Mercy

Damian chose the randomize option within the "Overwatch" submenu, making sure to set his preferences to "male." However, as he initiated the loading sequence, he noticed a glitch. The screen distorted slightly, and instead of the typical darkness, there was something amiss. His loading screen didn't display any of the conventional male heroes from Overwatch. Instead, he saw a blonde woman dressed in white and yellow, an angelic symbol adorning her chest. She struck a pose with a staff that emitted a golden light. Puzzled, Damian wondered if his father had updated the game to show more than just the character he had chosen. The notion seemed unnecessary.

As the loading screen dissipated, Damian anticipated awakening as an Overwatch character. Instead, he found himself, Damian Wayne, in a small medical room furnished with a bed, medical equipment, and storage cabinets. Confused, he examined the unfamiliar room. Lacking knowledge of Overwatch's lore, Damian couldn't discern his location. On the wall, he spotted the same staff wielded by the woman in the loading screen. Was it merely a prop? He approached the futuristic door but received a "credentials invalid" message upon attempting to open it. Damian realized something was amiss; he shouldn't be himself in the game world.

The young ward tried to quit the game through the menu, but the "quit" option was grayed out.

Unavailable - Complete the quest objective in order to access this option.

Intrigued, Damian scratched his head. What was his objective? Locked in the medical room and unable to leave or quit the game, he suspected he was experiencing a glitch.

Suddenly, a pop-up appeared.

A glitch has been detected. Performing hotfix...

Damian felt relieved for a moment, aware that the game was maintained by Brother Eye, his father's custom-created AI that operated the Batcomputer.

As the game worked to fix itself, Damian pondered which character he was meant to be. He explored the immaculate, metallic medical room and opened the storage cabinet. Expecting advanced armor to match the staff, he instead found the white and yellow outfit worn by the woman in the loading screen. Upon further inspection, he discovered only different variations of the same outfit and practical boots for various situations. Clearly, the room belonged to a woman. Damian wasn't naive; he had an inkling of who the game had chosen, but denial clouded his judgment.

Turning his attention to the medical supplies, Damian found a futuristic tablet on the counter. As he picked it up, it activated.

"Overwatch ID confirmed," an automated voice announced.

"Welcome back, Mercy," the screen displayed the profile of the woman named Mercy.

There she was, the same woman from the loading screen. Bewildered, Damian couldn't understand how this happened. He had specifically selected "male" options in the simulation's filter before loading in. The options must have been bugged, or the game was heavily glitched.

Once more, Damian tried to quit but received the same message.

Unavailable - Complete the quest objective in order to access this option.

Frustrated, Damian was about to complain when a new pop-up appeared.

Glitch patched. Downloading character model... 0%.

Objectives updated. Get dressed and attend the briefing.

Taken aback, Damian scowled. Get dressed? What did downloading character model mean?

In a flash, Mercy's outfit flew off the shelf and attached itself to his body like a symbiotic entity!

"What in the world?!"

Damian struggled to remove the costume, but it refused to budge! He tumbled to the floor as the outfit encased his feet and crept up his legs, reshaping them into a more slender and delicate form. This was not what he had signed up for! Damian tried to resist the relentless advance of the outfit, but it continued to envelop his calves and knees. His legs felt numb as they became hairless, reshaping subtly and moving upward from his knees. His thighs gained extra mass, seemingly from nowhere, as the character model continued to render. Then, his waist narrowed and thickened until it reached his hips.

Downloading character model... 20%.

His buttocks expanded, growing wider and rounder. The material pushed outward, his rear taking on an attractive heart shape. His male anatomy was teased by his smooth, thick thighs rubbing against it. The fabric of Mercy's bodysuit clung to his member, forcing it down painfully against his crotch. Clearly, the suit was not designed for such an unnecessary appendage.

"No! Not that! Anything but that!"

Downloading character model... 45%.

Damian grasped at his crotch, clawing at the impervious material of the bodysuit in vain. He pleaded with the AI to stop, but his cries were ignored.

SCHLURP! SCHLURP!

Damian winced from a mix of pleasure and pain as his testicles retracted into his pelvis. The sperm cells were rapidly converted to eggs as his testicles transformed into ovaries. A womb formed in the soon-to-be former-boy-wonder's body. Steadily, his male organ began to recede into the newly forming crevice between his legs. The sensation of his old anatomy rubbing against his still-forming clitoris was unbearable. His face flushed crimson from the unfamiliar sensation.

Downloading character model... 65%.

Unable to get a grip on the encroaching outfit, the costume thwarted every attempt Damian made. All he managed to do was involuntarily fondle himself, which only heightened the uncomfortable pleasure. He tried to slip his hand under the brown pantyhose advanced to his waist, but the outfit was vacuum-sealed to his skin! His waist started to narrow, the little muscle he had becoming leaner and creating a flat, feminine stomach. The stretchy material hugged tightly around his torso, slipping his arms forcefully into the sleeves and the attached gloves. Once it reached his chest, his nipples hardened. Static rippled throughout his (her?) body as his nipples rubbed against the fabric of his new suit. He tried to press them down to prevent them from growing, but his efforts were futile. His breasts swelled and blossomed into a firm D-cup. As soon as his breasts finished developing, his male organ had completely vanished, replaced by a newly-formed slit.

Downloading character model... 90%.

"I... ugh...."

Damian flopped over, one hand grabbing her breast and the other her crotch. She fought the alien urges she experienced as her body continued to undergo female puberty. Her strong Wayne features softened, her lips plumping and her eyes turning blue. Her short, spiky black hair cascaded past her shoulders, transforming into a honey blonde before shaping up into a ponytail adorned with a halo. Ivory panels slammed against her now feminine form, locking into place over the bodysuit. Wings attached to her back, lifting her up and lowering her into her high heeled combat boots.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the transformation completed, and her first female orgasm shook her to the core.

Damian Wayne was no more. In his place was Mercy, also known as Angela Ziegler, a brilliant doctor and renowned healer of Overwatch.

"Ugh... Was ist...?"

"Verdammt?!"

"Was that... German...? Since when do I speak German?!"

Downloading character model... 100%.

Damian, now Mercy, lifted her gloved hand up, her eyes falling to her body. The two fleshy mounds on her chest obstructed her vision, preventing her from clearly seeing her new form. She found a mirror and her jaw dropped.

"I...I look like a tech angel..?"

Damian furrowed her brows. Was she supposed to be a healer or something?

"How is any of this supposed to help me with combat training?!"

Mercy's golden staff flung off the rack and landed in Damian's hand. Her hand clenched firmly around it though she wanted to drop it.

"N-no! I don't want this stupid thing!"

She tried to pry it out of her palm but it was no use. She accidentally fired a few golden beams around the office.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Damian ceasted her struggling for a moment.

"Hey, Angela! You're going to miss the briefing if you don't hurry up!"

She heard the familiar voice of Tracer, a British woman, on the other side of the door.

"I'm coming out!"

Damian's lips moved against her will. She held her hand up to her mouth. Did the game just **** her to speak a specific line of dialogue?

In disbelief, she got up and tried to regain her composure. Every step she took felt foreign, her new body unfamiliar and unwieldy. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and dread as she approached the door. This game had taken things too far, and she wanted out. But first, she needed to complete the objective.

As she opened the door, she was greeted by Tracer's cheerful smile.

"There you are, love! Let's get going, Winston's waiting for us."

"Mercy", feeling her body move on its own accord, followed Tracer down the hall towards the briefing room. The Valkyrie suit, once a mere image on a loading screen, now clung to every curve of her new form. The weight of the suit, the wings, and the staff all felt oddly natural, as if she had worn them for years.

Inside the briefing room, the rest of the Overwatch team waited. They welcomed her in, but she could tell that they saw only Mercy and not the young Damian Wayne trapped within.