Before he knew it, Robin was right in Maribelle's room. He could see the noblewoman going through her closet, looking for a dress for him to wear. A quick turn of his head revealed Lissa standing right by the door.

"Come on, Maribelle, aren't there any easier ways to show me what it's like to be a lady?" Robin begged. "You could give me your life story! A history lesson! Anything!"

"Nonsense," Maribelle rebutted. "It's one thing to simply tell you the life of a lady, it's another thing entirely to dress like a lady, talk like a lady and live like a lady.

"No way! I'm not doing it!" Robin yelled.

"Sorry Robin, but you promise to let me help you understand what it's like to be a lady and you will keep your word, whether you like it or not."

"Yeah," Lissa skipped over to the captive tactician. "I bet you'll love wearing dresses and drinking tea with us. Maybe you'll love being courted by a nice, young nobleman; being held in his strong, muscular arms as he leans in to kiss you; his one true love."

"No! Just no! This is going too far, Maribelle! I'm out of here!" Robin quickly moved towards the door. But before he could, he felt a massive shock going through his body. He could feel his body growing numb and he fell to the floor.

"What happened?" He tried to get up, but he couldn't move his arms, he couldn't move anything on his body. "Why can't I move?"

"I think that stun spell of yours was a bit overkill, Lissa." Maribelle approached the stunned tactician.

"Well, we don't want Robin to miss out on all the fun. Right, Maribelle?"

Maribelle nodded, "I do agree, Lissa. We must make haste if we are going to make Robin presentable for his training." She took Robin by the arms with Lissa taking him by the legs. He could feel the two dragging him over to the bathroom.

"Nooooooo!" Robin screamed as the ladies were about to begin their work.

Before he knew it, Robin was dumped into Maribelle's mud bath; completely stripped naked.

"I got your special hairless potion, Belle!" Lissa said, carrying a bottle with pink liquid inside.

"Wonderful," Maribelle replied. "Pour it on Robin's mud bath."

"Wait, what are you guys doing?" Lissa ignored Robin's question as she poured the contents onto his mud bath.

"It's simply to get rid of that atrocious body hair," Maribelle answered. "Ladies like us don't have hair below the top of their heads. This potion will not only remove the body hair you have now, but it'll ensure that your body will remain hairless for a week."

"Yeah," Lissa poured a bit of the potion on her hands and began scrubbing Robin's face with it. "Let's make sure you don't grow a mustache or beard during your training."

Five minutes later, Robin was put into the tub nearby. As the mud got washed off, he wanted to cry. All of his body hair was gone, even… down there.

If there was one relief to the tactician, he could feel the numbness fading. A simple wiggle of his fingers told him that he can move. He lifted up his arm and he could only frown at the results. His skin was not only hairless but turned as soft as a peach. He was never the most physically active of the Shepherds, but his skin was still rough from training and fighting Ylisse's enemies. Now, he feel that he could get a bruise from just a light punch.

"Wow, I should try that sometimes!" Lissa gasped.

"Sure, I would give you a bottle or two later," Maribelle answered. "Now, mind getting me all the essential clothes that a lady should wear. My closet should have plenty of clothes that can fit him just fine."

"Sure," Lissa ran out of the bathroom, leaving Maribelle and her reluctant student alone.

Maribelle turned to Robin, holding another potion in her hand. "Let's work on that hair." She poured the contents onto Robin's head.

"What was that for?" Maribelle seemingly ignored Robin's question and just began scrubbing his hair. She ran her hands through his hair, occasionally rubbing fingers in place.

"Doesn't this feel nice, Robin?"

"Yeah, I guess," Robin closed his eyes and slowly sink into the tub; Maribelle's soft hands gently scrubbing his head.

"Wonderful," Maribelle pulled her fingers out of the young tactician's hair. "I knew this shampoo would make your hair grow out nicely."

"Wait, what do you mean grows?" Robin ran his fingers through his hair. He could feel it going down well past his shoulders. "My hair. It's so… long."

"We'll get you a haircut once this is all over." Maribelle took out a bottle. "Drink up."

"What's this?"

"It's a special bottle that I got from Anna. She said that it helps singers keep their voices to higher pitches. I was going to give this to a cousin of mine whose friend is having trouble keeping her voice steady while singing but then this whole thing started and I decided that you need it more."

"It's not permanent, is it?" Robin asked.

"Of course not," Maribelle answered. "It'll only last twenty four hours. Now, depending on how long your training lasts, you may need to take another dose to keep up the effects." She handed the bottle to Robin. Drink up, unless you want to spend hours straining your throat keeping your voice light and high."

Reluctantly, Robin down the bottle's contents. He could feel the liquid burning his throat as it went down, it had a minty taste to it.

"Wonderful, Robin," Maribelle clapped. "Now, I would advise against speaking for fifteen minutes while the medicine does its work. In the meantime, I can dry you off."

Fifteen minutes later, Robin was completely dried off, his body and hair covered in towels. He could still feel himself shivering, his body hair no longer protecting him from the cool temperature.

"Alright, Robin," Maribelle spoke. "Speak."

"Um…." That was all Robin had to say to realize that the bottle served its purpose. "M-my voice."

"Yes, you sound beautiful, Robin," Maribelle smiled. "A voice truly fit for a lady… or one in training in this case."

"Belle, I got everything," Lissa ran into the bathroom, the upper half of her body covered by the articles of clothing that Maribelle requested.

"Wonderful," Maribelle smirked. "It's time for the main event." Before Robin knew it, Lissa tossed him a bunch of white fabric.

"This feels… soft. What is it?"

"It's your dress," Maribelle answered. "It's supposed to make you feel like a lady,"

"That's not all," Lissa rushed towards the two, holding a bunch of undergarments in her hand. "I got you panties, a bra with wool that can help you give off the illusion of breasts, everything that a woman needs under her dress."

"I hope you're not forgetting the corset?"

"Corset?" Robin squeaked.

"It's right here," A grin grew on Lissa's face as she pulled out a white corset. "This will fit our student just fine."

"Perfect," Maribelle turned to Robin. "Now, it's time to get you dressed."

Robin could feel his back against the wall as the two women approached him with grins on their faces. "I am not wearing that dreadful corset. I won't let you! I won't-"

Thirty minutes later, Maribelle and Lissa managed to force Robin into the entire ensemble; from the panties to the bra to the corset and finally the dress. The only thing left was to do the finishing touches.

"Let me just smooth your skirt and… done," Maribelle stepped back, gazing at the handiwork that she and Lissa just did.

Gone was Robin's tunic and in its place was a ballgown in pure white. The long white skirt was pushed out by the layers of petticoats underneath it, covering the two-inch white heels on Robin's feet. The dress's puffy sleeves covered Robin's shoulders and the elbow-length gloves doing a similar purpose with Robin's hands.

"That dress looks perfect on you, Robin," Lissa giggled. "I bet when we're finally done, no one is going to think you're anything other than a lovely lady."

"Thank you, Lissa," Robin said. "I guess."

"Maybe we can find a nice young man for you? Preferably someone strong and muscular who can sweep you off your feet. I doubt you'll have a shortage of potential husbands by the time we're done."

"Are we done yet?" Robin turned to Maribelle, avoiding Lissa's grin.

"Almost," Maribelle corrected. She then turned to Lissa. "Lissa, I'm going to do Robin's makeup now. But I want you to go to the bedroom while I'm doing this."

"Ah, but Belle," Lissa whined. "I want to help."

"I know, darling," Maribelle responded. "But I want to see your honest reaction when Robin is done and all dressed up. I know it's to die for. I have plenty of books to keep you entertained in the meantime."

"Okay," Lissa reluctantly complied, leaving the bathroom. Once Lissa shut the door, Maribelle turned to Robin.

"Now that we're alone, we can get started," Maribelle pointed to the chair near her vanity. "Sit."

Reluctantly, Robin complied. He made his way over to the chair, his movement hindered by the petticoats and heels he was forced to wear. He slowly sat down on the chair, pushing down the skirts to avoid the dress flying up.

"I didn't even have to teach you that little mannerism," Maribelle grinned. "You'll make such a lovely lady by the time we're done with your training. Now makeup can make a massive difference when it comes to your looks so it's very important for you to pay attention when I'm explaining this to you. You'll be doing this yourself during your training."

And so Maribelle spent the next hour and a half messing with Robin's face, instructing the tactician on how to apply each cosmetic himself; from blush to mascara to lipstick, not a single part was missed. Robin knew that Maribelle would make sure of it.

"Now the last part is this," Maribelle held up a pair of tweezers. "You will use these to trim your eyebrows into feminine arches like yours truly. Since this is just a crash course, I would just take out a few unruly hairs. Now hold still and don't whine about the pain, else I'll make those brows of yours so feminine you have to dress like a woman for a month just to look right."

The process itself was rather quick and painless with Maribelle taking out the unruly hairs and cleaning up Robin's eyebrows before he even knew it happened.

"Done," Maribelle smirked, looking proudly at her handiwork. "Lissa, it's time to come back in. I want you to see Robin at his best."

"Finally," Lissa opened the door to Maribelle's room and made her way in. "I'm disappointed you couldn't let me have some with fun with doing Robin's makeup and now you just..." Whatever she had to say was quickly cut off when her eyes gazed on Robin's new look. "Wow… Wowww!"

That was all Lissa could say before entering the biggest giggle fit that she ever had. Arching back and rolling on the bed, she laughed long and loudly, so much that tears were coming out of her eyes. The sight of Robin's current appearance was something that was forever etched into her mind.

"Oh, you make such a lovely lady Robin," Lissa teased. "You know I wasn't kidding when I said you'll have no shortage of suitors. I bet you'll find yourself with a nice, young man before the week's done.

"Lissa," Robin said. "Please."

"I can see it now," Lissa giggled. "You're on a date with your true love, the two of you together on a night with the moon illuminating the area. You thought it was just another casual date, but you find yourself with a surprise. Your true love leans down and takes out a small box, he opens it revealing a diamond ring. He then asks for your hand in marriage, wanting to be your lawfully wedded husband. You gleefully accept, allowing your new fiancee to put the wedding ring on your finger. He sweeps you off your feet with his strong and muscular arms and as you stared into his eyes, he pulls you into a long and loving kiss. I bet the thought of it makes you feel all girly inside.

"Please make her stop, Maribelle," Robin begged as he tried to cover the red in his cheeks.

"Now, Lissa," Maribelle chastised her friend. "Robin just wants to understand what it's like to be a lady. There's no need to embarrass him. Besides, I think he makes such a lovely young lady. Don't you agree, Robin?" She turned him over to the full-length mirror allowing the feminized tactician to get a good look at himself.

As much as he hated to admit it, Robin knew that Maribelle was right. The ball gown he had to wear did well at covering up the more muscular features on his body with the puffy sleeves covering his slightly broad shoulders. The corset underneath crushing Robin's figure and giving off the illusion of wide, womanly hips. His long and wavy hair went far past his shoulders, rivaling Sumia in length. Every last bit of boyishness on his face is erased and replaced with soft, pouty lips, soft skin and long, curly eyelashes. The only thing still resembling him was the color of his hair, pure white and even that was called into question due to how long it is now.

Of course it made sense, Maribelle wanted Robin to look like a proper lady in nearly every way and she got her wish. He felt so dainty and delicate; like he could barely break a twig, let alone stand and fight alongside his fellow shepherds.

"I'll admit you did a pretty good job, Maribelle," Robin turned to face the noblewoman. "I suppose we're done?"

Maribelle nodded, "With your appearance, yes. For your training, we are only just beginning."