2B

Damian selected the randomize option under the "Nier Automata" submenu, but went out of his way to set his preferences to "male." He only saw one male character on the start screen, which was troubling. Just as he went to load in, his screen became warped and distorted.

The usual darkness surrounded him but something was off. His loading screen didn't display any of Nier Automata's few male characters. Instead he saw a woman with white hair and a blindfold over her eyes in a tight black dress with a white leotard underneath brandishing a sword. That was odd. Maybe Batman updated the sim's intermission screens to show more than just the character you pick?

That seemed kind of pointless.

Air rushed to Damian's lungs. His eyes snapped open. He shot upright, feeling the rough rubbery fabric beneath him. God, he felt like he had just slept on the world's most uncomfortable bed. He squinted, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the room's blinding lights. As his eyes adjusted, he found himself in a sterile setting with porcelain white floors and white panel walls with lines tracing up and down them. He noticed what looked like a desk along with several plain books scattered about near a bookshelf. Looking out the window... was that... the surface of the moon? He had to be on some kind of space station.

The room was oddly reminiscent of the one he stayed in when he spent the night aboard the Justice League Watchtower.

"Geez, what lives here, a robot?"

The boy wonder swung his legs off the rubber bed and stood. He looked down, furrowing his brows.

"I'm still me?"

That couldn't be right. He should have loaded in as an in-game character, not as himself. Though he wasn't too keen on playing that scrawny dude in the blindfold. He looked like the girl's sidekick or something. The last thing he wanted was to play second fiddle to some NPC protagonist. He got enough of that living in Batman's shadow.

It was weird that he wasn't thrown into the middle of a combat scenario like he was used to with the training sims.

Deciding to explore the mysterious moon base, he headed to the exit. He tried turning the handle on the cylindrical metal door but it wouldn't budge. A pop-up appeared.

Access denied.

"Access denied? How the hell am I supposed to leave?"

Damian frowned, waving his hand in a crescent motion. The sim's interaction menu manifested before him. He poked the 'Quit' option with no hesitation.

Error 569803.

Complete the objective to exit the simulation.

"Objective? What objective?"

Objectives updated. Get dressed, 2B.

"Who is 2B?!"

"You are 2B."

An automated voice chimed in from behind.

"What are you supposed to be?"

"I am Pod 042, your field assistant."

The robot answered.

"Okay. One, I'm not 2B, whoever that is, and two, I need out of this room."

Pod was silent for a moment, a blue light beaming up and down Damian's body.

"My scanners indicate you are in fact YoRHa No.2 Type B."

"I don't know or care what any of that means. Just let me out."

"Negative, 2B. Your current android model does not match my parameters. You cannot leave your quarters until you have undergone emergency maintenance."

"Maintenance? I'm not an android! I'm a human being!"

"You are also displaying signs of a malfunctioning CPU. A factory reset may be required in order to wipe the corrupted data."

Damian annoyedly hit the quit button several times but got nowhere.

"You think there's something wrong with my brain?"

This thing thought he was actually the character he was supposed to be playing.

"2B, please present yourself for maintenance."

He didn't like the sound of that.

"How about you let me out first? Then you can do all the maintenance you want."

"Negative. That would go against YoRHa protocol. Please present yourself for maintenance."

Damian sighed.

"If I let you do this stupid maintenance, will you let me leave this room?"

"Yes, once you are up to YoRHa standards, you will be enabled to embark on your mission."

Damian didn't even care about fighting people in the SIM at that point. He just wanted out so he could complain to his father later and get him to fix his Batcomputer's faulty UI.

"Fine..."

Damian rolled his eyes, watching as panels shifted to reveal a small room no larger than a janitor's closet. The sleek walls held various advanced pieces of equipment, all beyond his understanding.

Just as he approached, his wrist was clamped by a metal arm.

"Hey! Watch it!"

The arm hoisted him further into the room, another cuff clamping down on his other wrist. His ankles received the same treatment as he was suspended midair.

"Restraints are necessary for your own safety, 2B. Please relax."

Blue beams combed up and down his body. A red screen emerged showing a female silhouette, her body parts each turning red with errors corresponding to the scans.

Why was there an outline of a chick? On top of the screen it read 'YoRHa No.2 Type B.' Come to think of it, her body looked very similar to the woman on the start screen.

"W-why is there a picture of a girl in front of me?"

"That is a visual representation of the diagnostic for your android model, YoRHa No.2 Type B. Your shell was modeled after a female human to be more appealing, thus the appearance."

Damian's face turned red, realizing now which character the game had picked for him.

"Let me down. I changed my mind!"

Damian struggled fruitlessly with the restraints as a series of mechanical hands undressed him.

"Maintenance will only take a moment. Please hold still."

Two box-shaped metal structures encased Damian's feet with a horrifying hissing noise.

"You've got it all wrong! I'm not a girl!"

The warmth from the casings spread through his skin and pores, his feet shrinking slightly and softening. Steam erupted as the boxes cracked open. His eyes darted down, seeing his pale, effeminate feet. Was that white nail polish?

"Your current measurements do not match what is on file. Your current proportions will conflict greatly with your combat readiness."

Moving up, another set of boxes sealed around his calves and knees. Warmth spread upward, this time with more intensity. The tingling feeling was alien to him. Just as quickly, the metal parts receded to reveal he now had delicate appearing calves, knees, and shins. The little body hair he had was gone.

"You need to stop this! Let me out!"

Another pair of metallic panels pressed around his thighs, sealing shut.

"Negative. YoRHa protocol states that maintenance cannot be aborted once initiated."

The heat and tingling sensation now engulfed his thighs. Damian's muscles shifted and reshaped under the pressure, becoming leaner and more feminine. The panels retracted, revealing smooth, porcelain-like skin devoid of any hair. His thighs were three times their original size.

A metal mold with a flat crotch was menacingly brought closer and closer to Damian. He tried to push himself backward away from it as far as the restraints would allow. However, behind him, a similar plating pressed against his rear.

"No, no! Keep those away from me!"

The molds connected, encasing his lower half in metal. He winced and groaned, his face flushing red as the heat grew warmer and warmer. Revolting cracks and snaps could be heard, his hips widening as his butt ballooned out, creating an appealing heart shape. But the mold wasn't quite finished.

"W-what are y-yoooh!"

Damian groaned, rubbing his thighs together as he felt his genitals were slowly altered. He felt himself pressed back up inside his pelvis, the warmth spreading to his organs as he was modified from the inside out. As his manhood was erased, a lovely slit formed in its place, the heat permeating through her new equipment.

"NO! This isn't me! I'm not 2B!"

As Damian protested, two more mechanical arms appeared, securing a silver corset over her waist. The corset tightened, compressing her waist and cinching it inward, snapping her spine into an S shape. Damian gritted her teeth, feeling the pressure around his waist. Her ribs **** into the makings of an hourglass shape.

"I told you, I'm NOT 2B!"

Simultaneously, metal casings wrapped around her chest and arms. The heat intensified, accompanied by a peculiar stretching sensation. Her arms slimmed down, muscles toning to match a female physique. The sensation within her chest was almost unbearable, as if her very bones were being reshaped. Mammary glands formed as fat built up beneath her nipples. Breasts swelled into the cups of the casings until they pressed against them firmly.

The metal casings retreated, revealing slender, graceful arms and a large DD-sized bust hanging freely. Nipples hardening upon exposure to the cold air.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?!"

A head shaped mold descended down from the ceiling catching her by surprise.

"Hey! Wait-Mmmf!"

The metal faceplate clasped shut, a matching mold clamping down on her neck. For a moment, she struggled to breath. Her dark hair was bleached into an ivory white, her facial features softened and matured as makeup was applied. Her voice pushed through female puberty as her small Adam's apple vanished.

Once the face mold popped off, Damian inhaled sharply.

"Are you trying to suffocate me?!"

Damian scowled.

"What's wrong with my voice?!"

She snapped, blushing at hearing the tone of a grown woman.

An additional pair of mechanical arms approached holding a black dress and a white leotard. The first arm swiftly yanked the leotard up her legs, fitting snugly around her altered body. Her breasts pressed against the confines of the fabric, the dress pulled down over her head shortly after. It hugged her newly acquired curves and fell to her thighs, a slit on the side revealing a hint of her toned leg. Another arm secured black thigh-high stockings and matching thigh high heeled boots, completing the iconic 2B look.

Damian's face was the final target. Mechanical arms held her head in place as her face was scanned. Another set of hands emerged, holding a blindfold. They carefully placed it over Damian's eyes, obscuring her vision.

"Hey! I can't see!"

"Visual impairment is an intended design feature for YoRHa units. It heightens other senses, increasing combat efficiency."

"Pod, you have to change me back! This is wrong!"

Ignoring her pleas, the restraints released Damian, who immediately stumbled, unaccustomed to her new body's center of gravity. Not to mention the heels. She removed the blindfold, her vision returning. She glared at Pod 042, feeling a mix of fury and humiliation.

"Pod, I demand you fix this! I'm not 2B! I'm 2B!"

That wasn't what she meant to say!

"No, I mean, I'm 2B!..."

Why couldn't she say her real damn name?!

"Negative, 2B. Scans indicate you are now fully functional and up to YoRHa standards. Your mission awaits."

Angrily, Damian summoned the interaction menu and pressed the quit button.

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