Jack, who's going to give her a makeover

Miranda didn't know what hit her, but she definitely knew who. Miranda had been doing some work when Jack walked into her office, looking deeply pleased with herself. Before Miranda could even ask what was going on, she saw Jack's hand glow. Next thing she knew, she was on the floor. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't the floor of her office, but the floor of the engineering bay. Specifically, a certain tattooed psychopath's place under the stairs.

"Good morning cheerleader," Jack sneered smugly. Miranda saw Jack's foot, then followed it up to Jack herself. She was naked. It was only then Miranda realized so was she. "Sleep well?"

"You... What did you do? Why have you brought me down here?"

"Where else would we go?" Jack shrugged. Right now, Miranda wanted nothing more than to throw herself at Jack and tear the criminal limb from limb. However, Jack had the drop on her, so she was going to have to bide her time for the moment. "As for what I did, well I've been thinking," Jack continued. "I don't think we're all that different you and I, it's just that you're such a stuck-up bitch cheerleader. You don't have any free spirit. You're just the way daddy made you."

"Shut up."

"So here's what's going to happen now. We're going to fix that, little by little, until you finally learn how to lighten the fuck up. Like me." Jack grinned. "Don't worry, you won't notice a thing." Just like she didn't notice the vibrator stuck up her ass at this very moment, or the faint smell of sex from when Jack had been fucking her silly not too much long ago. Before she could say anything in response, Jack snapped her fingers, and Miranda blacked out.

...

In Commander Shepard's experience, there was perhaps no one more vain in the entire galaxy than Miranda Lawson. The only thing stopping her from her cloning herself and then making love to herself was the fact that she couldn't be singularly perfect if there was more than one of her. It wasn't entirely her fault she was like this, the Commander realized; Miranda had been grown by her father to be the perfect woman and that experiment had succeeded beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Her mind, however, had been disfigured by a lifetime of **** and manipulation by those in authority. In the end, the only thing she truly trusted was herself, and she did everything to make sure she did not change.

So it came as a bit of a surprise to the entire crew when she started to wear her hair differently, tying it into a ponytail behind her head. She also had started wearing lipstick, matte black, and matching eyeliner. It was an odd choice given that her epidermis was self-regulating, meaning her skin was always unblemished and smooth as silk, while her lips were always plump and glossy.

"You like the new look?" She asked, when Shepard brought it up. She did, as it so happened, but that was no surprise. If their professional and personal relationships weren't already complicated enough by the fact that Miranda literally raised her from the dead, Jane probably would have found a way to fuck her silly by now. As it stood, however, Shepard simply nodded.

"What, uh, made you change things up?" She asked, unsure of how else to phrase that.

"Oh?" She paused, thinking, then shrugged. "I guess I just got tired of looking at the same face in the mirror every morning." Those words coming from that mouth nearly sent the Commander to the infirmary in a state of shock. Miranda, for her part, simply moved on as if nothing unusual had happened.

After that, she started to make more drastic changes. She dropped her usual jumpsuit, instead donning a white tank-top made of the same material, and a black sleeveless leather vest on top of that. The crew noticed she was putting on muscle, her arms showing more definition than they once had. She also started wearing stockings, a skirt, and high-heeled boots. Shepard noticed the sudden change in appearance in her from head to toe, but said nothing as she was too busy ogling her alongside the rest of the crew.

Her behavior changed as well. She became less serious, and even began to joke around with some of the crew. Shepard walked in on her one day, chatting with Kasumi at the bar about something or another. They both stopped talking when she entered the room, and Kasumi simply vanished. Miranda looked up at her, smiling.

"Hey Jane," she said.

Shepard blinked. Miranda Lawson had just called her Jane. Not Commander. Not Shepard. Jane. "Uh... Hi, Miranda. What was that all about?"

"Oh, nothing. Girl talk."

"Girl talk?" Shepard repeated, unsure of what else to say.

"Yeah. You know, girl talk." Miranda shrugged, then smiled again. "Anyway, I should go. Work to do. See ya.” She stood up and walked past Shepard, who watched her go, trying to stop her jaw from dropping. When she was gone, Shepard turned to see Kasumi sitting where she had been before. She hadn’t moved it seemed, just cloaked to eavesdrop as she sometimes did.

"I’m not sure what just happened," she said.

"Neither am I," Kasumi replied “but I got to admit, I’m liking the change of pace. Never a dull moment on this ship.”

“Yeah…” Shepard said, biting her lip. “This is real life right? I’m not dead again and in some weird purgatory ?”

“Far as I know,” Kasumi shrugged.

“Okay. That’s what I thought.” She paused again. “I think I need a stiff drink.”

***

Back in her quarters, Miranda was leaning back in her chair, feet up on her desk, as some ambient music played in the background. It wasn’t her usual classical fare. She hadn’t been enjoying that much lately. This was harsher, heavier, more chaotic. Yet no less satisfying. She closed her eyes and listened, humming along with the tune. She felt relaxed. More relaxed than she’d ever felt in her life. She was enjoying the moment so much she almost didn’t hear the knock at her door.

“Come in,” she said, opening her eyes. She frowned as Jack walked into the room.

“Why hello cheerleader,” she chuckled. “Dig the new look.”

“Not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult,” Miranda replied.

“Oh believe me, highest fucking regards,” Jack said, leaning against the wall. She cocked her head, looking curiously at the sound system. “This Thresher Maw?”

“…Yeah, good right?” Miranda said after a pause. She placed her hands behind her head, tapping her boot on the desk in line with the beat.

“Didn’t realize you had taste cheerleader,” Jack smiled. Miranda ignored her, or perhaps didn’t hear her over the screeching. “Got to say I heard you were turning heads around the ship, but damn. Even better than I was imagining.”

“Yeah, well, I figured it was time for a change,” Miranda shrugged. “Get out of my comfort zone.”

“You’re doing a good job of it,” Jack said. She stepped forward and sat down on the desk, crossing her legs. Miranda looked at her, causing Jack to grin. “You gonna tell me off cheerleader?”

“Nah,” Miranda said. “Not worth the effort.” Jack laughed.

“Wow, you really are changing. You’re not even pissed at me for calling you cheerleader anymore?”

“I mean, it’s still annoying,” Miranda admitted. “But it’s not worth getting worked up over. Besides, you’re going to call me whatever you want regardless of what I say.”

“I mean yeah, but it’s not as fun when you don’t get mad.” Jack leaned forward, looking Miranda in the eye. “What’s gotten into you?”

Miranda shrugged. “I don’t know. Just tired of being the way I am I guess. Tired of being a bitch.”

“That’s good. So was I. Nighty night,” Jack said, lifting her hand and snapping her fingers, causing Miranda to go rigid in her chair, eyes wide, expression vacant, body at attention. “And I’m glad to see you’re still doing so well. Been a few days since I last checked in on you. Had to make sure the conditioning would hold up.” She reached forward and brushed a lock of hair out of Miranda’s face. “Gotta say, I like the new look. Very sexy. Wasn’t sure how your perfect little brain would process all the shit I put into it.” Jack stood up and walked around the chair, running her fingers along Miranda’s shoulders as she did so. She leaned in, whispering into her ear. “Wakey wakey.” She snapped her fingers again.

Miranda blinked, shaking her head. “Ugh… What?” She looked around. “Where am I? What’s that noise? Wh… Why can’t I move?”

“Hey cheerleader,” Jack said, walking around to stand in front of her and leaning over the desk.

“You…” Miranda glared. “What did you do? I was here… then I was…” She tried to think, but her memories were foggy.

“Lemme fill in some gaps for you, kay cheerleader?” Jack grinned. “I’ve been messing with your head for a few weeks now. Ever since I caught you in your office and brought you down to my place.”

“What?” Miranda asked. “That’s… No. That’s impossible. I’d remember if you…” She trailed off as she noticed her own outfit, her reflection in the holographic display… She didn’t even recognize herself. Her face began to swell with rage, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t will herself to move. It was like she was paralyzed below the neck.

She could still use her voice though.

“You fucking tattooed shitfaced cunt! I will fucking kill you! You fucking hear me bitch?! I will fucking **** you and flay your inked fucking hide with my goddamn mind!”

Jack laughed. “Oh, I love it when you get mad. Gets me so wet. But don’t worry, I’m not done yet. In fact, I’m just getting started.” She lifted her hand, glowing blue. “Back to bed.”

Miranda’s eyes went wide again, her expression vacant, body rigid. All emotion leaving her in an instant. That got Jack even wetter. Time to have some fun.

“Stand up,” she ordered. Miranda obeyed, standing at attention. “Now, strip.” She watched as Miranda removed her vest, then her tank top, then her skirt. She took off her boots and stockings, then stood there in her underwear. Jack whistled appreciatively. “Damn cheerleader, I knew you had a rocking body, but damn. Looking good. Knew telling you to work out was a good idea.”

“Thank you,” Miranda said robotically.

“Now, take off your bra and panties,” Jack commanded. Miranda obeyed, exposing her perky tits and bald pussy. Jack licked her lips. “Mmm…” She walked over and ran her hands along Miranda’s breasts, groping them roughly. She flicked her thumbs across her nipples, making them harden. “Fuck yeah. These are nice. Almost forgot how good they felt. See what a few days apart can do to a girl?” She pinched one of them, twisting it slightly. Miranda gasped. “Oh, feeling sensitive? Good. I like that.” She leaned in and locked lips with Miranda, who robotically returned the gesture. Jack shoved her tongue into her mouth, swirling it around. Miranda’s tongue met hers, but it was clear she wasn’t really into it. Not that Jack cared. She broke the kiss and stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Alright, time to fuck. Get on your knees.”

Miranda dropped to her knees, looking up at Jack obediently. Jack grinned, taking a few steps back and sitting on the edge of Miranda’s bed. “C’mere. Eat me out bitch.” Miranda crawled forward until she was between Jack’s legs. She grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them down, exposing Jack’s pussy. She leaned in and began licking her clit. “Fuck yeah…” Jack moaned, grabbing a fistful of Miranda’s hair and pushing her face deeper into her crotch. “Fucking eat me out bitch!”

Miranda continued to lick, sucking on Jack’s clit. She moved down to her pussy, sticking her tongue inside. Jack groaned as she felt Miranda’s tongue enter her. “Fuck yeah… That’s it… Get in there… Fuck…” She let go of Miranda’s hair and wrapped her legs around Miranda’s hesd, enjoying the sensation. “Fuck… Yeah… Keep going… Fuck…” She bucked her hips, grinding against Miranda’s face. “Fuck… Yes… Oh fuck yes… Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!” Jack screamed as she came, squirting all over Miranda’s face, causing her makeup to run. “Fuck…” She panted, unwrapping her legs from Miranda’s head. “Fuck that was good… Alright, stand up.” Miranda stood up, wiping her face with her hand. “Clean yourself up,” Jack ordered. Miranda did so, using a nearby towel to wipe away the mess. “I think we can stop messing around cheerleader. Tomorrow, I’ll give you your first tattoo, and when I do, there will be no more Miranda Lawson.”

***

The next day, Miranda walked into Jack’s place under the stairs. Jack smiled, looking as if she didn’t know why the XO had come down there. “Well well, look who decided to show up. What brings you down here cheerleader?”

“I, uh…” Miranda bit her lip. “Well… I was thinking… Given I’ve been changing things up… and given how… Well we’re not as different as we used to be… I was wondering if maybe you’d uh…”

“Spit it out cheerleader,” Jack said, rolling her eyes theatrically.

“…Could you give me a tattoo?” Miranda almost whimpered, flush with embarrassment. It was the most precious thing Jack had ever seen. She flashed a wide grin.

“Oh fuck, you’re serious?!” Jack feigned surprise. “You want me to give you a tattoo?”

“No need to be loud about it…” Miranda grumbled.

“Oh fuck. This is… Fuck. Yeah, shit, let’s do it. I was just touching myself up earlier.” That was actually true. It was so much easier when she could use state of the art equipment and not a rusty prison needle like she had. A part of her missed the sting; painless tattoos felt like cheating in some ways. She guided Miranda over to a foldout table, next to which her kit was already set up. “Gonna have to get naked for this,” Jack said.

“Of course,” Miranda sighed, stripping down. Jack admired her body, remembering how she’d fucked it silly the previous night. Miranda lay down on her stomach across the table. “So what are you going to do?”

“Well, what do you want?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know… Something tasteful I guess?” Miranda shrugged. “I’m sure you have something in mind.”

“Oh yeah, totally,” Jack nodded.

“Please… Please don’t do anything… You know…”

“Look cheerleader, I might not like you, but I also admire the art. Not going to ruin that just to fuck with you. No, I was thinking… a butterfly. Line it up with the spine, wings right across your back.”

Miranda looked up, surprised. “A butterfly?”

“Yeah, to celebrate you finally coming out of your shell,” Jack smiled, and it was a warm smile too. A real smile. Even she was surprised. Miranda smiled back.

“Okay… Yeah. That sounds nice.”

“Good. Now lie back down and relax.” Miranda did so, resting her head on her arms. Jack prepped her tools, then began to work. Miranda winced at the pain, but quickly adjusted to it. It was actually quite soothing once she got used to it. Jack worked in silence for a while, before Miranda spoke up.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Everything. For Cerberus. For my father. For being such a bitch to you all these years.”

Jack paused. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know. Just been thinking a lot lately. About my life. My father. Everything. I realized I don’t like who I am. Who I was. I want to be better.”

This next part was going to make Jack cum on the spot, she fucking swore it. This was more perfect than she could have ever envisioned. The twisted perverse joy Jack was feeling right now, knowing how badly she’d fucked with this bitch’s head… Oh how she wished she could savor it.

“Wow…” Jack said. “That’s… Wow. That’s a big change of heart. I mean, I noticed you were acting differently, but damn. What brought this on?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like… the old me has to go.”

“Don’t worry. Soon you’ll be saying nighty night to her,” Jack said snapping her fingers, causing Miranda to go stiff again, “and wakey wakey to the new you.” She snapped her fingers again.

“Wha… Ah… What is that?” Miranda said, feeling the sting in her back. “What are you doing?”

“Oh just giving you a tattoo,” Jack said, causing Miranda’s eyes to widen. “I wanted you to be here for the moment you disappear Miranda.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you see, I’ve been fucking with your head for a few weeks now. I’ve been changing you, making you less uptight, more like me. And now, with this tattoo, you’ll be gone forever. All that stuck up cheerleader bitching will finally be over.”

“You… You can’t do this!” Miranda cried. “You can’t just erase me!”

“I can and I will,” Jack said, continuing her work. “And you’re gonna thank me for it. You’re going to need a new name I think. I mean you’ll still be Miranda, sure, but no one’s going to call you that. I was thinking maybe…” She rolled her tongue around in her cheek. “How about Andi? Andi Lawson. Got a ring to it don’t you think!”

“Please… Please don’t do this…” Miranda begged. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! Just please don’t do this!”

“Sorry cheerleader, no can do,” Jack said. “Besides, I think you’re going to like the new you. I mean, I’ve already been programming her. She’s going to be way more fun than you ever were. Plus, she’s going to be a total slut for me. Isn’t that great?”

“No…” Miranda sobbed. “No… No… No…”

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon,” Jack said. “Just a few more minutes and then you’ll be gone forever. And then Andi will take your place.”

“No… Please… Please don’t do this…” Miranda begged.

“Sorry cheerleader, but it’s already done,” Jack said. “Now, just relax and enjoy the ride.” For the next few minutes, Miranda panicked, threatened, and begged, unable to move, unable to stop what Jack was doing. With each detail complete, Miranda felt a little part of her personality break away, disappearing forever. She tried to hold onto it, thinking about the things she loved. She thought about music, about the classical sounds she loved… and how boring they had become these past few weeks. How could she have ever been so dull? Wait… No… That wasn’t right…

She shifted gears, and thought about Oriana. Jack couldn’t take her away. Her perfect sister. She thought about how beautiful she was, and how good she would look with tattoos and piercings, and maybe a collar. Wait… No… That wasn’t right either… Was it?

She thought about Shepard. How she respected her. How she trusted her. How badly she wanted her freckled face between her legs, licking away like the slut she secretly knew she was. Mmm…

Finally Miranda thought about Jack. How much she hated her. How much she wanted to kill her. How sorry she was for being a stuck up bitch all this time. How wonderful Jack was for helping her discover her true self. How great it would be when all of these prim and proper thoughts finally just went…

POP!

“And we’re done!” Jack announced. “Now… How do you feel… Andi?”

Andi smiled. “Like a new woman.” She sat up, feeling the tattoo on her back. “Ah…”

“Does it sting?”

“No… It feels… good… Heh. Real good.”

“I’m glad.” Jack grinned. “How does it feel knowing what I did to you?”

Andi shrugged. “Honestly? I don’t care. I mean, I probably should, but honestly, fuck the old me. She was a stuck-up bitch who needed to lighten up. I like the new me way better.”

“Good. Because I like the new you too,” Jack said. “She’s so much more agreeable.”

“I know, right?” Replied Andi. She paused, and arched her eyebrow. “That’s funny… You wouldn’t happen to know I feel like I need to do whatever you say?”

“Oh, you definitely do,” Jack confirmed. “You’re gonna be my little **** from now on. You’re gonna do whatever I say, whenever I say it.”

“Mmm… Sounds good to me,” Andi said. “I’ve always wanted to be a ****. I mean, I never really thought about it before, but now that you mention it, it seems like the perfect job for me. I’m good at following orders, and I love being told what to do.” The old Miranda would have rather died than say that aloud. Technically, she got her wish.

“Good. Now let’s go shock some people…”

…

Shepard had just about given up trying to figure out what was going with Miranda when she asked that she be called Andi from now on. Not only that, but she was apparently now a submissive lesbian, and going at it with Jack of all people. A few weeks ago and the two of them would have ripped each other’s heads off, now they were fucking each other?!

No. There was no fucking way this was real life. She had to be having a fucking weird dream or…

“You did something to her didn’t you?” Shepard pointed her finger at Jack. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I gave her a tattoo?” Jack offered. “Believe me, I was just as surprised as anyone.”

“Bullshit,” Shepard said. “There is no way Miranda changed this much so quickly without you or someone else fucking with her head.”

“And so what if she did fuck with my head, Shep?” Said Andi, approaching from behind. “What does it matter? I’m happier this way. I’m freer this way. I’m more me than I’ve ever been. I’m not the old me anymore. I’m not some stuck-up cheerleader bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else because she was genetically engineered to be perfect. I’m just me. Andi Lawson. I’m a slutty tattooed punk bitch who loves to get fucked by her girlfriend. And I love it.”

Strangely, Shepard couldn’t actually formulate a counterpoint to that. She wanted to, but at the same time, seeing her like this… There was a certain appeal.

“Okay. Fine. But this isn’t over, got it?” Shepard said before marching off. Andi watched her go, then turned to Jack.

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“Nah. She just needs the right incentive,” Jack said. “And it’s already waiting for her upstairs.”

…

Shepard stewed in the elevator over what to do. On the one hand, crew morale was at an all time high and Andi, brainwashed though she may be, seemed completely at peace with her situation. On the other hand, Miranda had her personality forcibly reconstructed against her will by her most hated rival, who was now fucking her silly day in and day out. That wasn’t exactly something she could just let slide. What if Jack did it to someone else? What if she did it to her? As the doors to her quarters opened, she realized she had to do something…

…until she saw the blue beauty lying seductively on the bed.

“Welcome back, Shepard,” Liara said in a sultry but submissive tone. “Jack and I were talking and she made me realize how inattentive I’ve been to your needs… I’ve been such a bad girl… You should be able to do whatever you want to your brainless blue **** slut whenever you want. After all, I exist only to obey…”

Shepard stared for a moment, then slowly walked forward, stripping off her clothes as she went.

On second thought, maybe Jack was on to something.