Switching Sides

Switching Sides

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Transvestite Girlfriend?

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That morning, everyone's favourite werewolf woke to notice certain additions and lacks to his body.

Then, after his morning-groggy mind had got everything right, the no-more-werewolf realized that no, she didn't lack anything, nor did she have anything in her body that didn't belong there. Instead, she had an invincible problem in front of her.

...To put it shortly, the bra. She didn't know how to put on the bra.

Everything else was easy, thank you very much. Of course she had some issues about wearing a skirt while it'd been considered the most horrible mistake with clothes there was for her ever since she'd been born. However, even that was a tiny detail compared to her struggle to manage to wear her bra.

"Hook it in front of yourself, and then turn it around your chest," advised Lily amusedly after Remia'd struggled with the annoying piece of clothing for quite some time. As the small brunette did so, although not without some difficulty and a few futile attempts, the redhead asked with a giggle, "How on Earth did you manage to put it on yesterday?"

"Yeah, how?" inquired Juliet while brushing her hair. "I've worn a bra for four years now, and it's still difficult sometimes. But I do not think it was that difficult to me even in the beginning!"

To their great surprise, Remia turned bright red, mumbling some unidentifiable words.

"What did you say?" asked Lily curiously. "I don't think we quite heard you."

"Professor McGonagall helped me with it," mumbled Remia, only a bit louder this time.

"Ooo-kay," murmured Juliet. "That was one mental image I do not need."

"Hey, if you were a Slytherin, do you think Professor Snape would have helped you to dress up?" asked Sarah, her grey eyes twinkling with amusement.

All the other girls groaned aloud in disgust and began to throw stuff at her. "Do you want to drive us insane?" whined Juliet, pouting.

"Like that took much effort," Sarah smirked, then dodged the pillow Lily aimed at her.

After a moment, they'd calmed down, at least a little. Remia managed to get her blouse on without much effort, and the school robes were of course easy. Then, however, she was in front of another trouble.

"Just leave it open," advised Sarah as she saw Remia standing in front of a mirror, a hair brush in her hand and a clueless expression on her face.

"No, put it on a ponytail," said Chloe, who was just doing that to her own midnight-black tresses. "Or pigtails! That'd be so cute!"

"I'd say a braid," Juliet announced. "You looked good with the one I made yesterday. Why change something that works?"

Remia shot a desperate glance at Lily, who just laughed. "Leave it open," she said. "You have the whole school to face, I suppose you'd feel more comfortable the more familiar you are with yourself. And you used to always have your hair open as a boy, didn't you?"

"Familiar with myself, truly," mumbled Remia. "Never mind that I now have a completely different physique, hormones, and cognitive skills, not to mention genitalia. It's all my hair style that makes the difference."

They all laughed. Remia did, however, leave her hair open.

As it was Saturday, they didn't have to wear their school uniforms. Therefore, they all decided on a simple blouse and a skirt each. Remia's skirt was the same dark blue as the day before, and her blouse was blue as well. Lily had a black skirt and a light blue blouse, while Chloe had a white blouse and a yellow skirt, and Juliet and Sarah both settled on a light pink blouse and a red skirt. Thus dressed, they made their way to the Common Room, happily chattering all the way there.

In the Common Room they met the boys. James immediately went to Lily's side, while Sirius's movements to reach Remia's side were a bit more hesitant, but just as possessive. Chloe was paired up with Mickey White -- they'd dated for three months now -- while Sarah and Juliet decided to tease Peter all the way to the Great Hall, knowing full well that he was gay.

They didn't even get inside the Great Hall, however, as they were already stopped by a nasty voice. "What's this?" asked Thorn Spike, a sixth-year Slytherin. "Has Black finally broken up with his miserable excuse of a boyfriend?"

The old saying "Nomen est omen" was obviously invented for this boy, since Thorn Spike was definitely just like his name, both in character and appearance. He was short and slim, his features were pointy and his eyes sharp, and he had his hair sticking out on ridiculous spikes that were the same poison green hue as his eyes. There wasn't anybody nastier than he was, and even other Slytherins avoided him.

Sirius was immediately ready to attack the other boy, but Remia's hand on his arm stopped him. So, he just snapped back, "No, I haven't. As you can see, I'm still with Moony." And at this, he placed a soft kiss on Remia's temple, making her blush slightly.

Thorn sneered with a look of disgust on his face. "So now your boyfriend is a transvestite?"

"No," said Sirius simply. "She's my girlfriend."

For a moment, Thorn just stared at them. Other students started to gather around, watching curiously the scene. Then Thorn started to laugh, a nasty, sharp laugh. "Well, isn't that just so fitting," he cackled. "Wanted to be a real bitch at last, eh, Lupin?"

Now, Sirius started to reach for his wand. However, he didn't even get it out of his pocket as a bolt of orange light already hit Thorn. When the light faded, everybody at first just stared at the Slytherin. Then they started to laugh. The boy now sported donkey ears on his head, the tail of the same animal, and hoofs.

"Now, what's happening here?" asked a sharp voice behind them. "Oh, my, what happened to you, Mister Thorn?"

"He insulted Remia, Professor McGonagall," Peter told helpfully.

"And you charmed him, Mister Black?" inquired the Transfiguration Professor, turning towards Sirius and Remia. "Do I need to deduct points? You know very well that it is not allowed to use magic in the corridors!"

"What?" asked Sirius, putting on his best innocent look. "I did nothing inappropriate! I don't even have my wand out!" To prove this, he showed his empty hands.

"He did nothing, Ma'am," said Remia, also looking as innocent as she could. Like the other Marauders had to admit with slight envy, Moony's innocent face was even better now that she was female. And even before, almost every teacher had always fallen for it. "We honestly don't know who charmed Thorn."

"Very well," muttered Professor McGonagall. "As none of you --" a sharp glance included all Marauders, as well as Lily and her friends, into this statement, "-- has their wand out, I don't think you were guilty of that. Now, everybody, go to the breakfast. And Mister Thorn, I do believe you'd better head to the Infirmary." With this said, she rushed to the Great Hall, as well as most of the students gathered around -- including Chloe and Mickey.

As soon as Thorn had limped away -- it was seemingly not easy to retain one's balance on hoofs -- Remia turned towards a side corridor with a broad smile. "Thank you, Severus," she said pleasantly as the lanky, dark-haired Slytherin came to sight.

After the Willow Incident, Dumbledore himself had assigned Remus and Snape a project where they had to work together. The purpose of this was to allow them work out their (rather remarkable) differences. Despite all doubts everyone had had about this plan, it had actually worked, making Remus and Snape something relative to friends. At the very least they nowadays stood each other's presence, and talked at times. The other Marauders tried to cope with the situation for Remus's sake.

Now, Snape eyed Remia appraisingly from head to toe. Then, he nodded slowly. "Impressive, how you always can find something new to shock people with, Lupin," he said coolly. "Although I have to say that you looked better before."

"Oh?" Remia raised an eyebrow, acting insulted. "And what's wrong with me now, may I ask?"

"Oh, nothing in particular," the Slytherin replied, waving his hand dismissively in the air. "You're just a tad too... female for my tastes."

"Merlin help us, Snape's gay," laughed Sirius. "So, all this time I've been worried that you'd try hitting on Remia, and now you tell that it's more possible that you hit on me?"

"That's not any more possible," Snape sneered. "I've never been too fond on dark-haired troublemakers."

"So it doesn't bother you that you don't have a reflection?" asked Sirius cheekily.

The Slytherin gave Sirius an icy glare. "For your information, Black, I am not a vampire. Why it is that you draw those blood-sucking creatures into every conversation? Some hidden fetish you don't dare to express to your lover openly, maybe?"

The girls, James, and Peter just sighed and rolled their eyes as they listened to the bickering continue. Remia, however, wasn't watching her boyfriend verbally fight with another one of her friends. Her eyes were locked at Peter, who had had the oddest look for a moment as Snape had mentioned not liking dark-haired guys.

'I truly wonder if not...' Remia mused to herself. 'I truly wonder.' She then turned around to whisper her observations to Lily, who then glanced also at Peter. The short boy had his eyes firmly locked at the fighting boys -- or, more exactly, at Snape.

"Oh, my dear god," whispered Lily. "He cannot be --" They exchanged amused glances, then started to laugh. As the others gave them weird glances, they just smiled sweetly and innocently.

"We have to tell Sarah and Juliet," whispered Lily then to Remia's ear. "Then we can start matchmaking!"

Remia nodded eagerly. She loved matchmaking. Hadn't it been she who'd got Lily and James together at the first point?

Even though her morning had been the most dreadful ever, things were certainly looking up now.