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Who: Harry and Sarah Jane. Sort of.
What: Their gender swapping pt 1
When: Last night
Warnings: Um it's them so there's smut. Cause they're in different bodies. Gotta keep things lively.



Harry was seated on a big, comfortable chair, waiting for Sarah to finish writing her reply to the doctor and give it to the house elf. House elves still creeped him out a bit. He couldn't get past the whole slave bit. He was nervously thumbing through the empty notebook he'd brought with him, waiting to write a few notes down right after the change.

Giving the note to the House Elf to take back to Dr Maturin, Sarah picked up the two vials and headed over to Harry with a small smile. She held one of the vials out. "Here you go. Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, sitting down beside him. She knew he was nervous, and she was too, but she wanted to make him feel more comfortable.

"No," Harry half-smiled at her and patted her thigh as he took the vial. "But I find that I'm rarely sure of anything I do these days. Except asking you to marry me. So give us a kiss, old girl, and bottoms up."
Sarah gave a small laugh, and leaned over and kissed him quite soundly on the mouth. "No matter what you look like as a girl, I promise to still grope you." she teased, and then threw back the vial.

"Lovely..." Harry shook his head and then drank the vial down, one sip. "Ugh. That tastes awful." He put the vial down on the table next to him and looked over himself. "Now what?"

Sarah made a face and then looked over at him. "I'm not quite sure. I expect the change to be kind of... well I hope it's not painful." She did feel a bit tingly though. And it was magic, so hopefully the transition wouldn't be too bad. Slowly, she started to become a guy.

"Oh... oh my." Harry watched as his body shifted. He could feel parts of himself growing or shrinking, as bones realigned. It was a terrible noise, but didn't feel altoegether too bad. When it was over, his clothes hung off of him. He looked at Sarah, whose clothes were quite a bit too small for her newbody, and he chuckled.

Sarah blinked and looked down at herself and the clothes that were too tight on her and sighed, "Well then first note. Make sure you're actually wearing big clothes when you do this, or you know, be naked." she gave a soft sigh and started to slide out of her shirt. Or rather his shirt. Hm. Finally she looked over at Harry, who was slightly more feminine. "My word.."

"What?" Harry looked down at himself again, annoyed at the mess of brown curls that fell in his face. He tossed his head back, unsure of what to do with it. Maybe he'd get a hair cut. He was less concerned with the anatomical changes, having expected them. But the hair was annoying. "I say... I'm certainly well endowed."

"You're just.. quite girly." Her voice was so.. low. And masculine. She almost wanted to giggle, but that probably wouldn't sound very good. "Yes.. yes you are. Here." She reached up to her wrist and pulled off the hair tie she was obviously not going to use anymore and handed it to him.

"Ah, thank you old girl." Harry paused for a second before laughing. "I suppose I should call you old chap now, shouldn't I?" He took the hair tie and made a pitiful attempt of tying his hair back, before just giving up and letting loose strands everywhere. "So far this isn't terribly different. A bit odder to balance, but nothing I couldn't handle." Then again, he hadn't stood up yet.

"Yes, I suppose you should. Now I can call you old girl and see how you like it." Sarah smirked a bit and got up out of the seat. "Well I don't know about you but I want a good look at myself. And a change of clothes. Hm, perhaps I should change into yours and you should change into mine? We could swap."

"I think I'm a bit..." he glanced down at his chest, but decided better than to say anything. "Right, let's try that." He stood up, lost his balance a bit and wobbled, then clung to Sarah. "I say. The center of gravity is off. That's a bit of a complication."

Sarah giggled then and yeah, it sounded really dumb. She was so tall, and masculine and everything else. She held onto Harry, straightening him up when he fell over. "Just one step at a time.. come on... off with your clothes." She started to undress, trying to make do with what was going on in her new body.

"Easy for you to say..." Harry pulled his sweater over his head, then started unbuttoning his shirt. He wobbled a bit more, but managed to stay on his feet. Definitely no high heels. "You're the one with hips that make sense."

Sarah Jane patted her hips and hm'd. "Wow.. yeah. No hips. Lookit that.." she handed him the shirt she was previously wearing and slipped on the shirt that he was wearing. "You are quite cute though you know.. " she said, leaning down and kissing his cheek.

"Thank you." Harry smiled a little and slid the shirt on. "Sarah... I realize that you're not the sort, but I think I'd rather like a bra. And maybe knickers." Harry slid down his pants and boxers and held them out to her.

That made her completely laugh, "Oh you would... hm. Well.. I don't know if I actually have any.. I could see. At least they wouldn't be worn if I do." she hm'd going to pull up her pants when she checked out what was between her legs. "I do hope it gets bigger then that." she said with an exasperated sigh. And then she went to see if she had knickers.

Harry started laughing when Sarah sighed, and was still pretty much in stiches, pantless, until she came back. Tears were streaming down his eyes. "It does... it... gets bigger." He giggled a bit. "I think you're a bit spoiled, love."

Sarah just stared at him like he had lost his mind. Laughing at her like that. Well okay so maybe it was a little funny. Okay alot funny. But if she lost it then they'd both be laughing and then... "Spoiled? You mean with you?" She asked cautiously, handing him over the knickers and the bra she had. "I hope those fit." she hefted her pants up over her. "It feels so odd not to have breasts."

"Apparently with all the men you've been with." He slid the knickers on, then her skirt. "I'll save the bra for now, I think. Yes, well. It feels a bit odd to have them, as well."

Sarah Jane appeared a bit flustered, "I haven't been with that many, thank you very much." She picked up her note book to jot down a couple of things and finally went over to the mirror to give herself a look in the mirror. "Hm. I'm not bad looking.. what do you think? Do I meet you approval?"

"I know, Sarah," Harry walked up behind her. She was taller than him now, so he couldn't rest his head on her shoulder, like he wanted. Instead he sort of leaned into her from behind. "But apparently the ones you've been with are a little more... impressive. I think you look quite handsome."

"Why thank you." Sarah moved and hugged him back gently. She didn't know her own strength so she didn't want to hurt him. "You're beautiful by the way.."

"Thank you." Harry stood on his tip toes to kiss her softly. "I'm thinking of a bit of a hair cut. But I suppose this is only temporary and I ought to learn to live with it."

It was a bit weird to be kissing with male lips, but no less pleasant. "It's only two days, love. You look fine with it. I promise." she put an arm around him. "Since we've only got two days I suppose we'd better make the best of things."

"Are you trying to take advantage of me, sir?" Harry wrapped both arms around Sarah and nuzzled into her male body. "Because I'm quite vulnerable right now."

"Take advantage? Me? Really? Would I ever do such a thing?" Sarah asked sweetly. And then she wrapped her arms back around Harry and kissed the top of his head. "Now now.. making you a woman does NOT make you vulnerable, Harry."

Harry chuckled. "Not at all what I meant, old girl." He looked up at her and smiled. "Well, you ought to at least carry me to bed, being the strapping young man you are."

"Really? You think I could?" She hadn't even thought of that. Hm'ing a bit, she moved her arms around him and scooped him up into her arms to carry her back towards her bed. Wow. This whole strength thing was great. "You're really little."

"Odd, that. I should note that, Sarah. We didn't hang on to our same dimensions. A total transformation. You got taller, I got smaller." He nuzzled into her neck while she carried him. This was quite nice. "But," he nipped at her skin, "we still keep many of the same features." Then licked at the sensitive flesh. "Hair and eye color, hair style. That sort of thing."

"Mm well I wonder what makes the change, and figures out what we look like? I mean is this what we'd look like if we had been born this way? Quite curious." Sarah placed him down on the bed, following him back onto the bed. She shivered slightly, "Harry.."

"An interesting question. I think the field of genetics is a bit beyond my time, but it's something to look into." He noticed the look in Sarah's eyes, recognizing it despite the different face. "Yes Sarah?"

"You're... " Sarah swallowed a bit, moving over top of Harry and tried not to crush him. "I think perhaps you're the one trying to take advantage of me."

"What gave you that idea?" Harry slid his now-smaller hands around, pulling Sarah closer to him. He wrapped his slender legs around hers. "It's all in the name of science, old girl."

"Yes well, I suppose I guess, this is a bit what Dr Maturin had in mind. Sexual proclivities with two people who have switched genders. And the roles that plays upon sex." Sarah leaned down and kissed at his neck slowly, up towards his lips. "Maybe we should have left the clothes off, old girl." she said with a smile.

Harry grinned at her, ignoring the name. "Maybe. But it's all part of the process." He kissed Sarah when her lips were over his, taking in the feel of the different shaped lips. He'd kissed men before, but it had been different. Maybe because he knew this was Sarah, but there was something... softer. Harry gently started to rock his hips, and sighed slightly into Sarah's mouth. When the kiss ended, he whispered, "I see why you don't wear knickers."

"Well then.. in the name of science.." Sarah was going to go through this slowly as she could. Because of course, she wanted him, badly. And that much was evident in the way she was pressed against him, hard and ready. "Mmm.. yes well, you were right. It's.. bigger."

"And quite hard," Harry snaked a hand down between them, pushing it up against the bulge in Sarah's pants, stroking his hand over her. He was part curious, but mostly turned on. He moved his hand again so he could roll his hips harder into her, grinding lightly. "Told you."

Sarah shut her eyes and gasped. "My god.. that's.. definitely different." she thrusted up into his hands, wanting more friction between them. Slowly her hands worked at Harry's clothes, taking them off. Her hands ran down his hips.

"I'm afraid I've got your knickers all wet, Sarah." Harry was surprised by how much easier it was to remain somewhat in control. He wanted Sarah, desperately, but he didn't feel as frenzied as usual. He helped her remove his clothes, then slowly pulled hers off of her. "I love you," he whispered in her ear, digging his long fingernails into her skin.

"Well I'm certainly not going to wear them." Sarah said a bit ruefully and leaned down to kiss Harry again. "I love you too." She slipped out of his clothes, and was trying her very best to not just take him. Her hips grinded into his and she groaned into his mouth. When they were quite without clothes, she stopped. "I don't have um.. condoms in here you know. Though I suppose it.. doesn't matter."

"I have one in my wallet..." Harry twisted down to retrieve it from his pants, making sure to brush suggestively against Sarah as he did so. He always carried a condom or two, because he was dating Sarah Jane Smith. "Why do you think it wouldn't matter?"

"Because well .. I mean you'll be back to a man eventually.. and thus, you won't be pregnant even if for some reason I got you that way, hm?" Sarah asked, taking the condom anyways and put it on. Good thing she knew how to put it on already.

"We don't know what would happen if I got pregnant. I'd rather not take that chance..." It hadn't really occurred to Harry until she'd said something that he could get pregnant. He had no idea what his personal menstral cycle was, other than that he wasn't currently having his period. Hm. "I could be ovulating, and... sod it." Once the condom was on, he didn't feel much like talking anymore. He threaded his fingers through Sarah's short hair and kissed her hard, pushing his hips up and guiding her into him at the same time. He moaned into her mouth.

Sarah obviously wasn't going to protest. She slid inside him all the way up to the hilt and groaned. Slowly she pulled out and then moved to thrust into him gently, over and over again. It actually wasn't so bad for her. Because well she'd used a strapon before. Not too different. That was Sarah Jane, full of experience.

It was very different for Harry. The more she thrust into him, the more he bucked his hips. "Sarah... god..." He was panting already, clinging to her and kissing anywhere he could reach.

The sensation was quite different though. You couldn't feel anything with a strapon. But Harry's female form was quite wet, and tight and she slid in and out of him quite easily. Sliding a hand down between his legs, she stroked the clit slowly. Of course Sarah was moaning and kissing back, but oddly enough being a male seemed to make her less of a screamer. Or so she thought.

"Oh," when Sarah touched Harry's clit, his body tensed, contracting in on itself as a wave of orgasm rolled through him. He kept rocking his hips, waiting for her, feeling himself get even more wet. Multiple orgasms were definitely new.

And definitely feeling someone spasm around them like that was also new. Sarah thrusted a couple more times, the sensation overwhelming and buried herself deep inside him. She kept touching him, stroking his/her clit faster and faster. She wanted him to feel just how good she felt when she got to come at least a couple of times.

Harry wrapped his legs around hers, pulling them apart so she could get even deeper inside of him. His nails dug into Sarah's back as he came again, moaning her name.

And then it didn't take too long, with her buried so deep inside that all she could do was twitch and start to come. Her face pressed against his neck, she groaned and bucked until she was done. But she didn't scream. For once.

"That..." Harry waited for Sarah to slow her hips, and he still clung to her, kissing along her chin line. "That was amazing. Is it like that every time?"

Sarah nuzzled his neck and rested gently on top of him. "Mmhmm.. with you it is anyways." she said with a small blush to her cheeks. His cheeks. Whatever. "I didn't know it felt like that either.. that's what I feel like inside.. no wonder you want to have sex with me all the time."

Harry smiled and shifted slightly. She was still inside him, and he wasn't sure if she wanted to be. He unwrapped their legs and just pressed into her slightly. "Not all the time. Sometimes I like to sleep. But only rarely." He grinned.

Sarah gave a small laugh and kissed him gently on the lips. "Ooh.. sorry. Is that uncomfortable? It's alright for me but I don't want you to be uncomfy." she started to slide out of him. "Well we can get lots of rest after our trial period is up, hm?"

"After?" He ran his hands down her body and squeezed her bum. "Does that mean you'd like to have another go, old chap?"

Sarah blinked a bit, and tried not to squirm or groan. "Um I will if you keep doing that to my arse, then I definitely will." she pressed up against him a bit, sliding off the condom and then curled up on his side and pulled him close up against her.

"I guess I'll behave then, love." He rested back into Sarah, pulling her muscular arms around him. He wiggled a bit. Let her know how much of a tease she always was. "I love you, old girl."

She cleared her throat and held him close up against her. "Yes I love you too, old girl." She repeated, nuzzling his neck from behind. "You're not doing a very good job of behaving you know."

"Oh?" He wiggled a little more. "Sorry about that." After a moment he stopped wiggling. "Did you want to sleep?"

"Right.. sure you are. You're as bad as me." Sarah chided gently. "Not really. I mean ... well.. I don't know if I can now that you keep on wiggling like that."

"Only because I want you to get the full experience, Sarah." He smiled, even though he knew she couldn't see. "I've stopped wiggling. Would you like me to start again?"

"Like I believe that one either.. minx." Sarah pressed her lips to the back of his neck and sighed. "Mmm.. how about you wiggle in a couple of hours after a nap hm?"

"Mmm. That sounds like an acceptable compromise." He rolled over to face her, pressing his body into hers and nuzzling into her neck. "Have a nice nap, love."

"You too, old girl." Yeah she couldn't stop calling him that. Cause it was funny. She scooped him up and closed her eyes, eventually falling asleep.