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Tim,

Yeah, we do. ~~He broke your arm! And killed people! And had sex with you-- well, that was BEFORE, but it still counts! And it took me two days to get the nailpolish off.~~

On the quidditch pitch?

Kon

PS. I hate Jason even more right now, and if you laugh I swear I'll punch you.

Kon,

The quidditch pitch is perfect. If I laugh? You're going to crack up when you see what happened to me.

Tim

Tim,

I'll see you there. And you damn well better NOT laugh.

Kon

Tim, after he got that last owl back from Conner, rolled his eyes. NOTHING that had happened to Kon could possibly compare to being turned into a girl by JASON. He looked in the mirror at his slightly-longer-than-usual hair, and smoothed the wrinkles out of his t-shirt. The good thing for Tim was that for a girl, he still had a fairly boyish figure, and he could still fit into all of his boys' size small t-shirts (though they definately didn't help HIDE the fact that, well, he had breasts now). What he'd really been worried about were his jeans, which actually fit about the same as before (apparantly Tim had wide hips and never realized).

He teetered a little, still not used to his lower center of gravity since the change, and shoved his feet into his sneakers before running his hands through his hair and heading outside towards the quidditch pitch. It was nice out - warm - but still he was regretting not having brought a hoodie. Having breasts felt so conspicuous.

It could definately compare, sicne Kon's clothes DIDN'T fit. Her jeans were hugging her curves, and she needed a BRA, and her t-shirt was too tight across the chest! And she was wobbling a lot, because she wasn't at all used to having hips. So Kon slouched her way out to the quidditch pitch, and tried to be inconspicuous. She was SURE everyone was staring, though!

UGH, that's right, Tim was going to have to start using girly pronouns now. That sucks. She was tugging her shirt down nervously over her belly, as if covering more of her hips would make her boobs look smaller. It didn't really work. And Tim probably should have worn a bra, but it didn't HURT not to wear one (even if not wearing one ... drew the eye.

Tim got out onto the grass and put her hands on her hips, frowning as she turned her eyes out over the field (away from the school). Where was Conner, anyway?

"Kay?" she called, voice only a little higher than usual.

Kon sulked out into the open field where Tim could see her. "Hey, Tim." She had her arms crossed over her chest (were breasts supposed to hurt like this? She really did need a bra...) And she was moving slowly, not really sure she wanted Tim to see her like this.

Even her voice gave it away! Kon was a SOPRANO. He sounded sort of like Kara, even.

Tim just stared.

"You too?!" She finally managed to choke out, before jogging over to Conner. Jogging... was probably not a good idea, without a bra. Tim found herself a little sore but for the most-part still just FINE. Even if, er, she'd felt a little more bouncy than she remembered. "Tell me Jason didn't spill any crazy gender potion on you, too. Please."

If Jason had, Tim would go kick him in the... er. Kick HER in the... well. Somewhere! Somewhere not-pleasant!

Tim put her hands on Kon's UNREASONABLY NARROW shoulders and held her at arms' length. What the hell!

"No. He didn't spill a potion on me. He fucking dropped red kryptonite down my pants, the motherfucker." Kon was... trying not to stare at... okay, no, Kon WAS staring at Tim. No one had told her that Tim would make such a pretty girl. If Tim had really been a chick, Kon would have totally hit on her. But no! Not girl-- Tim!

Kon pulled away, trying to ignore how her body JIGGLED when she moved. "Wait. He spilled a potion on you and... Oh. That's why he was a chick. I thought he didn't have boobs when I was in his body before."

"Well. . .maybe we can fix you back if we put red K down your pants again, or.. something." Tim shook her head and rubbed the back of her neck. Poor Conner serioulsy needed a bra. That rack looked HEAVY.

How did she manage to keep her balance that way? Honestly, was that even adhering to the laws of physics?!

Tim said, "Either way. We sort of... had an accident during detentions after potions. So, I'm stuck until Professor Maturin can figure out an antidote." She couldn't help but laugh though. Kon thought Jason was ALWAYS a girl? That was fucking ADORABLE.

"Oh, Kay," she laughed, and tugged her taller, still-bulkier friend into a little hug. "Don't freak out. You SOUND like you're about to freak out. I .. don't have anything even remotely close to being able to fit you in my room. I guess I seriously lucked out." Man. It was taking everything Tim had not to point out loudly how RIDICULOUSLY LARGE Kon's breasts were.

They made her feel TINY.

"My clothes don't FIT, Tim! There were guys staring at my rack." Conner grinned a little wryly-- there was still that wild look in her eyes though. "I told them my name is Kara-El." The kryptonian girl flopped down, dragging Tim with her. She didn't want to have to deal with her wonky center of gravity right now. Or think about how warm and squishy Tim felt against her.

Tim at least still had sort of the same shape. Sort of. Except for THOSe. And Tim didn't have THAT, and there were curves where Tim hadn't had curves... Kon felt all weird. And fluttery. Tim does not look pretty like this. Except she really did. Kon was trying not to think about it. "Can we beat up Jason NOW?" she asked plaintively.

"No, we can't beat Jason up now. Maybe later, if he gets turned back before we do." Tim sighed, and arched her back, and propped herself up on her side, resting her head on her hand. "We'll figure it out, Kay. Hah, Kara. That's cute. But, seriously. I am staring at your rack. And you know I don't usually stare at racks. As a general rule, I try to avoid staring." Yeah, she was definately staring now, so she hauled her eyes back up to her best friend's face and groaned.

"We'll figure it out. And if nothing else, I bet we could find a way to get you some clothes that fit. Hogsmeade or London or something. You'll just have to deal with looking like trailer trash 'til then," Tim laughed. She scrunched up her nose when she laughed that way. It sounded unnervingly like a giggle.

Giggles were not manly things.

Tim didn't stare at breast usually. He was polite like that. But he was staring at KON'S. And it made Kon blush and look down at the grass, in a way she'd never done before. "Great. I get to wear shirts that make me look like a whore until we get some free time, huh?"

Maybe Kon should know better than to be staring at Tim when she stretched. But oh wow. Maybe Tim should get some new clothes too...

Kon's breasts were a special case, as they were attached to Kon. It isn't every day you see your best friend turned into a hot girl. Tim sort of couldn't help but gawk. The laws of physics just didn't seem to apply to Kon OR her rack.

Tim, though, she'd keep her eyes above the collarbone from then on. She was struggling to, anyway. "Maybe one of the other students will having something closer to your size, or we can order you something by post. I can take your measurements. I guess I got seriously lucky. All my clothes still fit about the same," she laughed, shrugging. "We'll figure something out for you, though."

Absently, Tim reached out to ruffle up Kon's hair.

The laws of physics never applied to Kon. And Kryptonian breasts seemed to defy gravity anyway. Kon wriggled a little, uncomfortably-- Tim was staring at her. Even if he-- she was trying to stay looking at Kon's face...

"Lucky you." Kon tilted her head into the friendly hand with a sigh. "I don't know how to go shopping for girly clothes."