(Her) self???

Commander Shepard stumbled onto the Normandy, having had a delicious time on Omega, but perhaps overdid it a bit. Aria told her that one shot of some viscous green liquid would get her to dissociate from herself, and she made sure Aria was **** for an orgasm when she told her, so it was likely the truth.

Shepard was feeling the effects as she looked in the mirror in her bathroom. Though, in her ****-induced state, she didn't quite believe she had dissociated fully. However, there was one way to find out. Without thinking, she pointed at her reflection in the mirror and began to speak.

"H-heyyy, you're hot, and you know it. You're not such an u-uptighht, prissssy bitchh as they think you arrrre. You know wh-hat? From now on, you're gonna dress in the sluttiest outfits! Oh, a-and underwear...? Hiss-torrry. Jus-st call me...you...whoevvvrrr. Commando Shepard! Hahaha!" She slurred.

To emphasize her point, she reached under the tight dress she was wearing and pulled her red bikini cut panties to her ankles. Stumbling as she stepped out of them, she held them up and sniffed them before throwing them into the garage chute.

"S-so long, amigo. No more undies for C-Command...Comman...do..." She said before she fell onto the floor, ****.