Looking along the aisle of skin suits. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.So many faces of people he admired but who died during the war. Stopping at Tonks face. He got her suit out and layed it ontop of a table. Within the last year this woman got married, had a ch1ld and ultimately perished together with her husband. leaving her kid alone in the world. She fought bravely but now she was dead.
He never got the chance to tell how much he admired her. She was always in a cheerful mood trying to lighten up everybody during those dark days. Impersonating other people though her abilities and poking fun at them.
Looking at her skin lying on the table now he was struck by the fact, that he was even able to recognize her. Her hair was mousy brown instead of it's usual neon pink and her face showed her relation to the black familiy. But yet there was no doubt in his mind that this was Nymphadora Lupin nee. Tonks. Thinking back he saw her like this once before in his sixt year at school. He hated her looking like this. But he couldn't stop the suit was to lifelike. It felt like it would jump up and talk to him any minute now.
Touching the suit he could feel a certain warmth to it as if it was just worn.
Harry couldn't help himself, he always loved mysteries and this warehouse was a big one. He had to know what it was about.
And so in a moment of great bravery or stupidity he decided to slip into the suit. He undressed letting his clothes fall careless to the floor. He grabbed the suit and stepped into tonks legs bringing the suit up to his neck it was a tight fit. Pondering how goofy he must look at the moment. He is thankful that there is no one else in the room and pulls the head into place.
Once the head was in place. He started to feel a ripple in his body. It started pulling and pushing him into different direction reshaping his body into hers.
After a few minutes it stopped and he was able to catch his breath. "This is crazy" he said aloud looking down her chest for clearly this was no longer a suit he was wearing. Poking his new body he could't help but marvel at how different it felt. He really had become her. Feeling between her legs there was no daubt aout the gender of his new body. Spoting a mirror he went over to it looking at his reflection. There was´no sign of the suit. But starring at her body made him feel quite flustered there was a warmth building in her nether regions. Even untransformed Tonks looked quite fit and if he was honest with himself she stared in quite a few fantasies of his.
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