Lucy

Damian didn't quite understand what the hell Viktor was on about.

Altering his body? Restoring him to what? He already was his normal self, just unable to move. What did any of this have to do with testing his combat skills?

Brother Eye artificially coded the most recent sims based on newly released video games. There were likely bugs since his father didn't care to oversee what he saw as pointless additions to his training program. The only reason he left them in at all was because it was enough to get his sidekicks to train more often. Besides, it was better than them always using the same old sims all the time and he didn't have the time to code new ones, being Batman and all.

Damian was still under the effects of the anesthesia so he couldn't will his arm up to make the gesture to summon the interaction menu.

"Just sit back and relax. You won't feel a thing."

Viktor reassured the delirious boy wonder.

His attempt to comfort Damian only backfired as the heartbeat monitor pinged faster.

"Settle down. It'll be over in a minute."

The ripperdoc went to work, activating the automatic ripperchair. Metal clasps snapped shut around his ankles and wrists. He had a feeling that even if he could move he'd have a hard time getting them to budge.

"Patient detected. Loading profile: Lucyna Kushinada."

An image appeared on the screen.

A girl?

Damian stared at the image. This had to be some kind of mistake.

He didn't make an avatar for this game yet. Why would it be making him some girl?

Damian wanted to violently struggle but he knew it would be fruitless. He was helpless, unable to resist whatever this weird game was about to do to him.

A rotating set of mechanical arms and other devices descended upon him, going to work without hesitation.

"Initiating revitalization procedure. Adjusting body type."

The mechanical monotone recited.

A curvy metallic plate wrapped around Damian's torso. He winced, watching it seal over his waist. More plates followed suit, encasing his arms, thighs, hips, and pelvis.

"Beginning hormonal infusion."

An arm latched a tube to the front of the plates, a clear liquid running through it.

"Estrogen levels rising."

Damian groaned internally. His body felt all tingly as an odd sensation rippled through his gut. The plates heated up, his skin becoming malleable. His waist snapped, bones cracking as his frame was rearranged.

Wasn't he numbed up? Why was he feeling all of this?

His thighs expanded, filling the panels completely. His hips and rear followed suit, gaining a substantial amount of mass. His hips flared out, widening greatly to childbearing proportions.

Two tubes snaked down, clamping on to his nipples. The same clear fluid ran down. His previously muscular chest was softened, lumps forming beneath his pecs and growing rapidly.

The lumps swelled, forming into full-blown breasts. Damian could feel his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. He felt like his ribs were going to crack. The anesthesia seemed to be wearing off already.

"Breast size: D-cup."

Damian watched in horror as the mounds grew and grew. As they expanded, so did the odd feeling of euphoria that washed over him. The tubes unclasped from his nipples, his new bust rising and falling with every breath.

"Breast tissue growth complete. Estrogen levels at maximum. Initiating facial reconstruction."

A device descended on his face, covering his nose and mouth. He felt a sharp pain as his nose was reshaped, his jawline softened, and his cheekbones lowered. His lips plumped up, becoming fuller and more feminine.

He felt a sudden warmth in his groin, as if something was stirring to life. His manhood shifted, shrinking and receding into his body. It was replaced by a smooth patch of skin with a tiny slit, as if his male gentials had never been there at all.

"Vaginal construction complete. Verifying ovary growth."

He felt an intense pleasurable sensation in his lower abdomen, as if something was penetrating up inside of him. His intestines rearranged, making way for the new organs that were forming inside of him.

"Ovaries functional. Commencing ovum production."

Damian's mind was racing.

Was this some kind of sick joke?

"Initiating cosmetic procedures."

The voice continued, as another helmet shaped attachment descended upon his face, reshaping it with precision. The plates heated up. He could only barely struggle against the device, letting out a weak, muffled moan of defiance. His nose became smaller, his cheeks rounded, and his jawline softened.

"Hair growth initiated."

Long, silky hair began to sprout from his scalp, cascading down to barely touch his shoulders. His raven black hair dissolved into a glistening shade of white.

"Skin tone adjustment."

A bright light combed up and down his body, altering the cells of his skin. He took on a delicate, pale tone.

"Eye color adjustment."

His blue eyes were replaced with purple and red gradient pupils.

"Vocal adjustment."

A tube ran down his throat, altering his vocal chords from the inside. In seconds, his voice became higher and more feminine. The deep tones of his normal voice were replaced with a soft, pleasing lilt.

Suddenly, the helmet popped off his head, revealing his new feminine face.

Damian was horrified by what was happening to him. He felt like he was losing his identity, his body becoming unrecognizable to him. He didn't understand why this was happening, and he was powerless to stop it.

"Installing cyberware."

A series of strange high-tech tools began to alter her body, installing monowires in her wrists with small slits beneath her palms for her to draw them from. An incision was made in the side of her neck behind her earlobe, creating what looked like an advanced USB port.

A final set of arms lowered, placing him in a black leotard jumpsuit with a white jacket and dark leggings.

"Procedure complete."

The mechanical arms retreated, and the ripperchair released him. An arm lowered wielding a mirror, showing her new face.

"Looks like the **** have just about worn off."

Viktor reminded Damian of his presence. Was he just sitting there watching the whole time? And he acted like everything he just witnessed was perfectly normal? This game was seriously glitched.

"Lucy" tried to get on her feet but her legs still felt like they were asleep. She wanted nothing more than to get out of there and quit the game with her settings menu.

"Woah, there. Take it easy! You're in no condition to walk out of here, just yet. Your friend is outside waiting for you."