"It's renovation time. What's that, you say?"
"Figure it out!!"
AUO! T(ransform) S(exual)! ← It's actually C, folks. Don't get it wrong.
"How's the water temperature, the pressure, Gorgeous-sama?"
In Gilgamesh's private grand bath, Marie—Marie Antoinette, clad in nothing—gently scrubbed their back.
"Hm, not bad. Fine pressure."
"Hehe, isn't it? I love baths! When it comes to bath etiquette or pampering, I won't lose to any hero! Heehee!"
"A queen's refinement, I see. Good. You alone are worthy of sharing this skin-soaking moment."
"I'm honored, Gorgeous-sama. Shall I wash your front next?"
"No need. Turn around. It's my turn to scrub you."
"Oh my… how delightful! To have my back washed by the Heroic King!"
"Fuhaha, bask in the honor."
Carefully, gently, Gilgamesh scrubbed Marie's fine, delicate back, rinsing it clean.
"Mmm… such gentle pressure. It feels wonderful, Gorgeous-sama…"
"Of course. A trivial task for a king's prowess."
Today, with no battles, summons, or renovations, Gilgamesh entrusted their care to Marie, indulging in leisure.
Battles, summons, upgrades, reconstructions—thinking about it, the Heroic King had precious little time to rest.
Even a mighty king could falter under strain without pause. This was a moment to prioritize rest above all.
Fortunately, neither Gilgamesh nor Marie resisted this mutual indulgence, bathing together without hesitation.
"Hmph. That night's service was splendid. You're the only one I'd entrust myself to like this."
"And I… I'll never forget the radiant figure of Gorgeous-sama, reaching out to me from that ship of light."
It seems a soul-stirring moment had forged a bond between them.
…It was worth reaching out with all my might.
Even if Servants are rootless, something enduring remains.
"Too long a soak isn't wise. Let's rise after an hour."
"Yes! Shall I float the duck toy? It quacks so adorably!"
"I'll show you Fuwa-Fuwa's toy. A masterpiece for keeping sanity in check."
"Oh my! I must see it, Gorgeous-sama!"
And so, the king and queen's tranquil bath time passed.
"Still, leisure or not, what's there to do?"
As Gilgamesh dried Marie's hair with a dryer, they muttered softly.
"A king with idle time—does it matter if I'm here or not?"
"No such thing, Gorgeous-sama. Even the sun sets to rest, leaving the night to the moon, doesn't it?"
Marie shook her head playfully.
"Ngh, that's impudent, Maria."
"Hehe, forgive me. Only to you, Gorgeous-sama, will I show my sloppy side."
"…I'm resting. I won't call it uncouth."
"Yes! Now, shall we have brioche? Or perhaps apple pie?"
"Either's fine. French wine might not be bad for a change."
Everything was set for a fine wine experience. Just as they began—
The communicator blared.
"Oh?"
"Hm?"
A bad feeling crept in.
"What's the matter?"
"Heroic King, could I trouble you for some advice?"
It was Medea's voice. …No urgency or gravity. Probably a matter of taste.
"Fine. Make it quick."
"Well…"
Medea explained: dressing up her disciples and Ritsuka was fun, but the concepts and images kept feeling too similar.
"No matter how radiant the gem, wearing the same style gets dull, doesn't it? But I can't just hand over tailored clothes without a fitting…"
"So, you need someone to try them on before passing them to the others."
"Exactly. Can't your charisma arrange for a woman of supreme beauty to model them perfectly?"
…Supreme beauty, perfection…
"Hmph! I know just the one! Rejoice, Medea! I'll provide the perfect candidate!"
Gilgamesh's crimson eyes gleamed.
"Really!? I thought it was a tall order, but you're the Heroic King for a reason!"
"Of course! I've got someone in mind—I see her every day!"
"…What does that mean?"
"Wait there! I'll be right over! Fuhahahaha! Leisure's all well and good, but a bit of flair won't hurt!"
"Wait, what do you—"
Gilgamesh cut the call without hearing her out.
"Maria!"
"Oh! You're planning something fabulous, aren't you, Gorgeous-sama?"
You've got the gist of it.
"Indeed! You'll help me refine some armor! It'll be quick—my treasury's never been more organized!"
With a snap, Gilgamesh produced a certain vial from a ripple.
"Leave it to me, Gorgeous-sama!"
"Good! Let's manifest supreme beauty—!"
One thing was clear:
For this king, rest and pleasure were one and the same…
"Everyone's gathering in Medea's room? What's up, Gil?"
Mash, Ritsuka, and Olga Marie assembled in Medea's quarters.
"Another of Gil's renovations?"
"With the Heroic King, anything's possible. Let's brace for cardiac arrest."
"That bad?"
"…I've got the worst feeling about this…"
Their varied reactions echoed from beyond the door.
"Hmph, wise judgment, Mash. Steel yourself against enchantment."
The Heroic King—no.
Calling them a king no longer fit. …Heroic Princess? Princess Gil… whatever.
"Fine work, Marie! Now, let's unveil my radiant form!"
With a BAM!, Gilgamesh kicked open the door.
"My treasures, I've kept you waiting!!"
A crystalline, soul-shaking voice resounded, laced with regal authority and seductive charm.
"G-Gi—"
"H-Hero—"
"…What's with that outfit?"
"—"
Shock left them speechless, jaws agape.
"Hmph, a fine reaction. Your souls are practically spilling from your open mouths."
It was unmistakably Gilgamesh. The regal aura, the commanding presence—undeniable.
But—this was no king.
The spiky golden hair had become silken tresses cascading past the waist.
A face divine enough to enchant gods, refined yet bewitching, exuded an intoxicating allure. Crimson eyes, framed by long, captivating lashes, gleamed with mischief.
Lips, moist and alive, moved with a sensuality that drove all who saw them to madness. The absolute authority to look down on creation was embodied not just in beauty but in a demonic allure unattainable by mortals. Not a single blemish marred that flawless skin.
A daring black inner garment covered the upper half, leaving the waist and lower abdomen boldly exposed, down to the womb's position.
The chest, neither vulgarly large nor lacking, swelled with regal pride, straining against the inner fabric. Not meager, but the golden ratio of feminine perfection.
The waist curved seductively, accentuating the hips' lines. No trace of fat or excess—just a form embodying the ideal from the start, the golden ratio that made every creature swallow hard.
The hips, softly rounded, neither crassly provocative nor ignorable, embodied demonic charm—a gentle, perfect curve manifesting nature's ideal beauty.
Flawless white skin, adorned with crimson patterns, was both majestic and lascivious, elevating this form to the pinnacle of art.
And that voice—shaking souls, inspiring awe, stirring instincts with its seductive, majestic, confident timbre.
"Yet splendid! Your reactions are delightful and thrilling! As you advised, the Heroic King has taken a rest. Thus, what stands here is no king!"
Placing a hand at the womb, Gilgamesh traced their body sensually, moving like a serpent—bold yet mesmerizing.
"Indeed! I am Gorgeous Gilgamesh! The king who leads you, now the supreme beauty who enchants and maddens all creation—the Heroic Princess!"
Tossing back their hair, they proclaimed triumphantly.
"Yes—call me Princess Gil!! Fuhahahahaha! I permit it! Praise the arrival of supreme beauty! Exalt me! Exalt me! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
The group remained stunned.
No wonder. Anyone would be if their familiar king swapped genders. I'd be too.
…To think they'd down a gender-swap potion without hesitation. Such audacity humbles me.
…As for my take, it's quite comfortable.
They say female bodies are biologically less strained. Perhaps that's why this form feels easier than the usual kingly one.
The trade-off… the Gate of Babylon's output is drastically reduced.
The mismatch—male spirit, female body, nameless soul—causes this. Stats have dropped significantly.
Regrettably… combat in this form is no combat at all.
Why? Simple.
To protect this radiant form, I'd wield only Ea, Enkidu, and Enki, the Sword of the End.
Not a scratch would touch me—combat wouldn't even begin.
"…Hmph. How long will you gawk? I went to the trouble of this extravagant gender swap, and you've no witty remarks?"
Pouting, arms crossed, they looked displeased.
Even that gesture was too striking. Overwhelmingly so.
"Hau—!"
"Ahh—!"
"Koff—!"
The trio collapsed, fainting in unison.
"What—!? What's this!? Don't pass out without a word for my beauty! That's rude! Wake up! Hey!"
Slapping their cheeks yielded no response.
"Tch—what's going on!? They were supposed to weep and worship! How did this happen!? What did I do wrong!?"
…Their spirit's been swayed too, showing flickers of unease and confusion. Almost… vulnerable.
"—Medea."
"Eek!?"
Princess Gil turned slowly.
"At least you could offer some clever praise! I endured this humiliation for you! Come, exalt me! Exalt me! It's courtesy! Exalt—!"
"—Too…"
…?
"Too?"
"—Too dazzling!! You're too dazzling! What's with that perfect female body—!? Are you mocking me!?"
"Me—"
Before they could stop her, Medea fled.
Left behind… was the solitary Heroic Princess, Gilgamesh.
"…"
Tears welled in their eyes.
"All that, even drinking the potion, for this…? I shouldn't have bothered with such foolishness…"
…Right.
Their spirit, swayed toward femininity…
…It hurt, didn't it, Heroic Princess…
After carrying the fainted trio to their rooms,
Princess Gil trudged back to their own…
"Welcome back, Gorgeous-sama!"
"…"
"How was the new you? Surely everyone praised you, right?"
No reply. Gilgamesh flopped face-down on the bed, burying their face in the pillow.
"Gorgeous-sama…?"
"…Never again."
"Huh?"
"No more gender-swapping…! Damn it, damn it, damn it…!"
Kicking their legs petulantly, the Heroic Princess sulked.
…Poor thing… Heroic Princess…
Honestly…
…It was really cute…
Later,
Soothed, coaxed, and comforted by Marie,
After a night, they returned to the Heroic King.
Princess Gil (Adult)
Height: 171 cm
Weight: 61 kg
Alignment: Lawful Good
Three Sizes: 86/55/84 (per Marie's report)
Gender: Female
Stats:
Strength: C
Mana: A
Endurance: C
Luck: A
Agility: C
Noble Phantasm: EX
CV: Maaya Sakamoto (per the Director)
Gorgeous Gilgamesh, having drunk a gender-swap potion, transformed into a woman—the Heroic Princess, dubbed Himegil.
My Trans-Change! Not a superhero, but a superheroine born from sheer mischief. A Gilgamesh mode hyper-specialized in beauty, art, and demonic allure. In short, Me.
Born from Medea's request for a model who "looks good in anything," this is Uruk's noble fantasy. With an overwhelming Golden Rule body and confident poise, they captivate all, male or female, as a walking embodiment of Charm and Charisma.
Charisma rises to A+, Golden Rule (Wealth & Body) to A+, Alluring Voice to A+, Mystic Eyes of Charm to A+, and Incitement to A+. Not through seduction or base desire, but through awe and majesty, they ensnare all as a divine work of art. Methods of conquest: wall slams, chin lifts, and whispering, "All you are is mine."
Stats are lowered, and the Gate of Babylon barely functions, but… my vigilance and caution are maxed, limiting Noble Phantasms to Ea, Enkidu, and Enki, the Sword of the End, making combat a non-issue.
…Notably, the instability of a nameless soul, female body, and male spirit makes emotions volatile.
Specifically, emotions bubble up easily—anger, sulking, teary eyes.
The kicker… they're weak to pressure. A wall slam could make this provocative heroine blush and unleash Enuma Elish in flustered retaliation.
"Never again," they declared.
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