The Tomboy Breeder

You wake up in a dark void. You don't remember much. You know that you had gone to sleep after having an aggravating meeting with your superiors. Briefly, you wonder if you had died or not. But a voice from behind cut off that train of thought exceptionally quickly.

"No, you're not dead. You're still alive. I just dragged you here to have a quick talk."

You look to where the voice came from and see a paralyzing sight. There, sitting right in front of you, was a woman whose beauty was mesmerizing. Her face was perfect as if the gods sculpted her, her hair alternating between black and white, a crimson eye staring at you while its pair is hidden beneath the woman's bangs. Her clothes looked like a mix between casual clothing and a scientists lab coat: black trousers and shoes, a black shirt and a pure white coat over the top.

"Like what you see?"

Numbly you nod your head.

"Good to hear! So, I called you here to do me a tiny little favour. Well, tiny for me, not so much for you."

You don't say anything.

"You see, I noticed a certain decrease in your population. Not the overall population of humanity! You're doing fine on that front. If anything, you probably require an extinction-level event to clear things out. No, what I mean is that I've noticed a decrease in the Tomboy population."

You look at her in apparent confusion.

"... Yeah, I guess that's a bit strange, isn't it? I mean, all across the universe, or multi-verse, take your pick, the Tomboy population is starting to dwindle, and I want you to fix it."

You are even more confused.

"And how I want you to fix this is simple. I want you to breed them."

You do a spit-take.

"Hah! That look on your face is priceless. But yeah, that's what I want you to do. Hell, I'll even give you whatever extra power you want just to make it easier. But first things first!"

A snap of her fingers and a girl with short black hair and red eyes appears right next to her, wearing a hoodie and pants.

"This is your camera, girl. She'll be documenting everything you do. You can name her whatever you want and tell her what she has to call you. As a bonus for doing your job, you get to breed me as well. Also..."

She appears right in front of you with a clipboard in hand.

"What do you want to be?"

You take another spit-take.

"Right, what I mean is that I want to know what you want to be. A man, a woman, a dog, an APC with five-inch armour plating, and a top-mounted LMG. Basically, just whatever you want to be."