As a curvy redheaded lady

The air filled his lungs as Bran came to the surface, relieving him. But something felt wrong when he breathed. Especially as his breasts floated on the water...

Wait, WHAT?!!!

The Stark looked down and surely enough a pair of mounds, pale as the rest of his skin, were there.

"What in seve-" Bran cut himself as he heard the sound of his voice. Now it was clear to whom that lock of hair had belonged to.

"WHAT IN SEVEN HELLS DID YOU DO TO ME?!" There was no doubt that voice sounded exactly like his auburn-haired sister.

"You should be happy Lord Stark, I've just brought your sister back to life, or should I say Lady Stark now?" The red witch replied provokingly. Bran fought against his restraints in vain, as they felt way stronger against his wrists this time.

Melisandre stepped closer and once more pushed his head inside with her foot. The Stark fought and struggled. But the more effort he put, the quicker he got tired and the quicker he drowned. Even underwater, he felt tears forming in his eyes, insulted and livid to what had been done to him. Stripped of his castle when the Boltons took it, stripped of his family when they murdered all his siblings and parents, and now, stripped of his own body, his very identity. The newly transformed Northerner soon felt the water fill his lungs and his body go limp when he finally passed out.