A Quarian from Mass Effect.

In the end, Tom voted with his own personal choice in waifu. Rubbing the coin, he said aloud, “I wish that, for the next week, Sarah will be a Quarian from Mass Effect. No one will find it weird that she’s an alien, and while she needs to wear a quarantine suit to avoid being sick, the effects are just like a cold if she gets infected, rather than dying.” After all, putting her life in genuine danger wasn’t what he wanted.

From the wide eyes on her face, Sarah had definitely not expected that particular wish from him. But then the changes started to take effect, so rapidly that Tom couldn’t really see them happening. That was made worse by the fact that her clothes were among the first things to change, quickly turning into a completely skintight suit that wrapped around her body, a visor covering her face that didn’t allow him to see her expression. There were other changes he was able to see, at least. Her hands losing several fingers, the ones she still had growing longer. Her knees bending back, the opposite direction, now resembling something more like the hindlegs of a dog. The color of her eyes changed through the visor, becoming a deep purple. And, perhaps colored by Tom’s thoughts while making the wish, her hips grew a little wider, her ass getting a little thicker.

When all was said and done, there was no way for him to deny that she was a Quarian now. Sarah was looking down at her changed body, swiveling around to get a good look at her butt. “Keelah, did you really need to make my ass this big?” she asked, her voice having the same vaguely Eastern European accent to it that Tali had. For the most part, aside from her butt, Sarah looked like she had her same figure as before under the suit, which had the same kind of hood and fabric accents the ones in the game often did, with hers being a shade of light blue.

Holding up his palms in a gesture of innocence, Tom told her, “Hey, you heard me make the wish! I guess Quarians are just thicc by nature.” That got a throaty laugh from her, and he took a step closer, running a hand over the material of her suit. “So, how does it feel?” After all, it wasn’t every day you became an alien.

The question made her hum, tapping a much longer index finger to the side of her head. “That’s an interesting question.”