The bimbo inside her.

Samus pushed those small, negative and upsetting thoughts out of her head. Why should she not want this? She looked great, and she felt great. It seemed obvious to her that her situation had only improved.

A familiar, dry voice emanated in the room. "I see you are finally awake, Samus. After you installed that upgrade, which I have now deduced to be some form of bimbofication chip, you fell **** for several hours. I moved you into this prototype auto-adapting quarters, which re-configures itself to suit its occupant for maximum comfort and function. I hope it has performed adequately."

Samus was only somewhat listening, still distracted by her own image in the mirror. "Oh, yessff! It'sh, like, totallthy cute! Thankpssh fyou!"

Still looking at herself, Samus began to pout as she realized she was missing something. Clothing! She wasn't wearing any cute, sexy clothes! "Compshu- uh, talkshy-robwot-thingshy? Mwhere is Shammy's shupfer cute shuit?" Her oversized, dick-sucking lips were making it hard to speak properly, but she couldn't be faulted for not trying.

"If you would look in the closet, Miss Aran, I'm sure you will find something to your liking."

Samus, or Sammy, now, squealed in delight. Very few things were more exciting to her new self than a closet full of clothes. She figured there must be a ton of cute outfits and clothing options in the closet. She rushed to the door, almost falling over from her new weight distribution, and opened it up. Sammy's excited smile turned right into a disappointed frown as she looked inside.

The closet was fairly spacious, with enough room for her to easily move around in and change into and out of clothes. It was even decorated in the same cute decorations as the rest of her new quarters. But it was practically empty. All she could see was a small table with a, admittedly cute, gold choker, and a mirror on the wall with a terminal beside it.

"Mwhere are they?!" she whined. "Mwhere's alltthff the totallthy cute clothesshh?"

"The choker is your suit, Samus. You may configure its appearance at the terminal," said the AI.

Sammy's face brightened. "Oh, that'ssh a reliefb!"

She walked into the closet and picked the choker up. It was fairly plain, aside from a pink varia symbol on the front. She put it on, accidentally brushing a boob in the process and nearly cumming from it. She moaned and made a mental note to play with herself later.

She walked up to the mirror and started pressing buttons on the terminal. To her glee, her suit materialized on her, then began shifting into various clothing options as she gave the terminal inputs. She found it very easy to understand. She giggled and oohed and ah'd at herself as she browsed the selection. Skirts, bikinis, netting, heels, jewelry, leggings, hats, it was all here and at her fingertips.