TSF Series #001: Grandpappy Pyrie

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From /v/ and /d/ with perverted, incestuous, deranged, and utterly pure love.

Disclaimer: This work contains adult material including sexually explicit activities, strong language, and incest. This work is not suitable for children. Reader discretion is advised.

Notice: This installment of TSF Series was originally written on 5/31/2019 and has since been re-edited. Typographical errors and grammatical mistakes have been corrected, certain sections have been rewritten, and minor aspects of the story have been altered.


As the title implies, this is the first installment of TSF Series. A series of ‘short’ stories I started back in 2019 as a medium to explore various Trans-Sexual Fantasy related concepts that have, in some way, struck my fancy. This series is meant to complement my novels, which are bigger and more involved projects with longer development timelines.

TSF Series was originally known as Randoms, but the title was changed to TSF Series in 2021 to better represent what this is. A series of (mostly) disconnected stories that can all be categorized under the banner of a TSF story. For they all feature a character undergoing a change of sex via some fantastical means beyond the scope of reality. It is a rather plain and uninspired title in a sense, but it’s the best I could think of, so I’m sticking with it.

For those not aware, TSF is effectively the Japanese equivalent to terms like Gender Bender, TG, and Gender Swap. While those other terms have merit, I believe that TSF, an abbreviation for both Transsexual Fiction and Transsexual Fantasy, is the most accurate description of these works, as they predominately focus on characters changing their biological sex, not their gender identities. Though, they sometimes go hand in hand.

Anyway, the inspiration behind this first entry, which kicked off TSF Series, came from a rather unusual place. In April 2019, I stumbled upon a post originating from 4Chan that described a young man’s experience playing the 2017 Nintendo Switch JRPG, Xenoblade Chronicles 2

The poster describes his desire to transform into Pyra, the lead heroine from Xenoblade Chronicles 2, and have sex with their grandfather. I saw this screenshot shortly after I woke up and, as I often do, I misread some of the words and I thought the poster wanted their grandfather to turn into Pyra so they could have sex with them.

My own terrible reading ability aside, this idea struck a chord with me, and I spent the ensuing morning thinking of how to develop this idea into a story, ultimately leading me to become so attached that I wrote 7,000 words and started a whole darn series.

Since this work’s original publication on May 31st, 2019, it has been revised heavily. Typographical errors and grammatical mistakes have been corrected, certain sections have been rewritten for greater cohesiveness, and minor aspects of the story have been altered. The title and story were also changed to exclude any direct references to Xenoblade Chronicles 2, because Natalie Neumann does not want to go back to copyright jail!

TSF Series #001: Grandpappy Pyrie

Upon reaching the latest loading screen, I took a moment to turn my head away from the living room TV and to my surroundings. To my left was the living room window, its curtains were drawn open, revealing a growing blanket of snow that seemingly covered everything the eye could see, glistening from the illuminations of the street lights and festive decor. 

It was a familiar sight that had filled me with a variety of emotions over the years, but instead of eager excitement over how I’d get to build a snow fort come morning, it now represents a morning filled with shoveling, scraping away at ice, and seeing the snow undergo a gradual transformation to a pristine white substance into a greyish mesh. But for the remainder of this night, it served as a pleasant backdrop as I enjoyed a cozy evening. 

With a snug blanket covering my legs, a warm mug within arm’s reach, my parents away on their monthly “date night,” and a 100 hour JRPG to make my way through, there were certainly far worse ways to spend the night. And it also wasn’t a night I would be spending in my lonesome, as to my right, sitting in his usual recliner, was my grandfather.

Grandpa was never really into games. Sure, we used to play Mario Kart and Wii Sports back when I was little, but I couldn’t imagine him picking up a controller and playing a single-player game on his own. Yet that hasn’t stopped him from watching me play through my newest game, which I just got after finishing finals last week, ZeroZabre Zweii

While a massive JRPG like this seems like a bad game for a backseat gamer like him, there’s a lot to like about the game even if you’re not the one playing it. The game’s lush and expansive environments are gorgeous. The action-oriented gameplay can be a visual spectacle. And the story… Well, if his regular chuckles are any indicator, he’s certainly enjoying himself. But more than anything, it also has Pyrie. 

She’s kind, reserved, motherly, can fend for herself, and has more depth to her than I would have really expected. Plus, she’s hot as shit, has some really lewd special moves, and while my mother thinks her design is a bit sexist, Grandpa defended me and got my mom off my case about it, because he’s cool like that. I feel like Grandpa has always looked out for me and been there to defend and support me.

Though, I have to say that I’ve been getting a bit worried about him over the past few years. He’s 74-years-old, and over the past decade or so his health has been getting worse and worse. After he retired, he went out less and his once strong muscles weakened due to a lack of stimulation. When Grandma died five years ago, he entered a bout of depression and stopped taking care of himself, falling into his old vices. Then things took a turn for the worse when he fell on some ice two winters ago. He got a hip replacement and is still perfectly mobile, but it was clear to my family that he shouldn’t be living by himself, so he wound up moving in with my parents and me.

While I was iffy about the idea at first, I’m actually happy to have him around. With both of my parents working so much, my home has always been a somewhat quiet and lonely place during the days, and with Grandpa around, I have somebody else to talk to, help me out with the usual household chores, and to drive me to and from community college.

Over these past two years, I’ve gotten to know him far better than I ever expected, and our personalities clicked surprisingly well. He’s pretty crass and crude at times, not that I’m much better. He’s always interested in what I’m into and tries to find out why I like it, rather than just dismissing it as something that ‘kids these days’ are blindly infatuated with. He’s even helped me with some of my schoolwork, quizzing me based on my study guides and proofreading my papers. Overall, I get the impression that he really cares about me, not only as a family member, but as a person and, well, I appreciate that. It really made me wish there was a way I could spend more of my life with him as, with his health, I’ll be lucky to spend another decade with him before he passes away. 

Ah, I’m getting all sentimental here. Point is, I kept on playing until about 21:00. While I used to play games all the way ‘til midnight on most weekends, Grandpa is the sort who likes to be sound asleep by 22:00, and I’d rather not play this game without him by my side. So I undocked my Switch, headed to my room, and booted up Splatoon 2, hoping to get a couple of rounds of Turf War or Salmon Run in… if it was even available tonight. But just seconds after getting situated, I heard a crashing noise from downstairs. Fearing the worst, as one does around old people and loud noises, I put down my Switch and ran to the source of the noise, the kitchen, where I gasped upon seeing my grandfather sprawled out on the floor.

That sight would be concerning enough, especially when considering that my parents typically do not get back from their “date nights” until midnight or so, but as I looked at him, Grandpa’s body was convulsing, and not in a… normal way. He was moving in a way that paralyzed me upon seeing him, unable to do anything but gawk at his form as he gasped and groaned in pain. 

His bald head became adorned with spuds of striking red hair that flowed across his scalp, stopping just as they reached the end of his chin. His wrinkled tan face pulled itself back, smoothing itself, and eliminating the accumulated signs of age, replacing them with a startlingly youthful face devoid of his numerous blemishes. It was almost immaculate in a sense, and then the transformation continued, with his facial features twisting and turning to form an entirely new visage. All while their skin color shifted across their body, going from a mid-tone brown to something dramatically paler. 

Looking down at the rest of his body, Grandpa had put on some weight since his retirement, and the vast majority of it rapidly receded. His jumper, jeans, and house shoes obscured the details from me, but within a matter of seconds, he went from snugly fitting his body to being comically oversized compared to his new frame. The transformation continued to his hands, changing his hardened arthritis-riddled workman’s hands into dainty palms with slender appendages attached to them, accompanied by two sets of finely filed nails that… looked as if they belonged to a woman.

With that thought in mind, I returned my sights to Grandpa’s torso, which had been obscured by the folds and confines of a now oversized jumper. Upon closer inspection, I could make out a discernible mound that moved in accordance with Grandpa’s breathing, a mound placed near the top of his torso that possessed the unmistakable shape of female breasts… and some pretty big ones at that. Just as I noticed them, I realized that something was happening to Grandpa’s voice. With each breath, it was increasing in pitch, mutating and altering into something new, eventually settling into a somewhat deep yet discernibly feminine voice that, upon hearing for a moment, made me realize what was happening. Grandpa was turning into Pyrie.

Having his body and voice fully transformed, at least as far as I could tell, Grandpa’s oversized clothes shrunk around him, better fitting his body, and showing how much smaller his frame had become, height aside. Right after the clothes contorted themselves to Grandpa’s new curvy and feminine physique, they began to… basically shred themselves to pieces while transforming into the familiar pinks, greens, and reds of Pyrie’s normal attire. 

The tight top that led little to the imagination, the leggings, shoes, gauntlets, short-shorts, the thong… or at least it looked like a thong. Even the ancillary articles, such as the cape and tiara appeared shortly thereafter. The end result was a person who looked like the closest approximation of Pyrie that could exist in reality. The face and general proportions were tweaked slightly, but this was about as close as you could ever hope to get with a human who resembled an anime character. It went beyond even S-tier cosplay.

A barrage of questions had been flooding into my mind since I started observing this transformation, and they only multiplied as I stared down at what Grandpa had become. I knew I could not simply leave him lying there on the cold kitchen floor, and even though the living room couch was closer, I carried him up the stairs to my bedroom, all while trying to rationalize the absurdity I just witnessed. In retrospect, I should have been surprised by how light Grandpa was after I picked him up, seeing as how there is a cutscene in ZeroZabre Zweii where it is mentioned that Pyrie is heavy despite her size, but that’s beside the point. 

After I brought Grandpa down to my bed, I nearly collapsed on my floor, my breathing heavy and arms already sore. I took a moment to calm myself before deciding that I needed to call my parents. But what was I going to tell them? If I told them that he transformed into a video game character, they’d probably think I was high off my ass. 

I contemplated what I could say to my parents until my attention was drawn to Grandpa as he tossed and turned in my bed sheets. I dropped this train of thought to comfort him, but all words escaped me as I watched him flutter his eyes open and sit upright.

“Ugh… What happened last night?” Grandpa said with a drowsy drawl, his voice matching the intonation and tone of Pyrie’s English voice actress exactly. 

“Are… are you okay Grandpa?” I stammered.

“I feel… different… and I sure as hell look different… how odd,” Grandpa said as his hands drifted towards his chest before leering over the rest of his transformed physique.

“Odd? You just transformed into a woman, your entire body… changed, and it just feels odd?”

“It feels different from what I’m used to, that’s for sure. But… I’m okay with all this. Maybe even a little… happy.”

“You’re happy that you’re a young woman now? I mean, you look just like the girl from the game I was playing.”

“Heh. I knew these breasts— and this outfit— looked familiar,” Grandpa said before he began exploring his new form, paying extra attention to his chest.

“W-What are we going to do? I mean, people just don’t transform into video game characters every day? Oh god, how am I going to explain this to mom and dad?”

“Shaun, stop being such a worrywart. I’m okay, really. Trust me, a lot worse things could have happened than this— Lord knows I don’t want to go in for a second hip replacement and the hell that is physical therapy. And with this body, I’d say that isn’t much of a worry at all. I have more energy, all my aches are gone, and mentally… It’s as if the stormy skies have parted, being replaced with a clear, pristine blue horizon. Plus, assuming things are going the way I think they are, I just lost about 50 or so years. Even in the worst-case scenario, wouldn’t you call that a… net positive, was it?”

“I… I guess when you put it that way, this isn’t all that bad… it’s just—”

“You’ve never seen anything like this before and it’s weird?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I murmured as I looked down at the floor, befuddled by how lax Grandpa was over all of this.

“Oh Shaun, c’mere,” Grandpa said as they wrapped their arms around me, locking me into a hug where our chests collided and whatever erection I had been stifling became full-sized. No matter how much I thought about this waifu in front of me was actually my Grandpa, my dick didn’t seem to care about the ick factor present here. 

“Um… I really didn’t mean to, it’s just that—” I began stammering, trying to find a good excuse for why I was attracted to the spitting image of a sexy anime character.

“Please, if anything, I’m… weirdly flattered by all this… and it makes me curious about what I look like without this get-up… want a peek?”

“N-No, of course not. You’re my grandpa— I mean, you sure don’t look like it at the moment, but I—” I explained in half-hysterics only to be cut off by Grandpa as they stripped away their clothes.

He began with the armor… top… thing that the capes are attached to, revealing a dark red nylon t-shirt that clung tightly to his skin, only to bring his attention to his gauntlets, popping them off with ease before doing the same to his armored shoes, kicking them away to reveal a pair of leggings that not only nicely encapsulated his slender legs but wrapped around each individual toe. Then came the removal of the shorts, which Grandpa had to wiggle off of his now sizable hips to reveal that, yes indeed, he was wearing a thong. All before tossing aside some weird tiara thing.

I tried to remove myself from this situation, trying to picture Grandpa in his old form, but the thought of him stuffing his old man privates in a thong was revolting enough to kick me back into reality and see Grandpa pulling his shirt off to reveal a pair of large perky boobs that jiggle as the fabric was ripped away from his body. I tried to avert my gaze out of respect, but Grandpa could tell that I was enjoying this by the way my dick poked through my pajamas. I thought about running away and hiding myself up in the basement before I did something I would immensely regret. As I turned away and started walking toward my bedroom door, Grandpa grabbed my arm, pleading for me to stay.

Turning back to him, I was greeted with their naked body, not an inch of it even remotely resembling the old man they were minutes ago. I tried my best not to stare, but Grandpa only laughed at my self-imposed restraint.

“Oh Shaun, you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. …And I’m probably moving a bit too fast for you to keep up. There’s a lot going on in my head at the moment, so I wanted to get acquainted with my new self, and I figured you’d enjoy seeing it yourself… you are enjoying it, aren’t you?”

“I… I am, it’s just that I don’t want to do anything I’d regret. That’s all.”

“What, like fuck me?”


“Well, maybe part of the reason why I’m prancing around wearing nothing is that I want to have sex with you. I know that it’s weird because I was your grandfather about, what, 30 minutes ago, but a lot has changed in that time. And Shaun… before this transformation, I liked you as a person. You were always a good kid, I was always proud of you as a grandfather, and these past two years of living with you have given me a different affection for you. They let me get to know you not as a family member, but as a person.” 

“The way I’ve seen you has changed over time and after this transformation, after I saw you upon waking up, after realizing that you carried me to your bed… it awakened a different kind of affection. I feel like I can view you from a third perspective, that my love for you might be something a bit more than just a platonic fondness. I can’t help but feel that what happened tonight happened for a reason. That this, in some way, is the way things should be. And I’d rather embrace these newfound thoughts and feelings rather than repress them out of fear. If you’re not comfortable with all of this, I understand. If this is what you truly want, I think we should just do it. Heh, ‘do it.’ Would you believe me if I said that pun was unintentional?”

“With you, puns are never ‘unintentional,’ so no, not really. But… if this is truly something you want Gran— hold on, can I at least call you something else?”

“Oh, right. Even if you were fucking a bombshell babe, calling them grandpa is a pretty good way to shut down your dick. Well, I suppose calling me Gabe wouldn’t be much better, so how about… let’s see, Pyrie and Gabe would make… Gaia? It’s a bit odd, but I like the sound of it. Nice to meet you Shaun, my name’s Gaia!”

“Heh. Nice to meet you too, Gaia… Wait, are we going to have sex right after greeting each other like that?”

“I’d say… yes!”

With that declaration out of the way, I began shakily removing my clothes, revealing my scrawny brown body that, while matching Gaia’s in height, contrasted hers in both sex and color. I had previously been told that I had resembled my grandfather when they were younger, yet now whatever sense of familiarity we had physically had dissipated. Instead, we were now just a young man and young woman who bore no resemblance to one another, yet held an emotional connection and physical desires we wished to express. The sensation of wrongness still permeated throughout the recesses of my mind, but my desire to be with Gaia, to stick my dick in her, was mightier than any such fear. I tossed off my clothes while she laid on my bed, presenting herself and encouraging me to take the lead, which I nervously attempted.

With my only reference points for this kind of thing being porn, erotic doujinshi, and hentai, a myriad of potential and outlandish sexual scenarios began flooding my mind. I shook away those concepts and decided to pursue the safest and most reasonable path before me. So I wiggled my way onto the bed and proceeded to stick my erect member into Gaia. She let out a moan as I rammed it in there, leading both of us to pause before I began thrusting my lower body back and forward, trying to establish a good rhythm for the act as Gaia churned her hips accordingly. 

As I felt my stick inside her, moving to and fro, my mind jumped to the closest personal reference that an obvious virgin like myself would have to an experience like this. Masturbation. I would often wrap my penis in washcloths or socks while masturbating to elicit a more sensual climax. The tension and pressure provided by these aids is far greater than one’s hand, but doing it with an actual vagina took this sensation to the next level. It was so intense and such an extreme sensation that I almost forgot that I was inside of someone else, rather than some ambiguous fleshy mound.

However, I was with another person. I was with Gaia. And while my mind might have momentarily forgotten this, my body did not. From our moaning to the way we thrust our bodies into each other, we were behaving as a single rhythmic unit, sharing mutual pleasure. But right as I was getting accustomed to the beats of intercourse, I felt my climax rapidly drawing near, causing a deluge of safe sex advice popped into the forefront of my consciousness. So I pulled out as fast as I could and immediately began ejaculating onto my sheets. I held my wet and sticky penis aside as it continued to eject semen onto my bed. While the sensation was more satisfying than any instance of masturbation I could recall, I was nevertheless wrapped with a degree of shame and embarrassment for almost cumming inside somebody who, an hour ago, was my grandfather… and for lasting only about a minute, according to my bedroom clock.

“That… That was my first time. I’m sorry about that, it’s just that everything’s…” I stammered, looking for a good excuse for being a minute man, and failing to find anything due to the deluge of chemicals flooding my brain. 

My embarrassed face and awkward excuses only seemed to amuse Gaia, who chuckled at my expense, before sitting upright to hug me, pressing her voluptuous chest against mine. It was a warm and soft feeling, one I had admittedly felt numerous times in the past between female family members, but this time it was without the obstruction of clothing or any kind of bra. This was the first time I felt the raw flesh of a woman mingle against mine, let alone had their erect nipples rub against my chest. It left me dumbfounded and restored my erection mere seconds after I finished. 

“Aw, sweetie, don’t feel bad,” Gaia said as she pressed against me, rubbing a hand through my hair. “It’s been an awkward night for you, and nobody’s first time is all that good. Hell, I only lasted as long as I did with your grandma because I tried ‘clearing things out’ beforehand. I wasn’t even sure I could finish, but then 5 minutes passed and your aunt was conceived… I probably shouldn’t have added that last bit, but maybe I’m just loopy from… a bit of everything.”

“Th-Thanks Gran— Gaia. But, um, did it at least… feel good?”

“To be quite honest… It was awesome to experience things from a female perspective! though sadly, I did not get to experience much. …Are you willing to go another round?”

“Oh, of course… I mean, so long as you are— but you just brought up the suggestion, so of course you would be. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for you to bring up a suggestion like that because— I’m going to shut up now.”

“You’re such a little cutie, Shaun, and I’m supposed to be the girl here. Yeah… I am the girl here, aren’t I?” Gaia paused for a moment as her eyes drifted to her breasts, giving them a nice rub while briefly stimulating the nipples. “Say, Shaun, how do you feel about titjobs?”

“Uh, what?”

“I mean, I’ve maybe— possibly— looked through your laptop while you were at school, and found that you had a few browser tabs open, and looking at how huge my tits are, I was thinking about trying it?. We could stop if it’s a bit too weird for you.”

“I… I was seriously just browsing and… how the hell did I not close that tab? I, um, I mean if you wanna try it, I’m sure that it would feel good and—”

Before I could conclude that thought, Gaia made her way to the floor, got on her knees, and started yanking my legs so she could get to my dick. I scooted my way into the proper position and looked down to see her smiling at my member, grabbing it with her hand before squeezing it between her boobs. The sensation of being surrounded by a warm, fleshy substance was unquestionably similar to vaginal penetration, but it was more freeing and a lot… softer. It was a warm and cozy embrace for the more sensitive part of my body, stimulating and caressing it using something quite malleable. The feeling alone was nothing short of heavenly and urged me to point my vision downward.

I couldn’t help but stare at Gaia’s breasts as they shook, their rhythmic motions having a hypnotic effect on my young male brain, but I pried my attention away long enough to get a good look at her face. Her fire-hued eyes were fixated on her assets and my penis, striving to maximize the pleasure she could give it, all while her pale skin blushed a vibrant pink. Perhaps there was some part of her who found the act to be embarrassing, or maybe her supposed attraction to me was more intense than she initially assumed. Regardless of the reason though, she was clearly putting her all into the action, and after a few minutes of wallowing in a blissful reprieve from reality, where my mind was able to distance itself from any potential woes or worries, I came once more.

However, due to the position of my penis in Gaia’s breasts, I wound up busting on my face and chest. The rush of emotions that come with an orgasm mingled with a sense of immense embarrassment that left me unable to react as my own white ooze settled on my person and began to drip onto my legs and the sheets below.

“Oh, dear,” Gaia commented as she looked at me, stifling a laugh. “Sorry about that, I guess I need to work on my technique.”

“For your first time… you did great,” I began, my words lagged as I came down from such an erotic high. “I… I just need to clean myself off, because I… don’t like being covered in my own cum.”

“Here, dry yourself off with some tissues before washing up in the bathroom. You don’t want to be dripping semen across the floor, now do you?”

I patted away as much of my ejaculate as I could manage before following Gaia’s advice, heading into the bathroom and wetting a washcloth to clean off the areas affected, and take care of the sweat that had been accumulating across my entire body. Before leaving, I took a moment to wallow in the respite that a bathroom represents. I sat on the toilet, peed a little, washed my hands again, before taking a moment to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had never considered myself anything other than average from a physical perspective, with my low weight being my only real asset, but somehow I lost my virginity, at age 20 no less, and seemingly snagged myself a girlfriend… or perhaps romantic partner would be a better term. 

The bizarreness of this situation was not lost on me, and I could feel intrusive thoughts creeping into my mind, chiding myself for my actions and amplifying the profound fuckness to my current predicament. But then I remembered that Gaia was still waiting for me, and that it would be better if I talked these things over with her in person, so I returned to my bedroom. Once there, I saw Gaia laid out on the bed with a small object between two of her fingers, a wrapped condom. Something she presumably got from my parent’s bedroom as I never had any preconceptions that I would ever actually get laid, so I never bought my own condoms. 

“Now that you’re all situated, and have gotten a chance to cool down, you game for one more, sweetie? If not, I understand. Lord knows it took me a while before I was okay with doing it twice in one night. Let alone three times.”

While part of me knew that we really should cool things off and hash out a discussion, a glance at my clock indicated that it was far too late for us to do anything productive, especially with my mind so out of whack after… everything that’s happened tonight. So I agreed to her proposition, hoping that I possessed the sexual stamina needed to go another round.

With my erection having gone limp over the past few minutes, Gaia sought to get me started by caressing her smooth and slender hands over my penis, stroking and stimulating it as it grew to its average-at-best size before it was deemed ready for sex-having. With my penis already in her hand and the condom in another, Gaia affixed it herself, gently placing and unfurling it onto me. The fabric was strangely comforting, and almost functioned as a second skin of sorts, though it’s entirely possible that my father bought premium condoms or some such thing, and regular old condoms really do feel like sticking your dick into a raincoat. …Or at least that’s what my friends told me.

“C’mon Shaun, show me what you’ve got!” Gaia cheerily encouraged me while presenting herself in a similar, if slightly better adjusted, position from our first round. 

I attempted to fill my thoughts with determination before sticking it in, where I quickly acclimated myself to the necessary groove and motions. My first time was panicked and rushed, but now I was in a far calmer state of mind and have been able to free myself of excess sexual tension. Furthermore, I had a new objective, not to only get myself off, but to try and return the feeling to Gaia, to make her feel good. 

Between our muffled sexual moans I asked her what she wanted, what was off with my technique, and how I could make her feel better. My questions caused her to laugh at first, but she did guide me throughout the process, encouraging me to alter my pace and motions, likely informed by her past experience with having a penis. Looking down, I could see a steady stream of ooze gushing out from our genitals, as good a sign as any that I was doing decently well, yet I still felt as if I wasn’t doing quite enough. Then, like a sack of wet bricks, it hit me.

“Hey, you want me to fondle your boobs?” I muttered in a breathy voice.

“Go right ahead, sweetie. Just don’t be too rough now,” Gaia replied, her body shaking and face colored a soft pink.

Having never touched a bare breast with my hands before, I couldn’t help but hesitate as I lurched my hand forwards and spread my fingers over Gaia’s chest. I knew enough that while the breasts themselves were quite sensitive, the nipples were the true sources of pleasure, inspiring me to begin by gently rubbing and caressing the breasts themselves before taking two fingers to the nipples and tracing her areolas, an action that I did with some hesitation, but Gaia’s moans at least implied that I was doing something right. I knew that my approach was as flubbed and rushed as everything else that I had done tonight. However, it was a way I could further please as our hips and genitalia did their thing.

The sensation was, as demonstrated a while earlier, a very euphoric one. The heat, sensation, and rhythmic sense of unity between our bodies was well beyond anything I had experienced on my own. But as I began focusing on my thrusting, I realized just how fatigued I had become over the past… hour or so. This combined with the mental drain that followed Gaia’s transformation, and the effort I had to exert to carry her up a flight of stairs, all began to weigh on me and my body. Yet I was still determined to make Gaia feel good, inspiring me to disassociate myself from my own physical limitations, powering through this act, fueled by the sheer force of my will. I went in harder, bringing the energy needed to bring Gaia to her apex after helping me reach mine twice. 

With my body warm and sweaty, and mind focused, I looked down at Gaia and lunged at her, placing my lips against hers and pursuing her tongue as I began to wrap my arms around her. As my fingers danced across her slender and flawless back, she returned the favor to me, causing the two of us to be joined in just about every way possible before it finally happened. Our mouths separated for us to simultaneously release a moan as a flurry of good feelings rushed throughout our bodies, culminating in our simultaneous orgasms.

With a hearty sigh, I freed Gaia from my grip, pulling my arms away from her while moving my shrinking penis out from her. I looked down at the condom covering my genitals, eyeing a tablespoon’s worth of semen swishing around within it.

“Not bad for one’s third time in a night,” I murmured to myself.

I then sat on my knees before bringing my hands to the condom, where I unfurled it, tied it up like a grocery bag, and lobbed it into the trash bin I keep next to my bed. With that act completed, I looked at an empty side of my bed and landed against it with a thud. Pyra and I were now laying side by side, our faces no more than a finger’s length away from each other. 

“That actually felt really good, Shaun. Thank you,” she said, looking down at me with a look of fatigue on her face.

“Gaia… I love you,” I said in a slightly slurred form of speech before leaning my body forward and planting a kiss on her lips. As I did so, I closed my eyes… and lost consciousness.

It was a somewhat embarrassing way to end things, but my body was at its limits, and I dearly needed some rest. Plus, at least I got to end the night on a romantic note with a kiss… or maybe that just makes it a semi-romantic note. Regardless, my ensuing slumber was dreamless, with my imagination too overwhelmed by reality to try to piece together a pseudo-coherent sequence of my stray thoughts. Meaning my thoughts were blank before I was called to the waking world once more by the familiar static jingle of my alarm clock.

Groggily, I sat up in my bed and looked away at my desk, seeing the digital numbers read back “7:00” at me. I tore off my blanket, exposing my naked body to the cold in order to silence this electronic dastard. Normally, I would try to go back to sleep until my second alarm, a bad habit I’ve formed over the years, but as I started becoming cognizant of my surroundings, I recalled what happened last night.

It was a vivid array of sensations, sights, and sounds, but with my brain still booting up, I was dubious of the reality of these memories, due to the resemblance they had to mere delusions. I began scanning my room for any evidence that my grandfather actually turned into Pyrie last night… and that I had sex with her… thrice. My floor was clear of any discarded clothing, and I did not think to check my trash bin for a used condom.

However, in my search, I looked outside my window to see that the backyard had been shoveled following last night’s snowfall… which is a sight I practically never woke up to see, and the shoveling was immaculate. My parents typically slept in after their “date nights,” my father never shoveled until after having his breakfast. It was Saturday, and it was ass-early in the morning. So clearly, something was up, because who the hell shovels their backyard before sunrise on a Saturday?

With questions rattling throughout my foggy mind, I quickly dressed myself before heading out of my room and downstairs, hoping to find the answers to the core question that was burning in my mind. I was led to my answer by the smell of bacon, eggs, and freshly made pancakes. Entering the kitchen, I saw the familiar red hair of the woman I made love to last night, wearing an emerald green sweater and a pair of yoga pants that nicely contorted around her thighs and butt, showing that her bust wasn’t her only S-rank asset. She looked away from the stove as I wandered into the kitchen, offering me a sincere smile.

“Well, you’re up earlier than I would’ve thought, lover boy. And here I was planning on making you breakfast in bed. Oh well. The food’s almost ready. Take a seat and we’ll talk things through when I’m done, alright?”

I followed Gaia’s request and sat myself down at the kitchen table, where I reiterated to myself that this was real. Last night was real. And my grandfather turned into a video game waifu. I spent a short while immersing myself in this haze-like revelation before Gaia came over to the table with two large plates, each almost overflowing with food. Two pancakes, a few strips of bacon, some scrambled eggs, a piece of French toast, and a sliced apple off to the side.

“I know you’ve never been much of a breakfast person, but once I started cooking, I couldn’t stop. I was actually thinking about making some hash browns as well, but I didn’t want to give you a stomachache or anything.”

I never knew my grandfather to be much of a cook, but Pyrie was an excellent cook in ZeroZabre Zweii, and as I proceeded to dig into the food before me, I could tell that it was definitely that this trait carried over to Gaia. It was easily better than any breakfast I can recall my mother making for me. But for as delicious as the food was between the fluffy pancakes, finely cooked eggs, and crispy bacon, there was a discussion we needed to have. And while I was stuffing my face, Gaia graciously began explaining things.

“First off, thank you very much for last night. I know it was a lot for you to take in, but you were actually quite good for your first time, at least I assume as much. I can’t really say that I have much of a reference point. But you did put in a lot of effort! Anyway, you fell asleep like a rock after our third session, and I wound up sleeping beside you until around 5 AM.”

“I woke up because… well, I turned over in my sleep, wound up resting on my chest, and despite these breasts seeming like they would make good pillows, they don’t. Not wanting to just head back to sleep, I got back into my outfit, began going through the house, keeping things quiet of course, and I went into my old room… but it was all different. As in, everything I used to have there was replaced. My recliner was now a bed, my old man clothes were now trendy young lady clothes, and even my phone’s completely different.”

Gaia then pulled out a phone, its body clad a purple case, quickly navigating through it with far more precision than she ever did in her former form, where she opened up a variety of photos of the two of us, together, lounging, going out to places, and acting like a couple. She continued to dig into her apps, revealing a new contacts list, an active social media feed, the proprietary app for my community college, implying that she was a student, and even a series of what could be considered diary entries.

“So, not only did your body change, but your entire life did as well,” I summarized after chewing a chunk of apple.

“Pretty much. Apparently, I’m a distant cousin of yours now, and my parents supposedly passed away, leading me to move in with you, since you were the closest family I had and we’ve, apparently, been close for the majority of our lives. According to my journal, we’ve been dating for about two years and your parents have been supportive of our relationship.”

“What about you? I mean, what about your old identity? You know, back when you were… Gabe.”

“I found an obituary that said Gabriel and Maria Gonzalez both died in the same accident years ago, so I guess my old life has been replaced with this new one. I knew my remaining years were numbered, so I can’t say I’m too upset about all of this, but… I wish I had the opportunity to put my few dangling affairs in order, if only for my own sake.”

“You can’t really blame yourself for that, Gaia. Nobody could have predicted this, and the entire situation just seems to be getting more and more unreal with each new discovery.” I said, hoping that my words would be of some assurance to her. 

“By the way, I have fire magic now,” Gaia, almost comically, commented before taking a sip of her personal cup of tea.

“…Meaning you can shoot fireballs and stuff?”

“Yes! I practiced outside by clearing the sidewalk. It’s amazingly easy to manipulate with just a thought, though considering how Pyrie was a fire-elemental Zabre, I guess that makes sense. After figuring that out, I decided to try cooking us some breakfast, since Pyrie is a good cook in the game, and I’d say it turned out pretty damn well for somebody whose cooking skills were limited to making spaghetti, chili, and barbeque.”

“Didn’t you tell me a few times that cooking was ‘woman’s work’?”

“Heh. I guess I did… Goodness that feels like a lifetime ago. Then again, thinking back on a lot of my old life feels very… strange. I know I experienced everything that happened to me back then, but it doesn’t feel like… the new me. It’s as if, after my transformation, my mind changed, expanded, and where there was just one personality, one set of memories, there are now… more.” 

“I can remember a lot of the game’s events as if I was there myself. I remember fighting along with Zexal and thinking of how much of a cutie he was— nowhere near as cute as you Shaun— but still cute. From these two sets of memories, I feel that my sense of self has branched off and shaped itself into something familiar, but new. It’s a bit surreal to think about, yet I truly do feel as if I have become a different person after the past… heh, it hasn’t even been 12 hours has it?”

“So, what you mean to say is that you are no longer Gabe, you’re not Pyrie, but you are the sum of those two in addition to something more, something new. You’re Gaia.”

“Hahaha! That’s far more articulate than any explanation I’ve rambled off. Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“So… now what?” I asked as I laid back in my chair, digesting this flurry of revelations along with a positively scrumptious breakfast.

“Now… I guess we just keep on living our lives. As family, as friends, and as lovers. Does that sound good to you, Shaun?”

Gaia then stood up from the table and stretched her hand out to me. I grabbed it, locking our fingers together before embracing her in a hug.

“Nothing would make me happier, Gaia.”

Das Ende


Looking over this story two years after publishing it, I still think it’s a pretty good one-in-done short-form TSF story that tells the story of two lovers and, despite having a high percentage of sexual content, remains largely focused on its characters, and their relationships. Though there are definitely a few things that are… odd about it.

It is fairly obvious that I have not actually played the game I was referencing throughout the story and only knew of it based on secondhand information. Which limited what I could do with the story as I still wanted to stay true to who this original character was. This realization urged me to not tell the story from the transformed character’s perspective, and instead follow the non-transformed character. This decision fundamentally changed the type of story that this was. Instead of being a euphoric tale of finding a new identity, a second youth, and a new spectrum of identity and emotions, it is mostly about some dude. Some 20-year-old virgin male who has a confused and awkward sexual encounter thrust into his lap.

Some people who went into Grandpappy Pyrie looking for a TSF story might be a bit miffed by this decision, and that’s definitely fair. This story was more of an exploration of a third party as they react and interact with a transformed character, and their wavering emotions as they try to comprehend this situation. I thought it was an interesting perspective to explore, if only because of how uncommon it is in TSF media. Even if this was not of particular interest, I did try to humanize the characters with tidbits of humor and humanity into this situation to make these short-story characters feel more real. 

Did I succeed? Did I fail? I don’t really know— I never know— but I still think what I made is ‘kinda neat’ at the very least.

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