Cordelia TG (Request)

Peter was sitting in his room alone. He was partway through the second playthrough of one of his favorite games, Fire Emblem: Awakening. In the game, he had just met Cordelia, the woman he had married in his previous game. He sighed in disappointment. Here was a beautiful girl in love with a Chrom, who could get married later in the game, but there was no matching system for the two. Even though the two had a fantastic chemistry, the game wouldn’t allow the marriage. It was impossible.

He closed his 3DS, left it to charge, and headed over to his local game shop. He didn’t want to keep playing the game if he couldn’t have the story play out how he wanted. Once inside the shop, he browsed the 3DS section looking for a new game to play, opting to put Awakening on hold. He was about to walk out in disappointment after not finding anything when he caught his eye on a new item on the shelf. He wouldn’t have paid much attention to the inconspicuous box if it weren’t for a name that he hadn’t seen in a very long time: Game Genie.

Peter was honestly surprised. He thought that the company went out of business long ago. He picked up the box to inspect it. The logo was different than he remembered, but it clearly said Game Genie in bright gold letters; underneath, a genie was rising out of a lamp and laughing. He flipped the box over to read the back. There wasn’t much there except “GUARANTEED TO WORK WITH ANY 3DS GAME!,”  “MAGIC CODE CREATING TECHNOLOGY: SPEAK INTO THE 3DS MICROPHONE AND ASK THE GENIE FOR YOUR WISH!,” and a price tag that read $20. That was enough to sell Peter. At that bargain price, even if this thing turned out to be a hunk of junk, he wouldn’t regret it too much. He brought the box up to the register, gave his credit card to the cashier, and bought the item.

Upon arriving home Peter was eager to inspect the Game Genie. He opened the box and inside was a small black box with two connectors, one male, and the other female. There weren’t any instructions inside, so he assumed that they would be on the device once you started using it. He put it into his 3DS and turned it on. On the start menu he selected the Play Game icon and was greeted with a prompt. PLEASE INSERT GAME. Peter looked around and grabbed the closest one he could find to test it out, which was Fire Emblem: Awakening. Plugging it into the Game Genies slot, his screen lit up with the logo for Fire Emblem and a line of text asking him to speak his code, or as it so eloquently put it, MASTER, SAY YOUR HEART’S DESIRES. Peter was getting excited now. This thing might actually work! He leaned into his 3DS and spoke. “I want Cordelia and Chrom to be able to marry.” He was greeted with an error message: MASTER, YOU MUST PHRASE YOUR DESIRE AS A WISH! Peter tried again. "I wish that I could see Cordelia married to Chrom.” His screen changed upon saying these words. WISH GRANTED, MASTER. Peter was practically dripping in anticipation when his screen went black and his 3DS started to smoke. He stood up in surprise, dropping the console on the floor, and heard a low laugh rumble out from its speakers. HA HA HA. Peter was wondering what the hell was going on when he felt a tingle all over his body.

Peter’s bedroom began to look much larger as he lost several inches of height. His new height was around 5’4”. Now petite, his clothes didn’t fit him. The size of collar of his shirt and the distance between his sleeves were just barely the right size to prevent his top from sliding off his shoulders. His shoes didn’t fit his smaller feet and his pants weren’t fairing much better. It was only because he was wearing a belt today that they didn’t slide off and merely rode much lower on his waist. There was zero tension in the elastic waistband of his Fruit of the Looms as his hips were now too small to push against the normally snug flexible underwear. His penis had shrunk along with the rest of his body and the flaccid dong had plenty of space inside of its roomy confines. Matching the changes to his body were the ones to his head, which proportionately complemented his body.

A shaggy mane of brown hair sprang from Peter’s head and lengthened until it reached below his hips. It began to change color, a dark red spreading from the roots all the way to his tips. He grabbed a handful of the wavy strands in confusion and examined them. The dark red hair had a brilliant luster and he could feel its silky smooth texture as he rubbed a few of the strands between his fingers. He tugged at a few of the hairs and felt a sharp pain on his scalp as they were ripped from his head, confirming that they were indeed attached to him. This was his hair now; he saw no sign of the short brown curly hair he had had since high school.

Peter had just grown several feet of luxurious hair and was not prepared to lose some. His stubble retracted into his jaw and neck as the roots of his facial hair disappeared. Peter had never been able to grow much of a beard before. Now he was incapable of ever trying again. His armpits, arms, chest, and legs were next. All traces of corporeal hair simply vanished. The only hair left below his neck was his jumble of pubes covering his private parts. He pulled his waistband forwards to look at them and was surprised to see a dark red forest around his crotch instead of the brown mat of hair he was used to seeing. The carpets now matched the drapes, so to speak. He felt a tingle from his nether regions and watched his pubic hair recede. Now there was only short red stubble separating his erogenous zones from his cotton underwear.

The next change affected his entire body. Peter’s skin subtly lightened in color and smoothened. The scar on his leg from when he has gashed it falling from his bicycle as a kid disappeared completely, as did his other bumps and bruises and cuts he had gained over the years as a record of his injuries. He was left with flawlessly smooth pale skin, free of blemishes. Suddenly, he realized how sensitive his new flesh was. With almost no hair on his body his every action caused his loose clothes to slide against his skin. The feeling of cloth on skin wasn’t a wholly foreign experience for Peter but for it to be so noticeable was an unusual and enticingly erotic one. Bringing some relief to his delicate skin was the development of several small scars and callouses scattered about on it. If a skin was a record of what a body experienced, then what kind of history could cause skin that was dangerously sensitive in some places and tough and hardened in others?

Despite going through such a drastic change Peter’s transformation was far from over. He let out a groan as his shoulders slenderized, his shirt barely clinging on to him. His arms lost muscle but somehow felt more toned. He might be even stronger now than he was before. He quickly flexed his arm and confirmed that he had a power in his arms that he didn’t before. Similar changes happened throughout his body. His legs gained a large amount of lean muscle, his calves becoming hard as iron and his thighs seemed to bristle with energy like a coiled spring. His core became thinner as he lost a small amount of fat and for the first time in Peter’s life he had a six-pack.

Peter was wondering what changes were happing next, and he was surprised when he felt his hips stretch, his pelvis widening. His rear became substantially curvier but still felt muscular. His legs followed suit, opting for a less streamlined silhouette in favor of on that bent towards his knees. His waist further slimmed down as he gained even more curves, leaving him with an hourglass figure.

The next alterations didn’t affect him but rather his clothes. His shirt stretched downwards and turned red and white as his sleeves broke off and hardened into leather that covered his arms and hands as long gloves. His belt contorted to become practically useless, with the ends intersecting at perpendicular angles. His lengthened shirt further lengthened into what looked like a skirt as it developed frills. His shoes became red and pink, fashionably complementing his upper apparel. They gained a sizable heel and turned into a pair of high boots that were secured above his knees by belts. His socks grew upwards and connected to his underwear by thin garter straps. His briefs transformed into a pair of panties that snuggly fit his rear and hips and would have fit even better if it weren’t for his straining member.

As if responding to its situation, his penis began to invert, and with a pop a pair of pink lips took its place. Peter moaned at this change and was tempted to inspect his crotch when he suddenly felt much heavier. Steel armor had materialized out of the air and was attaching itself to his chest and arms with leather straps. Of special note was his chest plate, which more aptly should have been called a breastplate given the two domes sticking out from it. These soon filled with a mass of expanding flesh and fat. He tentatively reached down towards his chest and underneath his armor and felt the soft flesh yield to the touch of his gauntlets. His sensitive chest, while small and only around what he assumed was a B cup, was sensitive, and the contrast of the cold metal of his gauntlets and the warm of their leather felt exceedingly strange against his skin.

Peter was distracted from his ministrations by the sudden change in scenery around him. It looked like the world was melting around him. His old twin mattress grew into a glorious canopied king bed as his bedroom expanded into a royal bedchamber. When the room had stopped changing, Peter focused his vision on a man who was in front of him. With a shock, he recognized the man’s face. Standing in front of him was a completely nude Chrom. Peter shrieked in surprise and was shocked by his voice, which sounded just like Cordelia’s.  He was completely flabbergasted at the situation he found himself in. Why had he had transformed into a girl, and why was Chrom in front of him without any clothes on!

As if to answer his question, he recalled a lifetime’s worth of memories all at once. He was remembering a life that wasn’t his. Years of being lonely and pushing her fellow Pegasus Knights away with her standoffish attitude, then becoming even lonelier after being the sole survivor of her squad in battle after a battle. A prince she was assigned to protect while being head over heels in love with him. Their time on the battlefield together and gradually bonding as comrades but her holding back from getting truly close to him because of her fear and doubts. Finally building up the strength to confess to him, which required more courage than she had ever needed on the battlefield, and him accepting her feelings as she cried tears of joy. Their wedding ceremony and vows, where each promised to keep the other safe. It was now a few days after the two had married, and she remembered returning to the royal palace with her husband to consummate their union. He had just finished undressing and she was about to do the same, and she was greatly looking forwards to sleeping with the man she loved for the first time.

Peter’s mind was in turmoil, the masculine superego battling against an invasive feminine id. His very identity was in doubt. He didn’t even know what pronoun to call himself, or if he was still Peter or if he was now Cordelia. He was no longer a man, but Peter couldn’t accept that he was, for all intents and purposes, now a she, complete with a vagina, breasts, and full female reproductive system.

“Cordelia? What’s wrong dear?” Chrom looked puzzled. Was his wife really so pure that she would look this embarrassed at seeing a man’s privates? He was confused but he was enjoying this cute side of Cordelia.

“N-nothing Chrom! I'm fine!”

Peter had no idea what to do about his current situation. He had gone from a young man to being married to Chrom and with his feelings for the man in front of him. He knew he should have been disgusted seeing Chrom’s naked body, but instead his lust only grew; after all, this was her husband, the man she had loved for years. This should have been a dream come true for her, but she was still hesitating. Peter shook his head. His face blushing furiously, he tried to tell himself that he still liked women, but he couldn’t deny this body’s arousal for the man in front of him.

Peter knew what she wanted and he tried his hardest to resist, but Cordelia's arousal proved to be too strong. Overcoming the doubts in her mind, she took a step towards her husband and placed her hand on his chest as she leaned in to kiss his lips. Chrom returned her affections and the two engaged in a long, passionate embrace. After what seemed like an eternity for the two, the couple separated. Cordelia shyly grabbed her husband's hand and led him towards the bed. She sat down on the sheets as her husband removed her armor and support cloth. Her small breasts spilled out, eager to be released from their cage. Her large nipples were erect and inviting. Chrom accepted the invitation and fondled Cordelia's tits. She let out a cute moan and sensed a heat building in her loins in response which only further enticed Chrom. He pushed aside his wife's dripping wet underwear, spread her legs, and plunged his fully erect member into her waiting pussy.

With a startled yelp that sounded endearingly cute in her high-pitched voice, Peter realized that Chrom was inside of her. She felt a sharp pain as her hymen was torn by his dick, and a small trickle of blood seeped out from her vagina. A groan of discomfort escaped her lips, causing Chrom to stop his advance.
He had heard that a couple’s first time was often rough on the woman and he thought he would be prepared for this, but seeing the face his wife in pain stirred his heart. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“I’m fine. Please, it’s okay,” Cordelia responded. Chrom looked so cute when he was concerned about someone, and she blushed at the realization that she was the target of his concern.

“Alright then. I’m continuing.”

He began to rhythmically move his groin, the wet noise of slapping genitals sounding throughout the quarters as a musical backdrop for the couple’s intimate dance. Both Peter and Cordelia were feeling hot and strange. For Peter, it was because this felt so much different than when she was a guy, while Cordelia had never been intimate with a man and this experience was new for her. She could feel her insides stirring from his every thrust. After a few minutes she felt Chrom's dick swell for a second time. Chrom let out a grunt and then she had a feeling of warmth shoot into her womb.

“Ehehe, I'm going to have my husband's baby,” Cordelia muttered with a dopey grin on her face. She had never shown such a shameful side of her personality to anyone before and she was loving it.

Though Chrom had just cum inside of her he showed no signs of slowing down and continued his penetration. Cordelia began to gyrate her hips around wildly and wrapped her legs around his muscular waist, surrendering to a primal instinct that drove her to seek even greater pleasure. She was so horny she couldn't control her body. By now, the air in her lungs was coming out in ragged breaths. Though nearly lost in her lust, she faintly understood that she was at her limit. The remaining part of her brain not drowning in a flood of female hormones tried to hold out. Peter felt like he would lose something very important if he came here but it was to no use. With a muffled scream she bucked her hips and climaxed. The orgasm was like nothing she had ever experience before. It shot through her entire body like an electric shock and she tensed nearly all her muscles in response. She felt another flood of warmth fill her belly. Groaning, Chrom pulled out and rolled over on the bed. The waves of pleasure seemed endless but eventually passed. The couple, lying on their sides and looking each other in the eyes, kissed again, then extinguished their lights and closed their eyes. Peter lay in bed thinking to herself. Maybe she could live with this life after all. She smiled and went to sleep next to her husband. She was excited for what tomorrow would bring.