I looked down at the ground and thought “It looks closer somehow…” I looked over at Corrine who just kept rubbing her cheek with a confused look on her face. The lighting in the bar was shitty but it looked like her auburn hair was somehow getting not only darker, but shorter. Shadows were playing heck with my vision because it looked like she was growing a beard.

“Oh No!” I heard her say rather loudly. She was vigorously rubbing her cheeks now. “Is this…is this…stubble?!” she yelled looking around in a panic.

The oddest thing to me was that she also seemed to be getting bigger. I looked at the middle of her body and I saw that her Mischief Managed t-shirt was rising up and exposing her stomach and even that didn’t look right to me. It didn’t look like the pale and soft skin I was used to seeing; instead it looked hard and flat but it appeared that a line a thick dark hair now ran up and around her belly button.

“Corrine!” I said trying to get her attention but my voice didn’t carry like it should; it sounded soft and weak and frankly very high in pitch.

“What the…?” I said looking down. The floor had gotten a lot closer now and I saw that my jeans were pooled up and so baggy that they were barely staying up. I flapped my arms and nearly screamed as my Slytherin t-shirt was now hanging on me like a sail and still getting bigger “What’s happening to me?!” I yelled in a voice that to me sounded like a little girl’s voice.

Corrine was slapping at her body and trying not to rip out of her shirt as muscles came across her chest arms and back. She was a full head taller than me and still growing even though I had been a foot taller than her a few minutes ago. I was shrinking down from 6’3” and she was growing up from 5’3”.

“Mark!” she screamed at me “What’s going on?! You look like…!” she froze up on the final word and simply pointed down at me.

“Corrine?” I looked up at her in confusion as her face broadened; she now sported a full thick brown beard around flat lips and a broad flat nose. Her large green eyes were now narrow and brown with ruddy cheeks and thick masculine brow line with bushy eyebrows.

Her long auburn hair now rode close to her head in a brown crew cut “What’s happening to us?” she repeated putting her hands out in front of both of us.

I looked at her thick fingers and calloused palms before looking past those up her hairy forearms and to her flat and broad chest.

“My boobs!” she yelled as she pulled her shirt away from her and looked down the front of it “They’re fucking gone”. She slapped at her chest and hit the padding of her empty bra beneath her shirt which was now pulled taut across her chest.

That was when her eyes opened in shock and she looked down at the front of her shorts.

Corrine’s hips and ass had flattened and pulled in but her waist had gone out. Now a bulge appeared in the front of her pants and I could see her blush even behind her thick beard.

I continued to get smaller and smaller. I felt hair brushing past my cheeks and I grabbed at the growing locks as they went by. Light blonde hair entwined around my fingertips; fingertips that were tiny and impossibly small to me.

I was swimming in my clothes and about to fall over because of the weight of them on my dwindling body “What do I look like?!” I squealed out sounding whiny and childish.

Corrine was still lost in the fact that she had a penis now. Her fingers probed at it through her denim shorts and I could see her shaking from the thoughts running through her mind.

I only came up to the middle of her chest when my pants slipped off of me but my shirt was hanging down so low nobody would see anything anyway.

I lifted up my shirt though and saw that my legs were skinny, pale and hairless. I struggled as I shimmied my little body up and out of my massive piled of jeans, socks and shoes. Once free, I slapped my hands up to my cheeks in shock. My legs were skinny and short and my feet were tiny little things capped off my pink toenail polish.

It hit me then that my hands were pressed up against soft and hairless cheeks too. “Lone blonde hair…tiny hands and feet…skinny little legs…” I thought as my hand now shot to the middle of my shirt. I slapped down and felt nothing “I’m a little girl!” I yelled finally snapping Corrine’s attention my way.

“Holy shit Mark” her deep booming voice said “You look like you’re about 6 year old girl!”

“And you look like a giant dude!” I yelled back at her. I could look straight ahead and see her large hairy legs pressing out of the bottoms of her shorts and her now big and bulky feet absolutely crushing her size 7 sandals.

There was a Budweiser mirror on the wall that she spun toward and looked into “My God…I’m a big hairy guy!” She looked down and then hooked her hands under my armpits and easily lifted me up so I could see in the mirror.

“AH! I am a little girl!” my voice was anything but convincing as I slapped my hands against my rosy round cheeks. I ran my tongue over an open spot in my gums as I was missing my right front tooth.

Corrine put me down and I said “What are you…the winner of the Hagrid look-alike contest”

“Very funny…at least I don’t look like I just got out of diapers…it doesn’t look like you’d even get a letter from Hogwarts for another 5 years in your condition”

I pouted and crossed my arms “Now what do we do?” I whined.

“Well real Polyjuice potion lasts an hour so…” Corrine said looking around.

“But what if this isn’t just Polyjuice potion…what if we’re stuck like this?” I asked.

She whipped her shirt off as well as her tight shorts. She grabbed my jeans and shoes and put them on. She used her large body like a shield to cover me as she put her shirt and shorts on me. They were still way too big but we found a discarded black cloak and she made me wear that too as I stood barefoot in the corner of a bar where I was now 15 years too young to order in.

She put on my shirt and said “At least now we’re decent” as I toed her huge sandals.

A waitress walked by and said “I’m sorry sir but you should probably take your daughter back outside…she’s too young to be in here”

“Oh I’m sorry…Come on Mandy” she said to me as she put a meaty hand on my back and ushered me outside.

A witch’s hat sat on a bench and Corrine picked it up and put it on my head where it rode down to the tops of my ears. I shuffled along in her clothes as she laughed next to me “This is so weird…we look like a Dad and Daughter duo out for a good wholesome evening of fun”

“I just hope it wears off in the next hour” I said as I sulked and pouted my way down the street and through the crowds where everyone was bigger than me.

“Don’t worry…I’ll take good care of you until then” she said holding onto my shoulder “but until then, maybe we should get you entered in to the kid’s potion class to see if you can mix up an antidote”

“Very funny” I deadpanned.