As a petite brown-haired girl

The air filled his lungs as Bran came to the surface, relieving him. But something felt wrong when he breathed. Especially when he didn't feel his hard manhood between his legs...

Wait, what?!!!

The Stark looked down and saw strange petite mounds which had formed on his chest, wet and pale as the rest of his skin.

"What in seve-" Bran cut himself as he heard the sound of his voice. Now it was clear to why his body felt so strange.

"WHAT IN SEVEN HELLS DID YOU DO TO ME?!" There was no doubt that voice belonged to his wild-spirited sister.

"You should be happy Lord Stark, I've just made you reencounter your lost sister, or should I say Lady Stark now?" The red witch replied provokingly. Bran fought against his restraints. Yet they felt so much tighter against his wrists this time.

Melisandre stepped closer and once more pushed his head inside with her foot. The Stark fought and struggled. With what little air remained in his lungs, Bran realized just how heavy the woman's foot was. 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.