It had been years since Jerry had touched his Switch till now, it had been a coincidence really. One day while surfing the net and browsing reseller sites, Jerry had found a listing for an extremely cheap copy of the game; Fire Emblem : Three Houses, from a reputable seller. Not wasting a second, Jerry had dropped the guy a message and agreed to buy from him. Another week of waiting, and the game had arrived at his doorstep.

Back then, Jerry never had the chance to complete the game, losing his physical copy after moving houses to a suburb down in Evermorn City’s lower districts. He’d cursed his fate, not willing to spend a whopping seventy bucks on another copy of the game. Fast forward a few years later and here Jerry stood, Switch in hand with a fresh copy of the game he’d longed to finish for so long at a price well under resale value, he was just one more battle away from obtaining the ending to the best route in the game!

Booting up the game, Jerry was greeted with the all too familiar main menu music as he loads up his save file, Jerry thinks back to his progress. Getting giddy with excitement as he remembers all the memorable characters he’d met through the beginning. His reminiscing is interrupted however, as the screen begins to flicker and glitch out, an error message Jerry had never seen before appearing across the screen

ERROR FILE NOT FOUND

ASSET NAME PETRA.MDL MISSING

Disappointed that he might’ve gotten a defective copy, Jerry’s hands reach for the ejection port as he mutters angrily to himself, unaware of the screen flashing with text that stops as his hands make contact with the console, displaying a singular sentence:

ASSET DETECTED...ACQUIRING...0%

The Switch screen goes nuclear as Jerry’s hands phase into the screen, the sudden suction forcing him to his knees as he sees his body digitize into code, flowing into the white hot screen as numbers and letters fly across it. Shouting in panic, Jerry grabs hold of a nearby table leg as he slips onto the floor, feet sucked into the digital black hole as he hears the table drag across the floor at the force of the pull.

ACQUIRING...60%

The portal had devoured most of Jerry’s body at this point, desperately clinging on as he felt a mixture of feelings bombard his mind; fear, panic, confusion, anger. Beyond the glowing light, Jerry could still feel parts of himself, weirdly disembodied and foreign as he struggled to hold on, more of him being dragged into the light as he looked around for anything he could use to stop the process, grabbing a hold of the nearby bat lying by the wall in a last ditch effort, Jerry swings, but fails to hit anything as he’s sent flying into the screen with a frustrated shout along with his makeshift weapon, leaving the room empty and quiet once more besides the low hum of the malfunctioning device in the room as it powers down.

After a few seconds of silence. The screen flickers to life again as a new screen loads up, using the stylized font and UI designs of Three Houses but on it is the naked, digitized form of Jerry, standing still and frozen in a scream with a bat in hand as another error message pops up.

ERROR...ASSET CONFLICT DETECTED...MODEL : JERRY.MDL FILE : JERRY.TXT 

ATTEMPTING FIX…

As the error message disappears, the form of Jerry begins to pixelate, his pale skin tanning itself into a natural chocolate brown as tribal tattoos paint themselves across his cheeks and rapidly widening shoulders, his body bulking with thick layers of muscle and flesh, long locks of black hair dyeing itself a bright purple as they flow around his rejuvenated form. Jerry now looked like some teenaged tribal man, his well trained body with evident musculature from constant hunts and fighting contrasted to the slightly pudgy, adult American standing in place just moments before

APPLYING FIXES...60%

As hidden progress bar fills, Jerry’s new form begins to pixelate again as drastic changes occur, the bat in his hand morphs into a large blade, his muscles slimming down as supple fat takes over, the dark brown skin lightening slightly as they soften, a youthful sheen rippling across as body hair vanishes, though the tattoos remain. Jerry’s slimming form begins to widen, as his hips pulse outwards while his waist pinches in forming an hourglass figure, a void forming between his legs as his endowed member vanishes. For a split second, the distorted moan of a voice mixed with a grown man and a young lady, blares from the Switch before falling silent once more.

The changes slow down as the pixelation over Jerry’s form fades; the blade in his hands replaced with a smaller, curved sword now in its sheath, his burly body replaced with that of a slim tribal girl who knew how to handle a weapon to defend the home, slight muscle showing across her toned belly, slender arms and round thighs. His rough face morphed into the beautiful visage of a blooming beauty, a stern fire burning in her alluring eyes as she gazes silently into the distance . Despite her muscle though, the girl Jerry had become sported a sizeable rack of her own, coming in close to C-cups. But given her age, she had amazing potential once she’d grown up into a mature woman. His rough cut hair gave way to long slender locks of shining purple hair.

Once the physical changes are done, an outfit materializes over Jerry’s new form; a tight fitting formal white top coupled with a tight corset dress that showed off her long, slender legs and pert breasts, the fabric wrapping tightly around her flesh as her long purple locks of hair style themselves into a ponytail leaning over her shoulder and ending with braids.

FIXES APPLIED....ERROR...MODEL : PETRA.MDL CONFLICTING WITH FILE : JERRY.TXT

OVERWRITING…

Within his digital prison, Jerry could do nothing but mentally scream as he’d felt himself change from a normal american man into some tribal beefcake before feeling the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt in his life as his muscular form was bent and moulded into a young girl with curves and an ass (not like anyone could see it) that would send others into a frenzy. He wanted to move, to fight back, do anything! But Jerry was a prisoner here, his body locked into some weird pose as he’s forced to stare sternly into the distance, a hand over the hilt of his new sword and the other, half-clenched in a feminine manner.

A sudden jolt to the back of his mind stuns him into silence however, as Jerry feels tendrils slip into his mind, overwriting, deleting and adding new presets and information into him. The figure of the girl twitches slightly as Jerry finds new energy, struggling against the perverted feeling in his mind as he yells out, only to find himself spooked at his speech pattern. “I find this very uncomfortable...please stop this now at once! Why am i speaking in this unusual way? What-”

ERROR...MODEL : PETRA.MDL , FILE : JERRY.TXT NON-COMPLIANT

INCREASING WORKLOAD...

As the slow probing intensifies into a white hot pain, Jerry screams as the figure of the girl he now was resumes its pose. The manly voice of Jerry begins to distort as a new voice seeps in, overlaying as he begins to sound more feminine. Soon, Jerry screams in an accented, young woman’s voice as he feels memories of his average life fade away; replaced with memories of leading a harsh childhood filled with memories of knights storming her homeland as news of Brigid’s surrender made the rounds, the death of the King’s son leaving her next in line as his granddaughter. Once the invasion was done and Brigid had been inducted as a vassal state, she was taken away from Brigid to an entirely different land altogether to serve as a political prisoner at a monastery that also served as a training academy, standing on neutral ground. She despised the thought of being a pawn on the board to force her family back home to kneel, deciding instead to work hard to strengthen herself, using wisdom and understanding over power as she sought to bridge the gap between her people and those of Fodlan. She was Petra Macneary, the young heiress to the Brigid royalty, the remnants of Jerry fading away as his new identity overrode him completely.

FIXES APPLIED...SCANNING LOADED FILE...CHAPTER PROGRESS : 21 (SILVER SNOW ROUTE)...UPDATING ASSETS

Another pixelation occurs as the teenaged body of Petra ages slightly into a young woman in her early twenties, her simple braided ponytail explodes into a graceful mane of silky purple, earrings manifest in her dainty earlobes as she grows taller, gaining muscle as years of fighting ingrain themselves into her. Her youthful face matures into a grown beauty as her lips gain a sheen to it as it becomes plump and kissable. Her bosom grows slightly as her waist pinches in and her hips widen considerably into childbearing ones, a blush forms on her face as memories of her love proposing to her and giving his first night to her after their brief but memorable confession flashes by, alongside years worth of self-taught studies in the native tongue of Fodlan’s people. “My dearest...I long for your skilled handling again...but it can wait until our work is at an end...”

As the changes end, the tight fitting attire once adorning her younger self morphs into a fitting one reminiscent of her homeland’s aesthetics. A tight fitting top and short skirt marked with tribal patterns and symbols, allowing for maximum mobility in battle now adorns her body as threads and cloth hang decoratively off of her, a fierce warrior that had an air of elegance to her as she danced across the battlefield, a lethal blur with her skilled handling of the sword. A bundle of golden rings clench around her lithe neck as bangles jingle around her arms, completing her look as a woman of Brigid Royalty.

LOADING COMPLETE...STARTING UP SAVE FILE...PLEASE WAIT...ERROR : MINOR CONFLICT WITH STORY PROGRESS...FIXING

LOADED

Petra groggily awakens as she gets out of bed, looking around dazed as she inspects her surroundings, it was her room she still used in Garreg Mach; fond memories of fooling around with her classmates, studying and polishing her sword still fresh in her mind, along with a sudden pang of sadness. “It’s sad, not all of us could be standing here today…together like back then...before all this.” As she stares down in solemn thought, she notices her lack of clothes. Not even underwear covering her curvaceous body splayed out on the bed, she’d always found it weird people complimented her looks even with her muscles showing clearly, scarring evident on some parts of her otherwise smooth exotic skin. “I always take care to at least wear underclothes to bed...i don’t remember, hm?” Another figure lying by her side under the sheets grabs her attention, cautiously peeking under the covers, blue-green locks of hair peek through as Petra quickly lets go of the sheets, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Had he slipped in last night?! She didn’t lock the doors!

Shaking off her panic, Petra slinks quietly out of bed as she grabs her Brigid clothes, careful not to wake her future husband. She'd fallen asleep naked for some reason last night...thank her lucky stars no one had come in...or so she’d thought. Had Byleth been with her by chance? Or did he come in, seeing her vulnerable and decide to stay with her? She couldn’t remember the events of last night, a fog in her mind. The events of the day before were fresh in her mind though; After a long and arduous war, the united armies had managed to quell the Immaculate One with Byleth leading the fight, Petra at his side as Rhea had lost control of herself in her weakened state. They’d managed to save her life in the process as peace finally settled over the land with the removal of Shambhala and the end of Those Who Slither in The Dark. They’d planned to form a united kingdom over the various kingdoms of Fodlan with Byleth taking the reins as leader and king of the United Kingdoms of Fodlan.

Finished putting on her skirt, Petra stared at her reflection’s clear hazel eyes in the mirror, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind like she was forgetting something, was it her worries about her new position as Queen of the kingdoms of Fodlan? Wondering how the people would feel with her serving as queen by Byleth’s side. She wasn’t native to these lands at all...the animosity and discrimination towards her people was still a thing in the peopl of Fodlan. But in truth, this was a massive blessing for her. Never forgetting her place of birth, her unique position served as a bridge that could help unite Brigid with the kingdoms of Fodlan, it was what she’d been dreaming of for so long! It would be a long, tricky road to navigate but with the love of her life by her side, she was sure that true peace and understanding between Brigid and Fodlan as equals wasn’t that far off. Speaking of, the marriage was just a few days away, but before then, the two had more pressing matters to attend to in the aftermath of the continent-spanning conflict, putting away her excitement as Petra gave her reflection one last stare of confidence, the doubts fading away from her mind.

Turning back to the bed, Petra gently nudges Byleth awake as his deep blue eyes flutter open to see his wife standing over him. It was the first of many busy days for the newly crowned couple, working tirelessly to rebuild Fodlan while spending what little time they had together in leisure. Fodlan and Brigid would eventually coalesce into one, the initial skeptics in Fodlan eventually hailing Petra as a great and capable leader, as she worked hard to bring happiness and peace to both sides, alongside her family she’d entrusted the throne to. The blissful couple, living out the rest of their days together, their goals accomplished and conflict, a thing of the past.

THE END