The Internet

Log In or Register

Write (with AI)

In Her Majesty's Reflection

Bookmark
0 Points
A young warrior named Alm, dressed in Celica's delicate garments, admires his transformed reflection in a mirror. He imagines a scenario where Celica's protector and brother, Conrad, recognizes Alm's true identity and encourages him to embrace his feminine side. In this secret world, Alm revels in the feeling of being a delicate princess, filled with a sense of empowerment and beauty.
0

Alm sat quietly in his tent, the sounds of the distant campfire and the murmurs of soldiers outside barely a whisper. He had meticulously confirmed that he was alone and free from prying eyes. Taking a deep breath, he reached into a secret compartment hidden amongst his belongings and withdrew a small bundle wrapped in soft, white cloth.

Carefully, Alm unwrapped the bundle, revealing the delicate garments tucked inside. These weren't just any clothes; they belonged to Celica, his beloved. With trembling hands and a heart racing with a blend of fear and excitement, Alm began to unfold the garments. They represented a side of him that he had kept hidden for so long—his true self, the delicate princess he had always felt within.

Alm quickly removed his armor, setting it aside piece by piece, until he stood bare except for his inner clothing. He ran his hand over his smooth, recently shaved skin, appreciating the softness that seemed to fit the image he held inside. His reflection in the nearby mirror seemed almost like a stranger to him. "Tonight," he whispered to himself, "I will be who I truly am."

He first slipped into the pair of white panties, the delicate fabric feeling both foreign and wonderfully familiar. Next, he struggled momentarily but then successfully slid into the short skirt, the hemline resting barely above his thighs, accentuating his slender hips. The crop top followed, baring his midriff and making him giggle softly at the sensation.

Lastly, Alm slid into the heeled boots, feeling the lift in his stance as he gained a few inches in height. He donned Celica's ornate armor piece by piece, then finally, the flowing mantle that seemed to envelop him in her grace and strength. He grasped her sword, admiring how it felt to hold it in such a different, yet empowering, form.

Standing before the mirror, Alm admired the transformation. Staring back was not Alm, the warrior, but Alm, the delicate princess. His mind wandered, and he couldn't help but feel a small pang of regret that his hair remained short, a reminder of his battlefield persona. But even so, his heart swelled with a feminine pride. "I might even be more beautiful than Celica herself," he mused to his reflection, a playful smirk on his lips.

Caught in the sweet reverie, Alm's thoughts turned to Conrad, Celica's protector and brother. His heart fluttered as he imagined a scenario that had often played out in his dreams.

---

In his fantasy, Alm found himself standing in a war council, Conrad standing tall beside him. Out of the blue, Conrad's piercing eyes focused on Alm, as if seeing right through the façade.

"Alm," Conrad's voice rang out, strong but with an undercurrent of gentleness, "I cannot hold my tongue any longer." The entire room fell silent, eyes turning towards them.

Confusion and fear swirled within Alm, just as he had imagined. "What do you mean, Conrad?"

Conrad stepped forward, reaching out with authority but also care. "You are not the man you pretend to be. You are a delicate girl, not fit to lead warriors into battle."

Gasps echoed through the room, and Alm stood frozen, a mixture of dread and excitement coursing through him. Conrad continued, "This charade must end. Step forward and accept your true place."

He reached into his satchel, producing a healer's staff and a set of delicate, feminine attire. With an authoritative yet tender tone, Conrad declared, "You will no longer wear these masculine clothes. Don these garments meant for a young, beautiful girl, and tend to the wounded with your gentle touch."

Alm's heart pounded as Conrad guided him, taking him out of the council tent and towards the medical tent. He helped Alm into the new clothes, each gesture filled with a surprising softness and care. For a moment, Conrad's eyes lingered, admiration clear in his gaze. "You are truly beautiful, Alm. A delicate flower among us."

With a nod, Conrad spoke with finality, "Do not pretend to be a man any longer. Embrace who you are."

---

Back in his tent, Alm's daydream faded, leaving him with a fluttering heart and flushed cheeks. He felt a swell of contentment, admiring himself in the mirror one last time. For tonight, at least in his secret world, he could be the princess he always truly felt to be.

This story was generated by user luca5 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

AI Prompts

Prompt: scrivi una storia. Il protagonista è Alm della serie di fire emblem shadow of valentia. La storia si svolge durante gli eventi del gioco. Alm è solo nella sua tenda, durante la campagna di guerra. Assicuratosi cautamente di essere davvero solo e che non ci sia nessuno tira fuori da un suo nascondiglio segreto nella tenda il suo segreto: alcuni dei vestiti indossati dalla sua fidanzata, Celica. Alm si sente una ragazza, ma in pubblico non può ammetterlo e da mesi progetta di liberarsi finalmente e di indossare dei vestiti da ragazza. Alm è emozionatissimo all'idea di essere finalmente la principessa delicata che da sempre si sente. Giorni prima si è raso e la sua pelle e glabra e delicata, proprio come deve essere una ragazza. Toltosi la sua armatura alm comincia lentamente ad indossare i vestiti di Celica. Prima indossa le mutandine bianche da ragazza. Poi lentamente indossa la gonnella cortissima che esalta i suoi fianchi e la magliettina che lascia scoperto il suo ombellico. Infine indossa gli stivaletti col tacco che slanciano la sua figura e l'armatura da ragazza di Celica e completa tutto indossando il mantello di Celica e la sua spada. Dopo questo si rimira allo specchio, comportandosi finalmente con naturalezza come da sempre desidera come una ragazza, ammirando quanto fosse davvero una bella ragazza (dispiacendosi di dover tenere i capelli come un maschiaccio). Con una punta di orgolio femminile Alm si dice di essere più carina anche della stessa celica. Poi sogna ad occhi aperti che Conrad, il fratello di Celica, un bellissimo cavaliere che da sempre aveva segretamente un posto speciale nel cuore romantico da ragazza di Alm, finalmente si accorgesse, mentre (lui e Conrad) erano in un consiglio di guerra e davanti a tutti, che lui fingeva solo di essere un uomo e un guerriero e che Conrad denunciasse pubblicamente, davanti a tutti, che Alm era una ragazzina delicata che fingeva solo di essere un uomo e un guerriero e che un esercito di uomini non poteva essere comandato da una ragazzina, per quanto carina e graziosa come lei. Poi Conrad porge una bacchetta da curatrice e dei delicati e carini vestiti da ragazza ad Alm e gli ordina con fare autoritario ma delicato (da vero cavaliere che si rivolge ad una dama) di smetterla di fingere, di indossare dei vestiti degni di una ragazzina carina come lei e di occuparsi di curare i feriti, l'unico ruolo adatto ad una ragazza delicata come lei in una guerra, mentre la conduce con fare autoritario ma galante alla tenda dei feriti e la aiuta ad indossare i suoi vestitini da ragazza, ammirandola nella sua bellezza per alcuni secondi prima di andarsene ordinandole con fare severo ma ammirato di non fingere mai più di essere un uomo. Conrad avrebbe preso il comando della guerra e l'avrebbe vinta, diventando il Re. Dopo la guerra avrebbe ritrovato Alm, diventato un vero angelo dei feriti e l'avrebbe fatta la sua regine, trattandola con la galanteria e il romancismo di un Re innamorato della sua regina. (scrivi in inglese, inserisci dialoghi e dettagli)

Response: Alm sat quietly in his tent, the sounds of the distant campfire and the murmurs of soldiers outside barely a whisper. He had meticulously confirmed that he was alone and free from prying eyes. Taking a deep breath, he reached into a secret compartment hidden amongst his belongings and withdrew a small bundle wrapped in soft, white cloth. Carefully, Alm unwrapped the bundle, revealing the delicate garments tucked inside. These weren't just any clothes; they belonged to Celica, his beloved. With trembling hands and a heart racing with a blend of fear and excitement, Alm began to unfold the garments. They represented a side of him that he had kept hidden for so long—his true self, the delicate princess he had always felt within. Alm quickly removed his armor, setting it aside piece by piece, until he stood bare except for his inner clothing. He ran his hand over his smooth, recently shaved skin, appreciating the softness that seemed to fit the image he held inside. His reflection in the nearby mirror seemed almost like a stranger to him. "Tonight," he whispered to himself, "I will be who I truly am." He first slipped into the pair of white panties, the delicate fabric feeling both foreign and wonderfully familiar. Next, he struggled momentarily but then successfully slid into the short skirt, the hemline resting barely above his thighs, accentuating his slender hips. The crop top followed, baring his midriff and making him giggle softly at the sensation. Lastly, Alm slid into the heeled boots, feeling the lift in his stance as he gained a few inches in height. He donned Celica's ornate armor piece by piece, then finally, the flowing mantle that seemed to envelop him in her grace and strength. He grasped her sword, admiring how it felt to hold it in such a different, yet empowering, form. Standing before the mirror, Alm admired the transformation. Staring back was not Alm, the warrior, but Alm, the delicate princess. His mind wandered, and he couldn't help but feel a small pang of regret that his hair remained short, a reminder of his battlefield persona. But even so, his heart swelled with a feminine pride. "I might even be more beautiful than Celica herself," he mused to his reflection, a playful smirk on his lips. Caught in the sweet reverie, Alm's thoughts turned to Conrad, Celica's protector and brother. His heart fluttered as he imagined a scenario that had often played out in his dreams. --- In his fantasy, Alm found himself standing in a war council, Conrad standing tall beside him. Out of the blue, Conrad's piercing eyes focused on Alm, as if seeing right through the façade. "Alm," Conrad's voice rang out, strong but with an undercurrent of gentleness, "I cannot hold my tongue any longer." The entire room fell silent, eyes turning towards them. Confusion and fear swirled within Alm, just as he had imagined. "What do you mean, Conrad?" Conrad stepped forward, reaching out with authority but also care. "You are not the man you pretend to be. You are a delicate girl, not fit to lead warriors into battle." Gasps echoed through the room, and Alm stood frozen, a mixture of dread and excitement coursing through him. Conrad continued, "This charade must end. Step forward and accept your true place." He reached into his satchel, producing a healer's staff and a set of delicate, feminine attire. With an authoritative yet tender tone, Conrad declared, "You will no longer wear these masculine clothes. Don these garments meant for a young, beautiful girl, and tend to the wounded with your gentle touch." Alm's heart pounded as Conrad guided him, taking him out of the council tent and towards the medical tent. He helped Alm into the new clothes, each gesture filled with a surprising softness and care. For a moment, Conrad's eyes lingered, admiration clear in his gaze. "You are truly beautiful, Alm. A delicate flower among us." With a nod, Conrad spoke with finality, "Do not pretend to be a man any longer. Embrace who you are." --- Back in his tent, Alm's daydream faded, leaving him with a fluttering heart and flushed cheeks. He felt a swell of contentment, admiring himself in the mirror one last time. For tonight, at least in his secret world, he could be the princess he always truly felt to be.

Comment Section

Post your own comment: