Severus Snape (ensnared_senses) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2008-04-20 17:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, remus, severus |
Changing and Rearranging
Characters: Remus, Severus
Summary: Severus needs to make a serious change so he can participate in a Muggle charity fashion show.
Severus stood in his dressing gown in front of a full length mirror, feeling a twinge of trepidation over what he was about to do. He had been invited to participate in a charity fashion show as one of the runway models. Or rather, Serena Blythe had been invited, and Severus had been both pleased and flattered enough consider the idea because he liked the idea of dressing up in high fashion and parading down the runway, and it was for a good cause to boot. Once he had spared a moment to be astonished that Celestra's prediction had come true after all, he'd turned his attention to figuring out how he could accept without giving away his secret.
The solution was simple: he needed to become a woman. The means of affecting the solution, however, was more problematic. Polyjuice potion was out of the question because he needed to look like himself, not like someone else, thus he had begun poring over every text in their library and had even dragged Serenus into it in case there was an Alchemical means of producing the effect he needed.
He and Serenus had found an obscure spell that allowed one gender to transform into another, a spell that was part Alchemy and part Transfiguration; Serenus had taught him the Alchemical part, and the Transfiguration angle was easy enough. The only thing that troubled him was whether it would work given how unstable magic had been of late. Thus he had decided to practice prior to accepting the invitation to make certain he could perform the spell without mishap.
From his position on the bed, Remus watched Severus, feeling a bit of trepidation himself at what Severus planned to do. It wasn't that he was worried the spell wouldn't work... he was almost as worried that it would, and he felt strangely torn about the whole thought of Severus as a woman. Certainly Severus dressed as one often enough, and Remus even enjoyed the sight of his mate looking androgynous, dolled up in his finery like some haughty diva. Perhaps that didn't bother him because he knew it was an illusion, but this... well, this would be quite real, and part of him felt quite alarmed at the prospect.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, fretting and trying not to let it show. "You don't have to, you know. It was an honor to be asked, I know, but... well." He shrugged and bit his lip.
Severus glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "It's for charity," he said. "Besides, it's only temporary. As soon as the fashion show is over, I'll change back to my normal self." He leered playfully at Remus. "My normal, well-endowed self."
Remus mustered a half-smile for that, but then it faded again. He rose to his feet, crossing to stand just behind Severus, peeking around Severus' shoulder into the mirror. "Don't you think it will be... weird?" he asked, sliding one hand around Severus' waist to his stomach, then caressing it down the silk of Severus' robe, skimming naughty areas playfully. "I mean literal emasculation? It seems a bit, er, extreme, don't you think?"
Shivering, Severus leaned back against Remus. "Perhaps, but I can't risk the Muggles finding out Serena Blythe isn't what she appears to be," he replied. "And I would like to participate in this show. It sounds enjoyable, and..." He shrugged, his expression slightly sheepish. "I rather like the idea of being a model. That they want me to be a model is appealing, especially after being called unattractive all my life."
"Anyone who called you unattractive was a complete idiot!" Remus said indignantly. He sighed, leaning his forehead against Severus' shoulder for a moment before raising his head again, a small glimmer of humor in his eyes. "Well, if you want to do it, I won't stand in your way. Would you think me a terrible person, though, if I were to admit the thought just about makes me want to faint?"
Severus gave a little snort, repressing the comment about the idiocy level of some of Remus' friends that rose to his lips. "I don't think you're terrible," he replied instead. "Just amusingly missish." He gazed at Remus in the mirror, his expression questioning. "Are you certain you want to be in here while I practice the spell?"
The "missish" remark made Remus snort, and he deliberately lowered his hand again, cupping it against Severus and squeezing. "I'll prove just how wrong you are on that score... later. And no, I'm not at all certain I want to be in here, but I figure I'd better start getting used to it." He sighed, moving his hands to Severus' shoulders and nuzzling a kiss to the back of Severus' neck. "Besides, you probably need a second opinion, right? I may not be impartial when it comes to you, but I certainly can be about female anatomy, since it doesn't do a thing for me."
Severus let out a little hiss of pleasure as Remus squeezed, and he shivered again at the kiss on his neck. Mustering his will power, he gave another snort and disengaged from Remus' embrace before he could be distracted from practicing the spell. "Naughty wolf! I think you're trying to distract me from doing this at all. But if you're willing to stay and give an impartial opinion, I should like to hear it."
He drew his wand, concentrating as he performed the complex spell; he wasn't certain what to expect, but the transformation didn't hurt. He watched, fascinated, in the mirror as his body shifted; he could see the changes, some more subtle than others, but it was nowhere near as drastic or violent a transformation as those he had witnessed with Remus each month. It was, he thought, more of the smooth shift of an Animagus transformation.
When the last shudder dissipated, he stepped closer to the mirror, gazing at his reflection with rapt fascination; he unfastened the sash of his dressing gown and let it fall open, although he didn't rip it off and start examining his naked body in minute detail as he would have liked since he didn't want to shock Remus.
He wasn't certain whether to be disconcerted or amused to realize he didn't look that different. His features were softer, and he had curving hips and an actual waistline, but his breasts were small, and his nose was still big. He wasn't a pretty woman, he thought as he regarded himself dispassionately, but he was striking.
"Well?" He glanced over his shoulder again. "What do you think?" His voice was lighter, but still deep for a woman's range.
Remus held his breath as Severus cast the spell, then watched carefully. There didn't seem to be any dramatic change, not even when Severus opened his robe; at least not from the back, which was all Remus could see at the moment. Severus' arse was less muscular, more rounded, as were his hips, and the normal V of shoulders to waist was less angular. It didn't scream "WOMAN!". It was more an exaggeration of the androgyny Severus had displayed when he had been pregnant, and as such, Remus didn't find it as disturbing as he had feared.
"Looks fine from back here. Reminds me of when you were carrying Gaia and had stopped the weight lifting," he commented, then steeled himself for what he knew was going to be the much bigger difference. He stepped around Severus, coming to stand beside the mirror so that he could see Severus from the front.
This part, he definitely found disturbing, and Remus forced himself to observe as dispassionately as he could, ignoring the wolf's confusion in his head.
Starting at Severus' throat - it was easier to not think of this being his mate if he didn't look at Severus' face - Remus let his gaze travel downward. It was odd to look at Severus' body and not feel a stir of desire. "You've got cleavage, but it's not overpowering, thank Merlin," he said. "High fashion, definitely, since they don't like big bosoms anyway." Swallowing, his gaze moved lower. The nearly complete lack of body hair wasn't so bad - Severus had certainly used depilatories before when dressing up - and Remus forced himself to not even think about what else was missing. He completed his inspection without further comment, then raised his gaze to Severus' face at last.
"I think if you have to be a woman, you make a very attractive one," he said, giving a lopsided smile. "You'll definitely be the hit of the fashion show with a body like this; all the designers are going to be clamoring for you to model their clothes."
Severus couldn't help but be pleased by that thought, and a slight smile curved his mouth; after being called a scrawny, ugly, greasy git all his life, it was nice to think he might appeal to someone other than Remus. Of course, the irony was that he knew he didn't appeal to Remus at all when he looked like this, and Remus' opinion was still the most important one to him.
"Thank you," he said. He tied his dressing gown shut again, deciding to put off a self-examination until later since he didn't want to push Remus' limits of tolerance, and then he turned to face Remus and reached out to caress Remus' cheek gently. "Not to worry, though. Even if someone did make an offer, I have no intention of starting a modeling career."
Remus leaned into the caress, then turned to press his lips against Severus' palm. "If it was something that made you happy, I wouldn't stand in your way," he said, his expression serious. "I don't want you to ever think that I would hold you back from something you wanted just because of my own rather silly hangups. I realize that most men, including you, find the female form appealing. Just because I do not isn't a justification to keep you from doing what you want to do." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "So long as you don't bring your 'work' to bed, I think I'll be able to cope."
"I have a career I enjoy," Severus replied, stroking Remus' cheek with his thumb. "I can't imagine strutting up and down a runway would give me more satisfaction than what I do now. Besides, even if I weren't a little long in the tooth to take up modeling, I wouldn't care to get involved in a Muggle profession that would involve so much pretense. It isn't worth the stress." He gazed at Remus archly. "Although if I did, I certainly would not bring my work to bed. I enjoy shagging you too much to risk having to go without."
"Long in the tooth? You're a wizard, so that means you're still young," Remus replied firmly. He was a bit relieved that Severus didn't really want to take up modeling, though. Not that he didn't think Severus would be wonderful at it, but he knew that it was a very demanding job, and he was selfish enough to want to have Severus with him all the time rather than off being ogled by the entire world. He grinned in response to Severus' comment, his eyes glittering wickedly. "And I enjoy being shagged by you too much to go without for very long at all. But I suppose it's out of the question for the moment, right? Hmmm... maybe I'll have to go take a nice, long, cold shower until you're ready to return to normal."
"Who says I'm not ready?" Severus retorted tartly. "This was merely a practice run to make certain the spell would work. I don't intend to stay like this until the fashion show. If you're going to take a long shower, there isn't any need for you to do so alone," he added, giving Remus a sharp swat on the arse. He could explore his female form another time; now that he knew he could perform the spell properly, there would be time to indulge his curiosity later.
"Oh, now that sounds promising." Remus wriggled against Severus' hand, then stepped back, stripping his jumper over his head and casting it aside. Giving Severus a coy look, he unfastened his jeans and slipped those and his boxers down his legs, kicking them away and standing before Severus completely bare. "I'll just go and get the water running, shall I?"
Licking his lips, Severus let his gaze roam up and down the length of Remus' body with shameless admiration and desire. "You do that," he drawled, retrieving his wand. "I'll just take care of business here, and I'll be along to join you in a moment with everything you like back in place."
"Make sure you put everything back exactly as it was before," Remus said, then blew Severus a kiss, enjoying the way Severus' eyes darkened with need. He turned toward the bathroom, swaying his hips as he walked away, disappearing into the other room but leaving the door open in invitation.
"Brat," Severus muttered as he watched Remus depart, and he shook his head with amusement. Lifting his wand, he spoke the incantation that would change him back to his normal form; the transformation back was quick and painless, and afterward, he felt fine, but he peeked beneath his dressing gown just to make certain everything was as it should be. Satisfied that nothing had been damaged or shrunk in transition, he put his wand aside and strode toward the bathroom, intent on using Remus' favorite bits to make him scream with pleasure.