Chapter #4magic flew from the wand tip... by: Mr. George   As Ron waved the wand randomly, he never expected the spell to be successfully cast on the first attempt. Harry was warier and spotting the warning glow from the wand tip was already diving for cover, as the bolt of golden sparks erupted from it.
Aghast, at the wand's behaviour, Ron looked at it, and the hand holding it. His grip loosening in preparation to dropping the thing like a venomous snake. Ron didn't see the bolt ricochet off the wall, and head back in his direction.
Harry was scrambling back to his feet, as he saw Ron fly backwards to crash to the floor. It looked painful, but Ron was laughing even as he hit the floor. The laughter was getting higher pitched, as he lay there. The spell rippling all over his body, the golden sheen crackling over his uniform.
Ron's laughter came faster, as if tickled by the spell. The spell was erasing his clothes as it passed over his skin. Even as it shifted to shredding his underwear, it was clearly making Ron delirious. His chest rose and fell as gales of laughter came from him.
Relieved it, that it didn't appear painful, and only a little embarrassing, Harry approached. On closer inspection, he saw that Ron's hair was spilling from his head, growing longer and longer, until it was the same length as Ginny's.
As Ron gasped for breath, his lungs emptied by laughter, his chest started to rise. Harry was transfixed, as Ron's body shifted, losing is boyish straight lines, his skin softening. Trying not to pay attention, he couldn't deny that Ron was now Ronni. Her gender now completely switched.
Fighting to regain a regular breathing pattern, to control her breath, it came in deeper, purring, sensual moans. The change finally managed to penetrate Ron's mind, the sound hitting her new ears. The shifting alien weight on her chest, too disturbing. Ron certainly didn't want to think of anything... anything else.
Eyes still closed, still hoping it was an illusion, she ran her hands down from her shoulder to her chest.
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They jerked to a stop. The soft, supple flesh of her bust pressing warmly against her arms. Ron's breath caught, and she jerked upright into a sitting position. Her tongue running over the waxy covering on her lips. Ron got her first taste of lipstick.... her own.
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