The wind swept through the battlefield, blowing Robin's hair to the east. He heard a cry from behind him, and turned to see an enemy cloaked in red that had gotten through their defenses. Robin reached for his sword, but he was too tired, too weary. His silver blade swept up in an arc to meet his foe's own blade a second too late: he was finished. Or, he would have been. From out of the air, Sumia fell in a divebomb, taking the hit and skewering the enemy with her lance. The soldier fell dead, but it was too late. Robin looked to his friend, and saw the blood leaking from the wound. She looked up at him weakly, unable to speak. Robin's eyes filled with tears. How did this happen? Could it have been prevented? His eyes wandered to the silver pocket-watch lying on the dirt ground, it must have fallen out of his pocket. Several of his tears, and some of Sumia's blood, had fallen onto it. If only he could change things. If only it hadn't turned out like this. Immediately, the hands of the clock started to move rapidly in reverse. There was a flash of light, and then darkness.



Robin woke up, his head on a pillow, his hair splayed out around him. He sat up and yawned, wondering what that weird dream was about. Then it hit him: his hair is barely shoulder length, how did it surround him while he slept? Robin moved his tired eyes and tried to focus on his hair. It was dark, probably black. That woke Robin up. He had white hair...didn't he?

He jumped up, and noticed something odd. This wasn't his tent. He looked around, and saw a harness for a pegasus, as well as a bookshelf that had a number of books he had never read before. He looked down, at saw he was wearing a nightgown, and that a modest pair of breasts hung from his chest. He blushed and immediately tried to cover up, hoping no one saw his brief moment of immodesty. That struck him as odd. Robin had never been too shy, or cared too much about what others thought. Why did the thought of someone seeing him right now strike him with fear?

Setting that aside, he looked further down and recognized the body. It was Sumia's through and through. He had her narrow waist, her wide hips, her full butt, her long legs, her...he briefly checked his crotch and confirmed that his previous equipment was gone. Robin was a man no longer. She stood up, and looked in the small mirror that sat on one of the tables. Curiosity overtook him, and she stripped out of her clothes, trying to fully examine her new body. She turned around, looking at her feminine behind, and even groped her new breasts, but the sensations did nothing for her. She didn't find herself attractive anymore.

Robin heard approaching footsteps and quickly hid inside her sleeping bag. What if someone saw her? What if it's the real Sumia? Would she be mad at me? How did this happen? Any more questions were swept away by the entrance of Prince Chrom, wearing not his usual military garb but instead more casual clothes. They showed off his muscles, tight and lean, and Robin could see the outline of his equipment in his boxers. She felt her face heat up, as well as her crotch. He's really hot! Part of Robin wanted to find that odd. Chrom was her best friend before, now whipso chango he's a girl and now she's attracted to him? But she couldn't deny it, seeing him looking down at her like that really revved up her engine, so to speak.

Chrom smiled down at her. "Oh, hello honey." His gaze shifted to the clothes scattered on the floor, and he realized she was naked under the cloth. "Sumia, I'm surprised. You're not usually this forward and eager at this time of morning." He started to strip out of his clothes. "Not that I'm complaining. I like it."

At this point Robin was blushing like crazy. Chrom thought she was his wife! Well, she guessed, she sort of was. The right thing to do would be to make the truth plain, to tell him the-

Those thoughts stopped as Chrom bent down and kissed Robin on the mouth, hard. She hesitated for maybe a second, before giving in and kissing him back. She could focus on that stuff later. Right now she had an itch that needed to be scratched.



A little over half an hour later, Robin lay in her tent next to her husband. Chrom was asleep, the "exercise" had tired him out. Now that she was feeling more satisfied, she decided to try and puzzle out what happened. So, was the dream not really a dream? Had Sumia really died, and that watch changed things? How could she change back?

Of course, that was the question: Did Robin want to change back? Sure, life as Robin was great, but what she'd just experienced...she wasn't sure she could ever give that up. Maybe she could still be a tactician like this? She tried thinking of how to influence the next battle, make it so she wouldn't die again. But just as she started the first phases, she felt a little sick. Sending her friends off away from her, possibly to die? Their lives left up to luck? She thought back to all those who had died from her decisions before: Ricken, Gaius, Nowi, Anna. Robin shook with fear. She couldn't send them out to die. Never again. She looked at the saddle, thinking of Sumia's pegasus. It had never occurred to Robin before how majestic the animal really was. With the speed she would give Robin, she could save her friends herself, and never stand by idly again!

Her mind was decided, then. As much as she remembered being Robin, doing those things, she wasn't him any more. Now she was Sumia, and her job was to protect her friends, to protect her husband, her children. Only one last loose end.

She dressed quickly and quietly, then snuck over to what was once her tent. Despite the fact she hadn't been a woman for even an hour yet, Sumia didn't feel to odd walking around with her breasts and hips and whatnot. Maybe it was the changes, maybe it was the fact her breasts weren't so large they encumbered her walking. She thought about that for a second. As a guy she'd loved girls with large breasts, but now that she had a somewhat small pair of her own, she didn't really see the appeal.

Sumia reached what was once her own tent, and entered. Inside she found her old body, asleep and lying next to an unconscious Maribelle. She sneaked over and shook her naked former body awake. Now that she saw if from the female perspective, she could see why her former wife found him attractive. His boyish look did have some appeal, though Sumia couldn't help comparing him to the much more manly Chrom, the thought of his shirtless body giving her a shiver of desire once more.

Her old body shifted, and the eyes opened. They widened, then gestured Sumia to go outside. He quickly dressed, and they met outside the tent to talk. "So, it happened to you too?" he asked.

So it had happened to both of them! "Sumia, that's you? What were you doing with Maribelle?"

Sumia(?)'s cheeks turned a bright red. "Oh, that. Well...you know Mari. She's got...quite an appetite. I imagine Chrom was the same." Now it was Sumia's turn to blush. She couldn't deny that. "That's what I thought. So, I don't know about you, but I think I want to stay this way. The sex is really good and all, but I'm smarter now. I can help everyone without dying myself." Robin looked at Sumia. "Are you okay with that?"

Sumia let out a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad you suggested that! I'm perfectly happy taking your place, I think I'm going to like it!" They both smiled, when they heard Maribelle start to stir.

"Oh, she'll be really cross if I'm not there when she waked up." Robin stood there awkwardly for a second before saying, "Enjoy the new life and all."

Sumia smiled. "You too."


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