Hogwarts Overexposed: Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-two
Fantastic Island
Kim, Tyler and Emily firmly clutched their containers of Polyjuice Potion as they made their way speedily up to the seventh floor. Emily chuckled mildly to herself as she realized that she and her sisters seemed to be becoming frequent users of the Room of Requirement. I know. STOP DEFILING IT, YOU STUPID TWATS. Her face colored as Emily wondered if possibly one day Tyler and she might use the room for a much more personal experience. Oh, I'm sure you will. AND I'M SURE WE'LL BE TREATED TO A BLOW-BY-BLOW ACCOUNT OF IT.
"Okay, this is the place," Emily advised when they reached the stretch of blank wall opposite the enormous tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. "We have to walk past this bit of wall three times, concentrating hard on what we need."
They did so, turning sharply at the window just beyond the blank stretch of wall, then at the man-size vase on its other side. Tyler had screwed up his eyes in concentration; Kim was whispering something under her breath. Emily, on the other hand, was having a difficult time keeping her mind focused on the task at hand. She's that obsessed with dicks?
"Emily," called Kim excitedly, as they turned around after their third walk past.
A highly polished door had appeared in the wall. Tyler was staring at it, looking slightly wary. He wasn't concerned so much with entering the room, but rather with what they were going to do once inside. Yet another example of the Sues forcing someone to do something that they're not comfortable with. Emily reached out, seized the brass handle, pulled open the door, and then stood motionless, gawking at the sight before her eyes.
"I think somehow the room got confused," she mumbled sheepishly. "We must have all been concentrating on different needs."
In the center of the room was a huge bed, much like the one Caitlin had described to her and next to it was a large bathing pool. One wall of the room, on the other hand, was lined with dressing rooms such as used in clothing stores.
"Well, I certainly wasn't thinking about a bed," Kim countered sharply.
"Neither was I," Tyler responded, almost defensively.
"I believe that was me," Emily admitted guiltily. She looked at Tyler and then shook her head apprehensively. " My mind just wandered; I wasn't concentrating properly."
"Exactly what were you thinking about?" Kim grinned impishly.
"Nothing! Just forget it," Emily said, flustered. Oh, NOW you're too embarrassed to talk about sex? That's a change of pace. She sat her container of potion on a nearby table. "Just pay no attention to the bed and let's get on with what we're here for."
The words had barely escaped her lips before Emily's clothes had dropped to the floor and she stood bare before the others.
"What are you two waiting for?" she asked impatiently, her hands on her hips. "Get naked." Not everyone is an exhibitionist like you, bitchtits.
Tyler and Kim exchanged nervous glances, and then just stood momentarily staring dumbfounded at Emily.
"Oh, come on!" Emily said exasperatedly. "You two aren't going to play shy and bashful, are you? We're best friends. Certainly you aren't still ill at ease about being nude in front of each other." OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE, YOU PUSHY WHOREMUFFIN.
"I thought possibly we could take our clothes off in the booths and come out after we've transformed," Kim suggested timidly.
Tyler nodded his support of this idea.
"If we do it that way, we'll miss out on half the fun," Emily argued. "Don't you want to watch as I sprout a penis?" NO, WE DO NOT. I would, however, love to watch as you are impaled by a sword.
Tyler resisted the urge to shout, no. He adored Emily and was quite smitten with her current appearance. He'd much prefer to gaze at her in this form. The idea of his girlfriend suddenly developing a willy was thoroughly revolting. Nor did he look forward to his own emasculation.
"I have an idea," Tyler said cautiously. "Why don't we just forget about taking that disgusting looking potion and just inspect each other?"
Emily's eyes widened at this notion. "You wouldn't have a problem with Kim and I touching you?" she asked.
JUST GET AN ANATOMY BOOK AND LOOK AT THE PICTURES. YOU'LL BE FINE, TRUST ME.
Tyler had, for a moment, forgotten that Emily wouldn't be the only one exploring his body. He looked nervously from Emily to Kim. "I... I think I could handle that better than the alternative," he stuttered. "The whole idea is just weird," he faltered briefly, "and gay. I'd still be me, a guy, but trapped inside a girl's body. Meanwhile, you two would be two naked blokes. I'll feel like a fag that's not offensive at all! just being in the same room and looking at you."
Kim nodded sympathetically. "I understand, but what you suggest would negate the whole idea of the experiment. Professor Weasley doesn't just want us groping and feeling each other up. She wants us to actually experience being a member of the opposite sex. Besides, I'd feel out of place. I don't think either of you want an audience when you get to explore each other intimately." Oh, I'm pretty sure that Emily would be just fine with having an audience when she gets her cherry popped.
Tyler and Emily both blushed at Kim's statement, knowing that she was correct. When the time eventually came for them to closely explore each other's body, they both wanted it to be in a romantic setting, not as a part of a class research project.
"You're right," Tyler conceded. He gave Kim a nervous glance, and then turned away and started to slowly remove his clothes. Kim audibly gulped and likewise began to disrobe, although at a snail's pace. They are CLEARLY UNCOMFORTABLE doing this, but Emily (who claims to be not at all pushy) is pretty much forcing them to do this. I hate her.
Emily tapped her foot impatiently until Tyler and Kim, their backs still to each other, finally completed undressing. "Come on you guys," she said encouragingly. "We're best friends, a team. Time for a group hug!" I have many good friends. We have never shared a naked hug. I hope we never will.
Apprehensively, Kim and Tyler turned toward Emily and the three friends united in a tight embrace. Tyler couldn't believe his good fortune. He was twelve years old and engaged in a hug with two nude girls, arguably the two best-looking girls in his year at Hogwarts. He shivered as he felt their bare breasts press against his naked chest.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WRONG BAD EW HELP ME
"We better let go of Tyler before he gets a stiffy," Emily suggested with a giggle. "I can't wait to transform into a boy and see what it feels like to have one."
"One what?" Kim asked. "A penis or a stiffy?"
"Both," answered Emily eagerly. I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A GIANT DILDO, EMILY. "Let's get started."
"I take it then that we're not going to use the changing rooms at all?" Kim asked forlornly, gazing longingly at the booths along the wall. Oh, stand up for yourself for once, Kim. You are a disgrace to Slytherin House. Actually, you are a disgrace to ANY house.
"As I said, watching the conversion will be half of the fun," Emily repeated. "Look! I know you guys are edgy, so I'll go first."
Blah blah blah. Neil steals the description of what Polyjuice feels like from Chamber of Secrets. He also calls Emily's vagina a "slit" again. This really bugs me, for some reason.
"Are you okay?" Tyler called, rushing to her side, but it wasn't a pretty girl he helped to her feet; it was a strapping boy of about fourteen.
"Yeah, I'm fine," answered a deep voice definitely not belonging to Emily. "I just feel a little weird."
"You look fabulous," Kim said gushingly. "Is there any chance of you keeping that form; I think I'm in love."
Although Kim was only joking, one look in the mirror confirmed to Emily that she indeed had assumed the form of an extremely handsome boy. Tyler even looked a bit envious. OOOOOOOOK
"This is unbelievable," said Emily, first rubbing her chest and then grasping her new appendage. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HER PENIS. "Unbelievable! Who is going to go next?"
"I guess I will," Kim volunteered, worriedly. "I imagine the hairs were all from the same boy, so we'll undoubtedly end up looking like twins."
As Kim studied her potion, Tyler suddenly jumped backward. He had kept his arm around Emily when helping her to her feet and just now realized that his hand was resting on a boy's arse. Tyler would never make it in the Army.
"Tyler, it's still me," Emily said in her now deep masculine voice. "I still love you."
"I love you too," Tyler answered tensely, "but can we please not talk about it anymore until after you're back to being you?"
"I though perhaps you'd like to hold and caress me," Emily said wickedly.
"Sure, offer me heaven when it's turned to hell," Tyler retorted. What? Who talks like that. NO ONE, THAT'S WHO. "You're an evil tease, Emily Potter."
"I'm sorry," the boy Emily replied sincerely. "I'll make it up to you when I transform back. I promise."
"If you two are about done lollygagging, THIS IS A WORD MY GRANDMOTHER WOULD USE. I kind of wish she hadn't died, so she could KICK YOUR PATHETIC ASS, NEIL. I guess I'm set to do this," Kim said half-heartedly.
"Okay," Emily said reaching out to grasp Tyler's hand, but then realizing he had deliberately stepped out of her reach. "Whenever you're ready."
Emily watched intently as Kim swallowed two gulps of the potion. The involved pain had caused Emily to miss some of her own transformation and she wanted to see every bit of Kim's. She stared in fascination, as her friend slowly became a mirror image of Emily's boy self.
"What a waste," Tyler commented as the change ended. "I find myself locked in a room with two gorgeous girls, just to have them both become boys; naked boys at that."
"I like the subject Professor Weasley chose for the experimentation," Kim commented, admiring her nude male form in the mirror. "He's quite good looking and well endowed. Yes, I'm sure that Ginny's first concern was picking a boy with a big wang. Don't you think so, Tyler?"
"Guys don't look at other guys down there," he said firmly, averting his eyes to the ceiling. "We especially don't chat about each other's size." LIES, ALL LIES. They totally do talk about size.
"Guys are so odd. Girls are always checking out other girls," Emily remarked. "Maybe not their twats, but most certainly their breasts and arse." O RLY? Guess I'm strange. I don't usually notice other girls' boobs unless they're hitting me in the face or something.
"Oh wonderful!" Emily shouted excitedly. "I have to pee. Emily's hamster bladder strikes again! I can't wait to see what it's like to do that standing up."
"Can I watch?" Kim asked uncertainly.
"Of course you can," Emily answered without hesitation. "I just hope this room came equipped with a chamber pot. How about a TOILET? How about you, Tyler? Do you want to watch me use my new gizmo for the first time?"
"No!" he answered empathetically. "That would be gay. Guys just don't do that."
"Oh come on now," Kim said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I've seen the inside of the boys' bathroom. You guys have those urinal thingies hanging on the wall right next to each other without even any partitions between them. Surely, you occasionally glance to your right or left."
"Never," Tyler rejoined, as if to do so would be a dreadful sin. "Guys always look straight ahead at the wall. Only a fag would check out another guy when he was taking a leak."
"How about a girl?" Emily asked mischievously. "Would you watch a girl take a pee if you had the opportunity?"
Tyler blushed, and then sheepishly nodded his head yes. WHAT?!?!?!?! I must have a VERY strange husband, because I know he has NO desire to watch me pee.
"Well you'll have the occasion as soon as you drink your potion," she said with a giggle.
Tyler shook his head awkwardly. That wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
"But before you transform, I need to find a bathroom," Emily said desperately, clutching her groin as if in agony. Seriously, she really needs to see a doctor about that. It is not normal to have that small of a bladder.
"Over there," said Kim, pointing to a lone urinal hanging next to a washbasin on an otherwise blank wall. "I don't remember that being there when we came in."
"I don't believe it was," Tyler replied, stupefaction evident in his voice.
Emily didn't comment, but rather hurried toward the plumbing device, wasting no time in relieving herself. "Wow," she said, flicking the last drop of urine from the tip of her penis and stepping over to the sink in order to wash her hands. "I wouldn't mind having one of these on a permanent basis. It certainly makes taking a pee more convenient."
"I don't think that would make Tyler very happy," Kim said, glancing at the appalled expression on the young boy's face. "Besides, you'd have to lengthen all your dresses so that a stiffy wouldn't show beneath the hem." Oh please. When has Emily EVER expressed any inclination to conceal her genitals? She'd probably be happy that it would be easier to show off.
"Speaking of stiffies, will you show Kim and I how to make ours get hard?" Emily asked Tyler, without the least amount of embarrassment. Uh, I wasn't aware that people had to be taught how to masturbate.
"Emily, take it easy," Kim suggested. "Tyler hasn't even transformed yet. Aren't you eager to see him as a girl? After all, you are obviously bisexual we have three hours for experimentation."
"I'm sorry," Emily said honestly. "I was being selfish, as usual. Go ahead, Tyler. Drink your potion."
Truth be told, Tyler was not at all keen to drink the potion. The very notion of swallowing the concoction gave him a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. However, the girls had drunk theirs and he most certainly didn't want to give the impression of being a coward.
Tyler pinched his nose shut, raised the mixture to his lips, closed his eyes and then took two quick gulps and prepared himself for the worst. His stomach writhed. Abruptly he experienced a sucking sensation; his groin area felt as if it were being turned inside out. Without thinking, he moved to clutch his private area. It was too late; the change was complete. It was gone. His hand was grasping his newly formed vagina. You can't "grasp" a hole. I'm guessing that Neil's sex ed was extremely lacking.
Emily's eyes had been fixed on that section of Tyler's body, engrossed by the dramatic change, taking place. "If you'd like, I'll show you how to do that properly," WE DON'T NEED TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR PRIVATE TIME, EMILY she said with a laugh and then for the first time she looked at Tyler's altered face. She gasped in shock.
"What's the matter?" Tyler asked with concern. "Do I make that ugly a looking girl?"
Emily didn't answer, but instead she turned to Kim. "What have you done?" she asked, alarm evident in her voice.
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Blah blah blah. Jamie and Alex being mushy, and talking about how true love means nailing your spouse every night.
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Slytherin has an eeeeeeeeevil plan to kill everyone going to Fantastic Island. Is it because you want to make some money on the side selling dinosaur embryos, Salazar?
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Kim switched the girl hairs so that all the boys will be turning into Denise. This is revenge for Denise putting up naked pictures of Kim. I'm actually proud of Kim, because that's a pretty Slytherin thing to do. However, Tyler thinks that Denise is pretty, so Emily freaks out with jealousy and won't let Tyler explore his new body. Instead, she decides that they will examine each other after the potion wears off. Kim and Tyler are not comfortable with this, but hey! It's better than Tyler FINDING ANOTHER GIRL ATTRACTIVE OH THE HORROR.
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As a side note to our story, none of the boys ever did divulge to Denise or anyone else, as far as we know, that they had transformed into her likeness. Evidently they all considered it a secret better kept to themselves. Denise did, from time to time, catch a number of the boys from her year sneaking peeps at her, especially her ' well-endowed' chest, and then abruptly turning away and laughing. It irritated her a great deal, but she simply chalked it up to teenage male hormones and immaturity.
Random author's note is random. And stupid. Oh yeah, Denise stuffs her bra. What, they don't make charms for that?
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Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Ron is going to go with Harry and Hermione to Fantastic Island since they all have a feeling that something is going to go wrong.
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Friday, June 23, 2006 08:00
Hermione angsts over leaving Ben behind. They take a Portkey. Neil steals descriptions from JK Rowling AGAIN.
They slammed into the ground. Hermione and a few of the others managed to remain standing upright, but most of the girls were scattered pell-mell about the beach.
"Sand makes a much nicer landing spot than concrete," Emily said, getting to her feet and dusting herself off." Obviously she was calling to mind her arrival in Fort Lauderdale the previous summer. THANKS FOR TELLING US WE NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED.
"Look at the water, isn't it beautiful?" one of the American girls commented. "I live in New Jersey and the Ocean water there is filthy compared to this." HA HA HA BECAUSE NEW JERSEY IS A TRASH HEAP.
"Plenty of time to admire the scenery later," Harry called out. "Hermione, you better move the girls out of the way, Ron and his group will be arriving shortly." Hermione scooted the girls over to where Harry was standing and they all waited eagerly for the arrival of Professor Weasley and the male contestants.
Once Ron and his group had arrived and gathered their equanimity, Rishard Simone called for everyone's attention.
"You all look divine today," he remarked in his normal irritatingly high voice. "I'm so pleased that you all remembered to wear to your exquisite uniforms like the good little girls and boys that you are."
"I bet he'd pee his pants if he knew that not a one of us is in fact wearing his degenerate costumes," WHAT IS NEIL'S OBSESSION WITH PEEING?! Caitlin whispered quietly into Kim's ear. "I'm pleased that all the others, especially the guys, realized that we were better off using the concealment charm."
"I just hope, in fact, we are," Kim uttered uncertainly.
"It is now my splendid glee to introduce our host for the weekend," Rishard crowed pompously, "the founder of Fantastic Island, Dr. Milton Soderbergh."
A short, stooped back, elderly man wearing Muggle clothes slowly approached them, leaning heavily on his walking stick. HOLY SHIT STOP RIPPING OFF JURASSIC PARK I HOPE A DINOSAUR EATS YOU He didn't speak until he was in the midst of the contestants. At first he seemed scandalized by the uniforms the competitors were wearing, but he quickly collected himself.
"Welcome to Fantastic Island," he said, pride obvious in his voice. "I'm extremely pleased that we have been selected to host the final event of your contest. Fantastic Island is the culmination of my life long work and dream; a place where wizardkind can see and study beasts that until now most have only been able to read about. I'm sure that in your classes, many of you have read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by the erudite Newt Scamander. I am proud to say that nearly ninety percent of the creatures listed in that book now call Fantastic Island their home, hence the name.
"But enough from me, you didn't come here to hear an old man ramble on. We have transportation waiting to take us to the resort's main hotel." He gestured toward a number of off-road vehicles parked nearby. "After you have settled in and enjoyed a hearty lunch, we'll embark on a safari-like tour of the island. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay." OH, WILL THERE BE ELECTRIC FENCES? MAYBE A COMPUTERIZED SECURITY SYSTEM?
"He seems nice," Jamie commented as she and the other girls started walking toward the waiting transport.
"Yeah," Nora agreed. "He's the type that usually plays the kindly uncle or grandfather in a Muggle movie, except in this case he's not a Muggle." ARGH STOP IT NEIL.
"It's very nice to meet you," Harry said, extending his hand to Dr. Soderbergh, "I'm Harry..." But before he could finish Dr. Soderbergh grabbed Harry's outstretched hand and shook it vigorously.
"Harry Potter! It's a delight to meet you. "You can't imagine how pleased I was when I saw your name on the guest list," Dr. Soderbergh said excitedly. He turned beaming toward Hermione. "And is this charming woman your beautiful wife, Hermione?"
"I'm not quite sure about the beautiful part," Hermione said, blushing, Oh, stop it with the false modesty, Horemione "but thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Soderbergh; I've read all your books."
"Please, call me Milton," the doctor insisted.
"This is our good friend Ron Weasley," Harry said in introduction.
"An honor Mr. Weasley," Dr. Soderbergh said, eagerly taking Ron's hand. "I can't believe all three members of the covenant are here at my resort. Please, come ride with me so that we can talk."
As they went to climb into the waiting vehicle, Dr. Soderbergh gave Harry a strange look and then said, "Excuse me, but make I ask why you're carrying that manky old boot."
"It's a Portkey," Harry replied. "So are Hermione's cane and Ron's fedora. There're how we got here and our return ticket home."
"Goodness gracious! I'm thankful that I asked," Milton replied urgently. "It would be best if you secured those here on the beach, perhaps in that abandoned work shed. It is chancy to transport anything charmed through the gates onto the actual resort grounds. The intensified wards protecting the resort sometimes have a odd affect on charms. I wouldn't want to see your return trip culminating at say the North Pole."
Hermione waited until Harry returned to the vehicle and secured his seatbelt before questioning Dr. Soderbergh concerning the safety of Fantastic Island. "Doctor, is it true that you actually have a Nundu in captivity here?"
"Not just one," the Doctor replied proudly. "Up until last week we had a pair, but the female just gave birth to cubs, now we have a family of four."
"Four!" Hermione gasped. "But the East African gigantic leopard is arguably the most dangerous beast in the world. Its breath can cause disease virulent enough to eliminate entire villages. My understanding is that fewer than a hundred skilled wizards working together have never yet subdued one. Do you actually have a staff large enough to control four?" Nice PLAGIARISM there. I hate you, Neil.
"Most certainly not," the doctor answered, frankly as the parade of vehicles drove onto a road leading away from the beach. "If our safety and security were dependent on old-fashioned magic alone, Fantastic Island could not exist. It is only the blending of up-to-the-minute Muggle technology with ancient magic that makes our being possible. We'll be reaching the outer perimeter fence in a few minutes. I think you'll find that one picture is indeed worth a thousand words."
Hermione nodded and sat quietly taking in the gorgeous scenery while waiting expectantly for them to arrive at the enclosure. When they reached the crest of a ridge, she was the first to catch view of the fence and gasped audibly.
"How tall is it," she asked, gaping in awe as a tourist would at New York City's skyscrapers?"
"Sixty feet at the lowest point and five feet thick, charged with over 200,000 volts of electricity," Dr. Soderbergh explained.
"Then you actually control the beasts with electrified barriers rather than magic?" Hermione questioned.
"No!" Dr. Soderbergh continued. "We are dealing with the strongest and most powerful magical creatures the world has ever known. In time, some of these creatures would penetrate don't use that word *whimpers* even the best built Muggle ramparts."
"I don't understand," Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders. "Then how?"
"These iron barriers are not designed to hold the creatures in nor is that the purpose of the electrical charge. They are rather just parts of the amplification system. Old wards, charms and spells do the actual work. We have combined Muggle computer technology with old magic. THAT DOESN'T WORK The electricity intensifies the magical power. Imagine a simple repelling spell if you would. Now imagine a wand positioned on every square foot of the immense fence casting the identical spell and you have some idea of the power generated. The creatures have learned to maintain a sensible distance from the fence."
"But Muggle technology isn't foolproof," Hermione maintained. "Electricity can fail and computers develop glitches and programs stop working."
"Certainly, all that is feasible," Dr. Soderbergh admitted, but we have taken every conceivable precaution. We have a secondary backup system in place and even that system has built in fail-safes."
"Nothing can be made one hundred percent foolproof," Hermione insisted.
"I agree," the doctor conceded with a deep sigh, "but we have done everything wizardly possible to insure the integrity of our security system. We feel confident that we are prepared for any eventuality. For our system to fail it would have to be a case of deliberate systematically planned sabotage. Honestly," he laughed, "who would ever consider such an act of hostility against a zoological park?"
Well, there's always some whackjob out there who would consider sabotage. It's stupid not to plan for it.
At this statement, Ron, Harry and Hermione exchanged troubled looks. DUN DUN DUNNNN.
End of Chapter 22
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