MASSIVE EFFECT.

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“Shepard! ..... Shepard! .... Commander John Shepard can you hear me?”

Commander Shepard opened his eyes to be blinded by the ceiling lights in the Normandy's sickbay.

Shepard: “Mmmaaa EDI, dim the lights.”

EDI: “Reducing sickbay lights, Commander.”

Dr. Karin Chakwas: “Glad to see you’ve pulled through, Commander.”

Shepard: “Ahhh, how long- w - wha- what the hell happened?” Commander Shepard was still a bit woozy. He couldn’t help but hear an echo from his voice as his head throbbed, and something else in his voice was a bit off that he couldn’t put his finger on. Shepard attempted to sit up in bed, but something on his chest felt hefty, and there seemed to be something fluffy and red draped over his head.

Dr. Karin: “Don’t try to push yourself, Shepard. You need to stay in bed until we

have a clue what it is we are dealing with.”

Shepard: “What do you… ahhh… what are you talking about?” Shepard tried to pull off whatever fabric was on his head, but found it wasn’t coming off and was pulling at his scalp with every yank. He threw off the covers, but found that the weight was still there. As he shifted himself so his feet could touch the ground, he found that his feet were hanging a little too high form the floor. Now that he sat up facing Dr. Karin Chakwas, he just noticed his crew was there: Ashley, Garrus, Liara, Tali, Jacob, Miranda, Jack, Mordin, Samara, Kasumi, Thane, Grunt, Legion, and Kelly. Each one of them was wearing a peculiar expression as they gawked at their Commander.

Shepard: “What?……….. WHAT?!“

Garrus: “Um… Shepard… is a… well I’m not an expert on human anatomy… but is

this kind of thing… normal?”

Jack: “Is everything all there, you know the important parts?”

Shepard: “What the hill is every…? Now that Shepard was more aware, he finally realized his voice has drastically changed. It still carried confidence and authority, but it definitely was not his, or a man’s for that matter. Shepard’s hand moved up to his mouth in astonishment, and he laid his eyes on his now much more slender, smoother hand. He raised both hands to eye level and turned them from front to back again and again. These were definitely his hands. He recognized old scars on them since before he was a commander. They were feminine, but they were worker hands. Shepard let out an audible gulp and dared himself to look down to see what on Earth these smaller hands were attached to. He did not have to look all the way before his eyes met two very well-defined orbs on his chest. He was wearing the same undershirt he put on before the last miss