Luke climbed to his room, completely unaware that he was being watched by a now giggling cheerleader as he daintily (everything he did now was dainty) stepped up stairs. Sighing, he opened the door.
He slipped the heels off his feet and sat on the edge of his bed. What now? He thought, wiggling his tiny toes and marveling at how small his feet now were. For awhile he just sat there, resting his feet. The walk home had been beyond stressful and he now realized why girls complained about heels so often. It's no wonder Peach can never escape Bowser on her own, wearing these things.
Finally somewhat rested, he got up and decided to change into some normal clothes before figuring out what to do. Whatever he decided, he sure as hell wasn't doing it in this humiliatingly pink dress.
This proved to be much more complicated than he had anticipated. He was actually wearing several layers of clothing, and it took him nearly fifteen minutes to figure out how to unlace the outer layers and strip down to his underskirts and what appeared to be a corset.
Luke swallowed his pride and took a moment to examine his body. The corset was, predictably, pink, and shrank his waist down to an impossibly small size, quite a bit thinner than his head. Unlacing it, he was relieved to find he could finally catch his breath. Unfortunately, his waist barely seemed to expand at all. Peach must have been wearing corsets for most of her life. Luke shook his head at the thought. I can't believe I'm thinking this much about the life and anatomy of someone that doesn't exist. Although, he sadly acknowledged, she did exist now, in him.
Now naked, Luke took another look at Peach's body. It was every bit as cartoonish in real life as it was in the games. His perfectly shaped, feminine legs took up over two thirds of his total body length, terminating in hips wider than the width of his now slender shoulders. They even seemed to attach more from the sides of his body than the base, like a Barbie doll's.
What Luke saw next forced him to gasp. His crotch was completely smooth and hairless. Completely smooth, without even the expected feminine slit. He really was built like a doll. Further inspection showed that his breasts were likewise formless, simple round spheres with no nipples. Even his buttock simply had an indented crack as opposed to an orifice. He felt himself near tears again. Could he even live like this? How the hell am I supposed to go to the bathroom? But then, he bitterly understood. He was physically incapable of cursing and completely lacked erogenous zones, so he doubted he was even capable of urinating or a bowel movement, since that would compromise his body's G rating.
The pink dress discarded in a heap by the bed, the physically and emotionally exhausted boy collapsed onto the bed without even putting any clothes on, and cried himself to sleep.
