Mirror

"This is too perfect!" Harry giggled in Fiona's body he now possessed. He always envied how good life is as Fiona. Her parents were rich, she's always spoiled with luxury stuffs, while on the other hand, Harry's parents weren’t always on his side. 

"I'm Fiona" he said in his new voice, still unused to how Fiona's voice escaped his lips. He stood there standing admiring his new skin, before one of her maid walked in bringing her dress.

"Miss Fiona, here’s your dress as requested. Your father will be expecting you downstairs for the gala" the maid said then left.

Harry picked up the beautiful red dress, and excited to put it on as he'll assume Fiona's life from now on.