Weiss looked around for inspiration. Surely, it was a jest, but it was an interesting thought. While Weiss was convinced she didn't need a childish toy to reach perfection, she couldn't help but think of people who excelled in everything she lacked. And right on cue, one of those people walked by: Pyrrha Nikos.
While Yang would've been more satisfying, Pyrrha was someone Weiss had her eyes on even before Beacon, and it was easy to see why. She was tall, stunning, and perhaps the best combatant in Beacon despite being a first year. Weiss, while graceful and talented, was barely taller than Ruby despite the age gap, likely wasn't much better in terms of bust, and nearly got beaten by a boarbatusk because of small distractions.
A devious smirk found its way on the heiress' face. She could see it now, her with Pyrrha's body and life. Everything she ever wanted; The skill, the fame, the beauty, leading her own tea-.... Weiss' fingers slowly lifted themselves from the two buttons on the remote. Even if she was just pretending, taking on Pyrrha's life wouldn't mean being lead by the admittedly competent dolt, Ruby, but the complete mess of a huntsman that was Jaune Arc. That in itself reminded her that Jaune's only knowledge of the prodigy was her Pumpkin Pete sponsorship, and Weiss wasn't sure that was the fame she wanted. No, in fact, she wanted to prestige for her family, so taking up Pyrrha's entire life would be counter productive.
Putting more thought than necessary into the thought exercise, Weiss concluded that she'd only take Pyrrha's body, skills, semblance, and weapon... and her clothes too. While Weiss wished to keep her clothes, she doubted they'd match the aesthetic of the amazonian Pyrrha. At least she was wearing a combat skirt.
"Am I really doing this?"
Weiss held the remote gently, taking aim from around a nearby corner. If anyone saw her playing like this, her team would never let her live it down. No one was in the way, Pyrrha had her back to her, it was now or never.
With a click of four buttons, Weiss was blinded by the resulting flash, but she could tell immediately that something had happened.
Her clothes were different. No longer were they of a light fabric, but of durable armor. The amazing part was how light it all was. Even with Milo and Akouo strapped to her back, it felt like she could run a couple miles and still have the energy to stay awake in Port's rambling lectures. Looking down, Weiss was greeted with Pyrrha's sizable breasts. Impulsively grabbing them, Weiss gasped as a wave of pleasure permeated her body. She let go quickly, but couldn't help but want to around with what didn't belong to her. When else would she have breasts like this? Her gloved fingers ran up and down Pyrrha's muscular body. Her body. It was her body currently. Her incredible breasts, her toned legs, and her incredible figure. And that wasn't all.
The remote lay on the floor, abandoned during Weiss' self experimentation. Putting her hand forward and hoping her body would do the rest, Weiss pulled the remote into her hand with her newfound semblance.
"...It worked!" She claimed incredulously.
"Hello there." A familiar voice came from behind. Weiss was jumped, not expecting to be confronted by Pyrraha, in Weiss' old body no less.
"Pyrrha! Hey... there." Weiss was horrible under pressure but the sudden change in voice had caught her further off guard.
"Are you okay Weiss? You don't quite seem yourself today."
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