She agrees.

Shepard thought about the decision, as the crew members sat in stunned silence. It was clear that they had given the matter a great deal of thought.

"I can't believe I'm saying this." Shepard took a deep breath. "I'll do it. I'll be the Normandy's naked pet."

A collective sigh of relief filled the room, as the crew members exchanged glances of approval. Miranda nodded, her expression a mix of satisfaction and relief. "Very well, Commander. We will begin making the necessary preparations."

"Alright, Commander. There are a few new rules you will have to follow." Liara said.

Shepard nodded, her expression a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "Go on," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"First and foremost, you will be required to be naked at all times while on the Normandy," Miranda began. "This is to ensure that you are always available and accessible to the female crew members."

Shepard already knew that one but it was still a lot to know she had to be naked all the time

Miranda's eyes locked onto Shepard's, her gaze stern but controlled. "You must be respectful and follow all orders of all female crew members, without question or hesitation," she continued, her voice firm but measured. "You will address us as 'Mistress' or 'Ma'am' at all times, and you will not speak unless spoken to."

Shepard's eyes dropped, her face flushing with a mix of emotions. She felt a surge of humiliation and submission, but also a spark of curiosity and excitement. She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Mistress."

Liara smiled, her eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement. "Good, Shepard.

"Now, let's get started on your transition. You will have all clothes and personal items that may distract or hinder your duties removed from your quarters." She nodded to a nearby crew member, who stepped forward with a large storage bin.

Shepard watched in a mix of fascination and trepidation as the crew member began took her back to her quarters and began to systematically remove every item of clothing from her quarters, including her iconic N7 armor. The sound of rustling fabric and clinking metal filled the air as the crew member carefully placed each item into the bin.

Miranda stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Shepard's. "This includes all personal items, Commander. No exceptions. Please give me your dogtags."

Shepard sighed and pulled off her tags. She felt wrong without them.

Liara's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she added, "And, Shepard, you will also be required to wear a collar at all times, with a small name tag that reads 'Pet'." She smiled sweetly, her voice dripping with innocence. "It's just a little something to remind you of your new role."

Shepard's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't say anything. She simply nodded, her face flushing with a mix of emotions. Liara stepped forward, holding out a small, delicate collar made of black leather. The collar was adorned with a small, silver name tag that read "Pet" in bold letters.

Miranda's voice was gentle but firm. "Shepard, please remove your clothes so you can take your new place."

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the ship's engines in the distance.

Shepard's hands hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She took a deep breath, her eyes darting around the room as she slowly began to undress. The crew members watched in silence, their faces expressionless, as Shepard's clothes fell to the floor.

Liara's eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as she stepped forward, holding out the collar.

Liara's slender fingers brushed against Shepard's skin as she carefully fastened the collar around her neck. The cool metal of the name tag settled against Shepard's collarbone, a constant reminder of her new role. Shepard's eyes dropped, her gaze fixed on the floor as she felt a surge of vulnerability wash over her.

Miranda's voice cut through the silence, her tone firm but measured. "Very good, Shepard. You may now address us as 'Mistress' or 'Ma'am' at all times. Remember, you are to be respectful and obedient, without question or hesitation."

Shepard's voice barely rose above a whisper as she replied, "Yes, Mistress."

Miranda nodded to a nearby crew member, who stepped forward and began to move the furniture in Shepard's quarters. The bed was replaced with a large, plush cushion, while the desk and other personal items were moved to the side of the room. The walls were adorned with soft, pastel-colored fabrics, and the lighting was dimmed to create a soothing atmosphere.

Liara smiled as she watched the transformation. "This will be your new living space, Shepard. It's designed to be comfortable and relaxing, a place where you can rest and recharge between your duties."

"Except when you have duties to perform here," Ashley smiled, her voice softening slightly as she looked at Shepard. "You can relax and make yourself at home."

Shepard nodded, her eyes scanning the room. She couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability as she looked at the plush cushion that would now serve as her bed. She had never felt so exposed, so open, so ****. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that was building inside of her.

Miranda stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Shepard's.

"One more thing," Miranda said, her voice steady and calm, as she paused for a moment to let her words sink in. "Your personal shower is disabled. From now on, you will shower with the female crew, where you can perform your duties there." Her eyes locked onto Shepard's, a hint of expectation in her gaze.

Shepard's eyes widened slightly, a flush rising to her cheeks as she processed the new information. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined herself showering with the rest of the crew, her mind racing with the implications.

Liara's eyes sparkled with amusement, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched Shepard's reaction.

Liara's voice was low and husky, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and curiosity as she asked, "Are you ready to begin your training, Shepard?" The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation, as Shepard's gaze darted around the room, her eyes locking onto the expectant faces of the crew.

Shepard's throat constricted, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, "Y-yes, Mistress." The words felt like a betrayal, a surrender to the strange new world she was being drawn into. But as she spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine, a thrill of excitement that she couldn't quite explain.

"Very good." Liara smiled. "Who would like to begin Shepard's training?" She asked the other girls.