This choice: Ron sees himself reflected in an assortment of mirrors. • Go Back...Chapter #6Ron sees himself reflected in an range of mirrors. by: Mr. George   He seemed to be surrounded by a whole selection of Ron Weasleys! The mirrors all turned towards him, was unsettling. As he peered closer to one he spotted the reflection wasn't quite right... Frowning, he moved onto the next.
Moving from one to the next, the mirrors turned on the spot. Staying in the same location, but keeping his reflection in the centre of their glass.
Again, the reflection was clearly him, but again something was subtly off. Shaking his head, he tried to dismiss the oddity of the reflection, as part of the oddity of the whole damned room.
Finding a third mirror, he wanted to dismiss the unsettling sense of wrongness, and move on. Instead, instantly this time he spotted the difference. Reflected back out, was Ron Weasley, the crest on his jumper was the yellow and black huffle-puff badger.
Shaking his head in denial, he returned to the previous mirror. Now able to pin down the difference. His hair was longer, wilder, more like Bill's it reached almost to his shoulders. He went back to the first mirror, he ran up to it. This time seeing he was carrying extra weight around his middle in that reflection.
A tentative hand roamed over his stomach, and the reflection copied the gesture. He couldn't feel the extra weight, but clearly his reflection was stroking a small, but undeniable pot-belly.
Randomly selecting an entirely new mirror, Ron raced to it. This time as he ran up, the reflection made him recoil. In the glass, was a busty Ron Weasley. Hints of Ginny's softness in his features, a feminine cast to his features, and his whole build was slender. But the bust... caught and held his gaze. The Gryffindor lion was stretched over the curve of a bust. In the mirror he was absolutely a cute witch. Even the trousers, clung to hips HE didn't have.
Ron ran his hands down his sides, feeling the same masculine straightness. None of the dipped waist or flaring hips.
Hands roaming to his chest encountered only flat male pecs, while the mirror Ron was softly, caressing her bust.
Turning sideways, Ron gasped, seeing the curvy womanly ass behind the mirror Ron. She was bustier than she first looked, and with his mother's wide child-birthing hips. He shuddered, and stepped backwards from that mirror. Too distrurbed to look away. The vision as horrifying as it was hypnotic.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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