Harry Potter Gender Bender Novels & Stories

Perhaps that, indeed, could be one of the very few things he still found ridiculous at this point when it came to adventures experienced by a couple behind closed doors. Removing his sweatpants and T-shirt and putting on the underwear that would transform him into the character of the moment, Harry observed the room, where some changes had been made to accommodate the two larger objects ordered by the homeowner. Considering the more exotic one, it was no surprise that he would be playing the tiger, and there was no shock when he played the music, which was the signal used to indicate he was ready, and she appeared dressed in a dominatrix style.

"Yes, sire, but information tells me Lord Lucas is hurt badly. I think he may have been hindered." "What? Impossible" I snarl. Hindered? To hinder another bender means to shut them out of their bending capabilities. It is an ability that requires much spell from Ares's curse before it can be utilised, and I didn't think anyone except Frederick himself can use it. At rare times, it can even be used to compel another bender to do what you want, more like a spell binder, turning them into your puppet. It is a different thing to manipulate another bender's brain into thinking they can't use their powers by cutting off some sensory nerves but to actually hinder—to block a bender from being able t

She grabbed Giselle's hand and asked worriedly, "Gigi, what happened to Harry? How did he end up in the hospital all of a sudden?" There was no sign of Danny among those who had come. He must have gone to take care of Cyrus personally. Brody cut in. "Mrs. Stone, please calm down. One of our classmates drugged Harry and tried to make him do something that he would regret." He had put it very ambiguously, but it was the truth. Moira asked after a moment's pause, "Was it with a female student?" She was guessing that it was. However, Brody shook his head. "It wasn't a female student. It was a guy named Cyrus."

His eyes, once amber and bold, now gleamed a sickly green, and his veins bulged like thorned roots beneath his skin. “Thane!” I surged forward, but the two guards—half-shadow, half-man—held me back with talon-like hands. My heart pounded, a war drum in my chest, as I watched my best friend collapse to his knees, claws erupting from his fingers, black horns curling from his head. Not wolf. Not man. Something… other. “What are you doing to him?!” Joanna screamed. The Head Witch’s voice came smooth and unbothered. “Fixing what should have never been broken. Power, dearest Joanna, always demands a shape. He offered himself, so I merely... reshaped him.”

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

I had been busy thinking of them, how I felt about them, what my thoughts were of the whole situation and more importantly, I hadn't been able to keep my mind off the sorceress. What had Quinn called her? I sighed. I didn't even know what to call the sorceress. He had said that she was a genderless dark wizard who could switch forms. It sent a shudder to me to know that someone could be a male or a female anytime they wished without going through an operation.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

Zayden’s P.O.V. The meaningful smile toying on Ciara’s lips flipped my stomach as I fully understood her meaning, the red thread in her hand made me gasp. I was worried hell for Helena, and she was trying to change my gender. “It is in your best interest, Alpha Zayden. Your scent will be undetectable due to this spell.” With multiple reasons like that, she convinced me to be Helly, the maid of the Royal Palace once again. Ciara completed the spell in record time and gave me a uniform. I was getting dressed when a baffled voice swore,

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”