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Question: 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 e che potrebbe essere lei la vera sacerdotessa. 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)
In the dim light of his tent, Alm paced nervously. A part of him couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but the relentless war had taken its toll on him, pushing him to seek solace in the purest part of himself, the part he had hidden away for fear of judgment. Ensuring once again that he was truly alone, Alm moved to his secret hiding spot. It was a small, inconspicuous chest at the corner of his tent. With trembling hands, he opened it, revealing Celica's garments that he had carefully stored inside. His heart pounded with excitement as he began the process. He had been dreaming of this moment for months, a private ritual that would allow him to embrace who he truly was. As he shed his armor, Alm felt an odd sense of relief, as if he were shedding the burden of his warrior persona. First, he picked up the pair of white panties, delicate and soft. Slipping out of his lower garments, he carefully slid them on, feeling the fabric against his freshly shaven skin. A shiver of anticipation ran through him as he continued, taking the short skirt next. He slowly pulled it up, the material accentuating his hips in a way that made him feel beautiful. Next was the cropped top, revealing his midriff. Looking down at himself, Alm couldn't help but smile – this was the closest he'd felt to his true self in what felt like an eternity. Finally, he put on Celica's boots with the small heels, and then her armor, carefully adjusting each piece to fit his frame. He draped the flowing cape around his shoulders, and grasped the sword, feeling a rush of empowerment and femininity. This was it. This was who he was meant to be. He walked over to the small mirror propped up at the edge of the tent, his heart racing with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Alm stared at his reflection, captivated by the girl looking back at him. She was flawless, delicate, and yet so strong in her own way. Admiring the way the outfit fit him, he allowed himself to dream. "I think I might be more beautiful than Celica," he whispered, a small, shy smile spreading across his face. His mind began to wander, thinking of Conrad, Celica's handsome and gallant brother. How many times had Alm fantasized about Conrad recognizing him for who he truly was? Lost in his daydream, Alm envisioned a future where his secret was revealed in the midst of a war council. He would be standing there, Conrad's piercing blue eyes seeing through his disguise. "Alm, remove that armor at once," Conrad's voice would be stern, demanding yet gentle. "I see you for who you truly are." "I... Conrad, I..." Alm would stammer, feeling both fear and relief at being discovered. "Enough," Conrad would command, stepping forward with a soft yet authoritative air. "You are not to pretend any longer. An army cannot be led by a delicate girl." "But..." Alm would begin to protest, only to find a finger pressed gently to his lips. "Hush now," Conrad would say, offering Alm a set of the most beautiful, delicate clothes, along with a healing staff. "These are fitting for a girl of your grace. Come, follow me." Alm would follow, heart pounding, as Conrad led him to the tent of the wounded. With care, Conrad would help Alm change, ensuring the fit was perfect before stepping back to admire the transformation. "There, beautiful," Conrad would whisper, his eyes filled with admiration and something more profound. "You should never have to hide yourself again." "Conrad, thank you," Alm would reply, tears of gratitude welling in his eyes. "No, thank you," Conrad would respond with a smile. "For being brave enough to be yourself." The vision continued, with Conrad taking command of the war, leading them to victory, only to return to Alm, who had become an angel of mercy. Conrad would make Alm his queen, treating him with the gallant romance of a king deeply in love with his cherished queen. Snapping back to the present, Alm touched the mirror, a single tear tracing down his cheek. "One day," he whispered to himself, "I will be that girl. And Conrad... one day, you will see me." For now, though, he would relish this quiet moment of truth, knowing that he had the strength within to one day reveal his true self to the world.
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