The sky shook with thunder, and Robin looked up to see the aerial battles being found by pegasus knights from both sides. Part of him had always envied the fighters, their ability to command their steeds to fly through such complex flight patterns, and come out unharmed. A sound to his right alerted him to the presence of an enemy previously unseen, an assassin in red. Startled at being spotted, the foe charged towards him, brandishing his dagger. He tried reaching for his sword, but he didn't have time. He would have died, had Cordelia not dive-bombed from the sky, jumping from her mount to tackle the cut-throat. Robin looked at his comrade to thank her, only to see the man's knife buried in her chest, her eyes clouding over. Robin reached out to her, and the world fell away.



Robin blinked his eyes a little as he woke up. That was an odd dream. He went over the events again, coldly. How had he been ambushed like that? He'd need to work on his hand-to-hand skills. Then it hit him: why wasn't he freaking out? He just dreamed of a close friend dying while trying their hardest to save him. Surely a nightmare of that caliber deserved some cold sweat, maybe a scream? But no matter how long he thought of that, he wasn't scared. Just perturbed that something like that could actually happen.

It was at that moment Robin realized he was parched, and slipped out of his bed. He walked over to the glass pitcher, and poured some water. An improperly hydrated soldier was one who wasn't at peak condition, he thought, and that shall not be him. As he drank the water, his eyes wandered around the room to the mirror, and he froze. The mirror wasn't reflecting him, but instead Cordelia, in her nightgown. He stopped sipping the water and sat the cup down on the table, trying to puzzle this out.

He moved, and Cordelia did too. Robin looked down and saw Cordelia's lithe body in place of his. So, that explained that. He was Cordelia now. He concentrated a little, trying to take note of the new positions of his limbs, of the new sensations of his body. He didn't feel anything in his undergarments, so that ruled out a stay in gender. Robin was definitely a woman now.

It was odd, really, how unsurpised she was at this. Surely changing bodies isn't something that happens every day. She thought back to when Cordelia first joined the squad, of how Robin had watched her move. Part of it was admiration, but much of it was lust. Robin hadn't met his own wife at that time, and Cordelia had barely met Lon'qu. She was an attractive woman, and now that Robin was her, maybe it was a good chance to sneak a peak.

She turned back towards the mirror, and took off her bra. Something about how easy it was, about the lack of trepidation in her movements, was strange. Robin looked at her bare breasts, and didn't feel anything. Well, that wasn't exactly accurate. She felt a small surge of pride that Robin had thought them attractive earlier, some satisfaction that they weren't large enough to interfere with her fighting, but no lust, no attraction. That made sense, Robin supposed. She sighed, thinking of how foolish she was being. Really, she changes bodies and her first thought was that she should be a pervert? Robin was a little ashamed at herself.

Robin turned towards that idea, now. She'd never really that proud when she'd been a man. She'd been easy-going, happy, relaxed. She sighed at that. How could she have been so naive? Her musculature was far below standard, and her sword fighting had been barely passable, at best. Now that Robin thought about it, she couldn't imagine watching from the back of a battle, shouting orders. No, her role was to protect the tactician, protect the prince, protect her husband.

That thought struck Robin as a little odd. Her husband? Well, Lon'qu and Cordelia were married, but...she turned to look at him, asleep on the floor. He was fully clothed, but his choice of attire didn't do much to conceal his muscled form. Robin felt a blush begin in her cheeks, and a wet desire blossoming in-between her thighs. So, Robin was attracted to men now. She thought on that. Robin wasn't a tactician anymore, didn't think like she used to, and wasn't attracted to the same people she used to be. By her logic, she wasn't really Robin anymore. She could vividly remember being him, but she wasn't. She was Cordelia, a pegasus knight.

Pleased to finally have that settled, Cordelia got back into bed, and went back to sleep. Tomorrow was a new day, one with limitless potential for her to improve herself. She was happy.




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