Miranda Lawson

Damian selected the "randomize" option in the Mass Effect submenu, intentionally setting his gender preference to "male." As he was about to load in, his screen distorted and glitched.

Darkness enveloped him, but something was amiss. His loading screen didn't display any of Mass Effect's male characters. Instead, he saw a dark-haired woman in a white and black outfit. Strange. Had Batman updated the sim intermission screens to showcase more characters?

Seemed rather pointless.

Feeling returned to his body. He went to open his eyes but squinted at the bright light. As his eyes adjusted, Damian realized he was in an unfamiliar room filled with advanced technology. He glanced out the window only to be greeted by the void of space. A brilliant galaxy filled with stars.

He got up from the bed, coiling a brow as he looked down. Not only was he still very much himself and not a character from the game, he was naked too!

"Huh? Where are my clothes? And why am I me?"

Something was off. Perhaps this was a bug of some kind? He'd trained in the sims countless times before and each time he was made the character he selected. Shouldn't have picked the stupid random option. That's probably what caused the sim to bug out.

He sighed, debating giving the game a chance to fix itself or to just quit.

"Miranda Lawson," a calm, synthesized voice spoke up, startling Damian.

"You are required on the bridge."

"Who are you?" Damian demanded, trying to regain his composure.

"And why are you calling me Miranda Lawson?"

"I am EDI, the Enhanced Defense Intelligence of the Normandy SR-2. You are Miranda Lawson, a human biotic and a high-ranking officer of Cerberus," the AI replied, still addressing Damian as if he were the character from the game. EDI showed him a screen of the character he was supposed to be.

"No, I'm not her, I'm a guy," he insisted, growing increasingly annoyed.

Damian waved his hand in a crescent motion to summon the game's interaction menu. However, he stood there with a puzzled expression. The transparent holographic screens didn't pop out of thin air like they usually did. Had he been locked out of the menu somehow?

"What the hell's going on here?!"

Suddenly, a series of metallic arms emerged from the walls of the room. As the arms approached Damian, he tried to dodge them, but they were too quick. They held him in place, despite his best efforts to escape.

"What are you doing?!" Damian shouted, struggling against the metallic grasp.

"Your body does not match the one on file, Miranda Lawson," EDI replied, as a metallic arm injected his neck. His body began to tingle as he grew weak in the knees.

"W-What was in that...."

"Mild anesthetic merged with the DNA of Miranda Lawson."

A longer tube shaped arm extended down from the ceiling. The tip had a thin barrel on the end. At first he tensed, thinking it was an even larger needle, however, he was thrown off when it started to administer a gooey black substance to his feet. He wiggled his toes, only for the substance to harden into a solid glossy material.

"What the hell is that?"

"I am 3D printing your standard attire."

"No! I don't wanna wear her crap!"

The material continued to build up over his feet, forming a pair of black high heels. The construction moved up his calves, extending the heels all the way up his thighs. His legs expanded and grew, increasing his height several inches to a respectable 5'9" (175 cm). His thighs fattened as his hips widened to accommodate his larger womanly legs.

Damian grimaced as he felt the changes take place. He tried to keep his balance in the unfamiliar high heels, cursing under his breath.

"Stop this! I don't want to be her!"

"Apologies, Miranda Lawson," EDI replied, unyielding.

"I am merely correcting the discrepancy between your current appearance and the one on file." The AI repeated.

The black substance continued its ascent, wrapping around Damian's waist, sculpting it into an hourglass figure and continuing to form a skin tight jumpsuit over his altered body. He could feel his bones and muscles shift as his pelvis widened and his waist slimmed down. Snaps and pops erupted as his ass inflated into a gorgeous heart shape.

"Th-that's not my-"

Damian groaned, the substance pressing firmly against his crotch, building on his manhood and solidifying into fabric. The imprint of his member slowly receded, even as he reached for it in a vain attempt to rescue his fleeting masculinity. His worst fear was realized as he writhed there helplessly, moaning against his will as his body was altered. Hotter and hotter, the warmth between his legs grew as the fabric pressed and pressed until it was tight against his skin.

The substance moved up to his stomach, and Damian felt a sudden tightness, as if his organs were being rearranged within his new feminine form. He gasped, experiencing an unfamiliar sensation in his chest as two breasts began to form.

"No, no, no! This isn't happening!"

Damian exclaimed, his voice growing higher in pitch as it gradually became more feminine. He watched his bust grow larger and larger, the substance climbing up to his D-sized mounds.

The material covered his chest and formed Miranda's white and black top, which accentuated his new curves and merged with the rest of the jumpsuit. It then continued up his arms, slimming and reshaping them to match Miranda's toned limbs.

The substance finished its work on his body, completing his form fitting black and white jumpsuit. Damian felt a strange sensation in his face and neck. His jawline softened, and his cheekbones became more pronounced. He could feel his Adam's apple receding, causing his voice to take on a distinctly feminine timbre. His hair fell passed his shoulders, thickening and gaining an exquisite lavender scent, cascading down his back in dark waves. As it settled around his shoulders, he finally resembled the spitting image of Miranda Lawson.

His transformation complete, Damian stood in disbelief, struggling to accept his new female form. He glared at EDI, frustration and embarrassment evident in his eyes. A full length mirror was presented to Damian so he could take in the gravity of the situation. The woman in the mirror matched the image he was shown, except she had a shocked expression which matched the one Damian was making. The woman's face turned red as Damian eyed his new form. Looking down, he saw his new bountiful bust was encased in tight white and black spandex.

"Change me back!" he demanded. Miranda's soft, high pitched yet breathy tone exiting his lips.

"You now match your physical profile, Miranda Lawson. Further bodily modifications are not necessary."

The arms released "Miranda." She stumbled instantly, the weights on her chest pulling her forward as she tripped on her heels. Damian narrowly caught herself on the mirror and eyeing herself before turning away.

Annoyed, angry, and humiliated, Damian waved her hand again to summon the menu.

Denied.

The pop-up read.

"What?"

"I have locked you out of your menu. There is no time to waste, Miranda. You are needed on the bridge!"

EDI explained.

What did Damian do?