It was quite chilly in the morning. Harry also felt a bit conscious of his baggy look, wearing a training suit about two sizes bigger than him, yet it seemed to be warmer than one that fitted well. Elsa came out of her cabin just seconds later, wearing a very fashionable training suit that hugged her body, making Harry aware of the feminine body that started forming in there.
"You look very nice," he complimented her. Elsa just blushed, feeling sorry she couldn't return the compliment.
The morning exercise was not too difficult for either of them, yet they felt like each and every muscle in their body got a chance to take part in it. The instructor made sure that they all did the cool-down exercises at the end, and then suggested they take a shower before going for breakfast.
Walking back to their cabins, Harry noticed that Elsa's face was still quite rosy from the exercise and the cold. He thought she looked even prettier that way but said nothing.
They only stayed in their cabins long enough to fetch a change of clothes and a towel along with their toilet bag. None of their cabin mates seemed to have woken yet.
The showers were at the floor above the dining room, on opposite ends of the corridor, with some storage rooms in-between, assuring no peeping between the genders. In a way, Harry found them quite similar to the showers in the dorms. He washed well, hoping that the fragrant soap would leave him smelling nice. He wondered why he suddenly found that so important.
It took Elsa much longer to come out of the showers, and Harry noticed that she also combed her hair differently. He wasn't sure what exactly was different, but he liked the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders in golden waves.
The day didn't seem to get much warmer after breakfast. It seemed to turn into a cloudy day with some light drizzles, unsuitable for outdoor activity. The billboard announced some social games scheduled for the morning and a physical fitness lesson was to take place in the indoor gym. Elsa didn't like either offer. "Let's go to the library. We may find something more interesting there," she said, once again reminding him of Hermione.
Harry found some books about football, basketball, and tennis, just to keep the pretence of being interested in joining a team. Elsa seemed interested in some books about sewing. He wondered if many girls found that interesting.
An hour later, Elsa stretched, making him once again aware of her budding breasts. "I think that's enough of reading for one morning. The rain has stopped, so we might as well take a walk in the fresh air."
Hermione would never say that, Harry thought. When leaving the building, they met her cabin mates coming in. "We're going to watch television," they said. "Want to join us?"
"Maybe a bit later," Elsa said.
"Alright. Have fun."
Harry also noticed his cabin mates playing some computer game together. They seemed oblivious to anything else.
"I think I can change some of your clothes to fit you better," Elsa said when they were approaching their cabins. "Let's start with a pair of trousers and see if I can do it. Go fetch one pair while I prepare my sewing kit."
"You don't need to bother, you know," He told her.
"It's not much of a bother. I need the experience. Besides, I've seen no other boy whom I may like, so we're stuck together for a few weeks, and I'd rather be seen with a well-dressed partner."
Harry blushed at her words. He really liked being with her, and she implied that she liked him too. It was nice being liked for himself and not for something he had no knowledge of. Still, he didn't want to seem too eager.
"What if I find some other girl whom I may like better?"
"Good for you, only I don't think you have much choice either. Among our age mates, you seem to like me the best and there are no girls younger than us at the camp. I don't believe the older girls will pay much attention to you either, so you're stuck with me." She had a triumphant smile on her face and Harry found it very pretty.
"Now, go fetch your worst pair and come to my cabin. Let's see what I can make of it."
It only took him a moment to grab a pair of trousers and go back. Elsa had already prepared her sewing kit and was waiting for him with a measuring tape.
"It would be best if I could measure you when wearing your swimsuit," she noted, "but I believe we can first try this way. It's less embarrassing."
She measured his waist and his hips and the outer seam. She then apologized, "I also need to measure the inner seam. Sorry if this may be uncomfortable."
Harry actually liked the way she measured him. Her light touches seemed to warm his body, almost as if she was caressing him, yet measuring the inner seam meant she would have one hand at his crotch... While it could feel good, like the rest, he was afraid of the way his body might react, yet there was no way to avoid it.
Elsa acted quickly, trying to make the embarrassing moment as short as possible, and avoided looking at his crotch for several more minutes. Harry felt thankful for her being so considerate.
"I'll have to see how I can do this. I'm not very experienced at sewing, certainly not at menswear." Elsa sounded less confident than before.
"You really don't need to do it," he said.
"Oh, I'll do it, alright. It may only take a bit longer than expected. Now, take that book from the drawer and read it while I try to figure out the best way to tackle this job."
She took his trousers to the large table, where the rest of her sewing kit was. Harry sighed and opened the drawer to take the book.
"If you feel better reading it alone, you may take it to your cabin. I'll call you when I finish, or when it's time for lunch – whatever comes first."
Harry felt safer to read the book alone, without fearing she would notice some unbecoming reaction of his body. He'd heard it was natural, but he still felt embarrassed by that, especially if somebody else could see it.
Lying on his bed, he tried to clear his mind of any stray thoughts and concentrate solely on the book he was holding. He decided to start with the male part – it was first anyway, and it was not as embarrassing as the female part. After about an hour of reading, he could honestly say that he understood his body better, as well as those uncontrolled reactions he sometimes had to a simple touch, like that measurement.
Elsa came in a few minutes later, holding his trousers with a triumphant smile. "Try it! I'm almost certain I did it right."
Harry took the garment and moved to the toilet, where he changed, finding the modified trousers were really a much better fit. He couldn't judge if they were the best, but they really seemed to look on him the way he'd seen in advertisements.
"That's almost perfect!" Elsa exclaimed when he came out, wearing the modified trousers. "Only a good tailor could make them any better." She was so content with her work that Harry had to smile.
"It really fits very well and feels much more comfortable than before," he told her. "Thank you very much for your effort."
"Oh, that's no effort, and I did it for me as much as for you. Come, let's eat now!"
Harry put the book in his drawer and hid it with a shirt before going with Elsa. He didn't want anybody to see it by chance.
The weather seemed to change while they were busy. The sun was shining and the wind ceased. They met Elsa's cabin mates at lunch. "It's so nice outside. Do you want to go to the beach?" one of the girls asked.
"Sure! I need some tanning," Elsa said.
"You're the most tanned of us," Zoe said.
"But I'm a blonde. I need to be more tanned."
Harry wasn't sure he could join them. The only swimsuit in his suitcase was way too large for him. He couldn't possibly be seen wearing it. Elsa seemed to understand. "Need to modify your swim trunks?"
He nodded.
"I'll let the girls go ahead and then work on the trunks. It will only take a few minutes. They are easier to change than the trousers."
"Thanks."
The three girls didn't stay long in the cabin. They just took a beach bag each and hurried to the beach. Harry remembered that there were changing cabins on the beach. They probably planned to use them.
Elsa came a moment later. Harry gave her his swim trunks, looking apologetic.
"You can come with me and change in the toilet room there. It's the same as the one here, I'm sure."
She still needed to measure his thighs, to make sure they would fit nicely, yet Harry managed to control his body this time, causing no embarrassment.
While she was busy with her sewing, Harry looked around more attentively. The cabin was the same as the other ones, yet the girls made it look different. They each had some decorations hanging on the wall, near their beds. One had a large doll sitting on her bed. Another put a photo of a couple – probably her parents – on the nightstand, and Elsa had a few books on the nightstand, one of them having a bookmark tugged in.
"It's ready!" he heard Elsa. "Try it on."
He was surprised she did it so quickly, yet a few minutes later she was admiring the way he looked in his modified trunks.
Harry had not paid much attention to the other girls before, yet reaching the beach, it was impossible to ignore them. All three were wearing bikinis, two of them filling them quite nicely, while the third still had childish proportions. Although he didn't feel attracted to any of them (the book said it would probably take him at least another year before he felt such attraction) he was quite interested to see the differences.
He was almost shocked when Elsa removed the top of her bikini, revealing her budding chest. "Nobody bothers with the tops on French beaches," she said.
It was becoming quite hot in the sun after staying on the beach for a while. Harry could see some sweat droplets on the skins of the girls, yet none seemed to contemplate a dip in the lake. They just turned around, alternately exposing their fronts or their backs to the sun.
"Don't you want to go into the lake?" he finally asked.
"No. It's quite muddy near the shore, making it dangerous, and the water is too cold," one answered.
"Although you may like it better if we wet our bikinis," another said teasingly. Harry noticed that she was wearing a white bikini. If wet, it would probably look somewhat transparent... He gulped hard at the thought.
Looking around, he noticed several more girls trying to get some suntan, yet only Elsa was doing it topless. 'She would have been sorted to Gryffindor, had she attended Hogwarts,' he thought.
About an hour later, the weather seemed to change again. The wind got stronger, bringing some dark clouds with it. The beach got empty almost at once. Elsa and Harry stayed last.
"Don't you mind being the only one who exposes her chest?" he asked her.
"I wasn't the only one. You were also bare-chest."
"Well, you were the only girl not wearing a top."
"Did it bother you? It didn't bother me. I have nothing to be ashamed of. If it wasn't forbidden, I would have removed the bottom too."
"But why?"
She shrugged. "I like feeling free. Is that wrong?"
Harry considered her question. "No, it's not wrong, but others may consider you light-headed or even immoral."
"Well, it's their problem, not mine. Now, let's hurry back or the rain may catch us."
They made it to the girls' cabin, and then a downpour started, disallowing Harry to reach his cabin. The girls didn't seem to mind. They went into the toilet room to change one by one, returning in only knickers and bras, that covered about the same as their bikinis. Harry felt very confused. Had he and the girls been a bit older, it would have been a blessing, and possibly torture too, for him, if what he read in the book was correct. At the moment, he was only confused by their behaviour.