The Red Orb - Mia

I immediately tapped the red orb icon, only to be shown an unfamiliar pop-up.

“Please enter the name of the hero you desire.”

“Hm. Must be how FEHacks works.” I guessed. I never actually saw anything on the page of how the program actually got me the heroes I wanted. “Now, which one do I want the most…?”

There actually wasn’t much to guess. My favorite character was Mia, the mercenary swordswoman from Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn. She also happened to be one of the better units in the game – and was incredibly cute to boot. I remember being so excited when she was announced; her artwork was great, and she received some very powerful skills. The only thing that I disliked was her voice. It sounded so different from the one I had in my head, and I couldn’t get over it.

“Psh, I bet even I could have a better Mia voice than the one they gave her.” I boasted as I typed her name in the box. I then tapped the ‘confirm’ button. “Alright, let’s see if this thing’s all it’s cracked up to be.”

For a second I thought the game froze. It just sat there, stuck on the summon screen. But then the orb began to shine in a bright white light.

“Yes! It worked!” I shook the screen with excitement. But as I watched the light fill my screen I thought it looked…brighter…than normal.

“Wait, what?” I stood holding my phone in shock as the screen began to shine with the same bright light, as if somehow my phone’s backlight had been increased by a crazy amount. Soon it looked like the light was actually expanding out of my phone. “Wha…whaaaaaaaaa!”



I couldn’t help but yell as the white light enveloped me. Suddenly I was standing in a white expanse, covered in what I could only describe as a tingling feeling. I began to breath in rapid, shallow succession, part in panic, and part in reaction to the feeling spreading over me.

“What…what the hell is goingAH!” I slapped my hands over my mouth. My voice – it had changed several octaves mid-sentence! It became higher, and while it had a tomboyish sound it was definitely feminine.

“My…my voice! It sounds…” my eyes widened in shock as I realized that I recognized the voice. It sounded just like Mia’s!

Before I could even begin to process I watched as my hands became smaller and slender before my eyes. They shrank in both width and length, but as my nails lengthened they gave the digits a lengthy appearance. My arms began to follow suit, as they also became slim and smooth. As my blonde hair faded from the surface – leaving it soft to the touch, my muscles became somewhat thicker, the fat reducing to pure muscle capable of swinging a heavy iron blade. I turned my hands over as gloves of black and orange cloth began to materialize around them, creeping up past the wrist in a loose orange cuff. I felt a thin black fabric begin sliding its way up my newly feminine arms, stopping halfway up my bicep as several orange, leather straps slid themselves snugly around my wists.

“Oh my god!” I cried in my still-unfamiliar voice. “I’m turning in to Mia!”

Next my shoulders shrank inward, becoming defined but much more sloped than broad. Slowly my grey t-shirt sleeves began to shrink in towards my torso. My waist then snapped inward, narrowing near the top of my hips and causing me to arch forward slightly. My hips meanwhile began to flair outward, pressing firmly against the rough fabric of my blue denim jeans with a series of pops and cracks that made me clench my teeth. As I felt my slight beard begin to fade, my view was drawn to an intensifying feeling in my feet. Looking downward, I saw as my dark grey Vans begin to rise off the ‘floor’ as the heels began to thicken. While the tips of my shoes – and my feet with them – began to shrink closer towards me, the round toes began to square up and become a solid black leather. I felt myself pushed upward as the soles grew more thick with treads for texture, and a slight heel rising in the back. The flaps fused to form a solid surface, the laces combining and fading into a single silver zipper.

As the mouth of the shoes began creeping up past my ankles, my pants shot up my legs. As they did, the legs themselves lost their thick, stocky appearance and became slender and taught. I winced again as they themselves lengthened, while my torso shrank – overall, I guessed that I had shrunk several inches but retained a fairly long-legged appearance (in stark contrast to my previously stocky male figure). My thighs became thicker with that same toned muscle as my jeans became shorts, slowing their march upward just above my knees.

My shoes continued to grow upward, but became much looser past my ankles as the leather relaxed past the zipper. Despite my newly short, narrow feet, my bottoms were dominated by the pair of black boots (with newly formed metal straps). However, just like with the gloves, a sheer black fabric began to swallow my lower legs. My socks had become tights, sliding their way over my slender, hairless legs until they began to approach my pants. They then shot up underneath, but stopped about halfway up my thighs. I both saw and felt the ends thicken into leather, tightening under a similar, belt-like strap underneath that held them in their skin-tight state.

Suddenly I felt a tickling on my forehead, and my attention was shifted just above my eyeline.

“Uwah!” I cried, more startled than in pain, as my dark-brown hair began sagging down towards my face. The rigid shape of my swept-back ‘poof’ of hipster-esque hair faded almost instantly as bangs exploded down in front of and around my face. The tips began lightening into a deep blue that was instantly recognizable as Mia’s hair. It swished past my cheeks and hung in a cute swoop just past my brow, while the extended bits swished their way past my oddly-smooth cheeks until they hung in strands just above my shoulders. The back also burst forth, sliding down my narrow neck (which had, sometime during the process, lost the adams apple) and down to the small of my back in one big, blue ‘swish.’

I felt my head beginning to shrink into a much narrower, cuter shape, but a pressing feeling in my chest. “Oh…oh no,” I began to stammer in Mia’s voice, “no, no, nononono!”

My shirt – which had begun to squeeze my body snugly as it re-shaped into a black, sleeveless top – began to rise right above my chest. As the top became a thick cotton, its collar rising up my neck, I grasped my ‘pecs’ as they began to swell, larger and larger, into large globes of flesh. I squeezed my new breasts in shock, still refusing to believe they were real even as they were held firmly in place as a thin, tight black bra materialised around them.

“B-boobs?!? I have…boobs?”

Meanwhile, more fabric began to materialize over my black top. An even narrower, sleeveless strip of orange and gold fabric formed in the center, covering most of the black top as it began to extend both upwards and downwards. As the collar formed around my neck like an orange halo, the bottom fused with my shorts – which quickly slipped halfway up my thighs – and gained two additional pieces that flared out at my waist and stretched downward to make something reminiscent of a skirt, attached by a series of brown straps and a large, black leather belt that slid snugly around my torso and cinched itself in such a way that it left me with a shallow – albeit very feminine – hourglass figure.

My face continued to reshape as well. I felt my chin become narrower and shallower, making my face and cheeks appear much rounder as a whole. My eyes grew larger, shimmering as they shifted to (what I assumed to be) Mia’s bright aquamarine color. My eyebrows became thin and blue, matching my hair, and my lashes became thick, dark, and defined to make my eyes look both bigger and brighter. My lips grew cuter and slimmer, and my nose shrank to a small, button-like shape as my ears followed suit. I felt two distinct ‘pop’s as small beads of silver were inserted into my lobes. As a white band of cloth found its way wrapped around the crown of my head, I found myself looking my new body over. Appearance-wise, I looked exactly like Mia.

“Is…is that it?” I said in a hushed tone, almost afraid that I would incur some sort of punishment. I stood with my legs braced wide, my hands spread similarly as if to balance my new form.

As fate would have it, there was one, crucial component that I had forgotten. As the tingling reduced to focus on my groin it became almost warm – not painfully mind you, more like a…massage. I immediately snapped my thighs together and sunk down as I felt my unit begin shrinking into my body.

“N-no!” I cried, willing it to stop, “not…not there! I…I…ah!” I grew red at my girlish cries as I felt things begin to reshape, and a small, warm, slit form between my legs. The crevice grew deeper, and I felt my insides reshaping into a more fitting set of organs to match my new body.

“I…I don’t…want to be a giiiirrrrllll!” I whined as the tingling – and the transformation – finally finished.

Still, I felt the urge to stand back up. My head was spinning. Part of me hoped that this was all a dream, and yet the other part knew very well that it felt real. In my confused state I felt something attach itself to my right hip – a small satchel – and then my body bounced as a heavy metal and leather object attached to the left as swung around my back. I knew at once that it was a sword – something I somehow found myself feeling very attached to. With another ‘ting’ an iron shoulderplate appeared on my left shoulder, its brown strap sliding around my chest but resting firmly above my breasts.

“This…this is my gear…” I stammered. I was myself, but I was also her. “I guess…I guess I’m Mia now…”

As I said the words, the white world around me faded into something more natural. I was standing in the middle of a road that split a series of long, rolling fields. I saw a small village in the distance, and a dark forest behind me. Not knowing what to do, I raised my arms and stretched them behind me.

“Welp,” I began, almost a bit too carefree for what had just transpired. It felt like every second I was feeling more and more like Mia…like myself. “I guess all I can do is go forward. Who knows? Maybe I’ll end up a master swordswoman after all.”