one would never attribute curves being gifted upon the female Blacks of birth.
And he wasn't the only one facing change. Pansy, whom he had drank with the night before, was also changed. As was poor Theo, whom had taken the shock far worse than Draco had. But then Theo was always of a more fragile state of mind.
Currently, after a flurry of activity this morning, the three friends were retired to the main sitting room Draco so favored. The large room with its rich wood tones and the blacks, golds and deep, dark blues was a welcoming oasis of comfort. However, it was softened by the addition of feminine beauty with, for once, outweighed masculine presence.
Upon the large black couch Draco was curled into a corner, the periwinkle dress Pansy had acquired for him tucked around his legs, which in turn were tucked up under him. His wavy blonde hair left to hang loosely about his shoulders, and hidden beneath him his small feet were encased in ballerina-like slippers of the same shade as his dress - which had been his own addition to the ensemble.
In his lap was Theo's head. Or the head of the female Theo had become. He idly ran the fingers of one hand through the darker, more dull, blonde hair. Thankfully Theo was calm now.
"I've kept in contact with the Ministry, and they've assured me the potion is temporary. It seems we are the not only ones effected." He sighed and then frowned a bit. He still was not use to the more feminine sound of his voice - a lilting alto, pleasing, but still odd.