Jane Shepard stood in her cabin on the Normandy SR-2, facing the section of the wall hiding her wardrobe. The screen on it had been displaying a simple screensaver, showing an orange, holographic outline of a suit of armor. Then, the commander pushed some buttons on the control panel and it turned into a huge, full-length mirror.
For some time, Jane motionlessly regarded her reflection, for the first time since the awakening having some time to check out her rebuilt body. The mirror had been showing her from head to toe, not an easy task given she was 7 feet tall - despite all they did to the Alliance and to her personally, the commander felt a sting of thankfulness toward Cerberus to adjust the equipment in the room to her height. Usually all furniture and such were too small for her frame.
After a while, Shepard stepped toward the mirror and looked closely at her face - the face she knew well and hoped it stayed that way. Luckily, the only sign that it was two years since her previous ship was destroyed and her body severely damaged was her crimson red hair growing a little longer than she used to cut it, reaching a few inches under the base of her neck - but she liked it that way too. She had the same big green eyes, cute nose, and full lips as before, but her freckles were clearly visible now when she hadn't applied any makeup yet. They covered a good portion of her cheekbones, which were prominent enough to sharpen the knives on them, the same going to her defined jawline. Quickly put - she was as beautiful as before the accident, which was a good testimony to the Cerberus' surgeons' skills.
Stepping back to the previous spot, Jane regarded her whole body. She was wearing her favorite set of a tank top and cargo pants, the clothes she felt both comfortable and sexy in - sadly, they were both in Cerberus' colors, even bearing the organization's logo on the chest; the dog tags were also missing. Not wanting to focus on that, Shepard quickly moved her eyes from the emblem to her muscular arms, raised them, and flexed. The action made all her muscles clearly visible, and she welcomed the familiar sight of her biceps, triceps, and other fibers ripping under her skin. She then moved her arms forward, still flexing them, checking from all angles if they retained their strength.
When she finished inspecting her arms, Jane reached onto her top's hem and bundled it up, showing off her rock-hard abs. She touched them, enjoying how warm and rigid her eight-pack felt against her palm, seeming stiff enough to bounce a coin from it. Pulling her top even more up, she freed her boobs, revealing that she didn't wear a bra - she didn't need to. Her boobs were abnormally big given how muscular she was, and abnormally firm given how big they were; they had just a tiny little sag to them, not nearly enough to make them any less attractive, but sufficient to prove that there were 100% natural without any trace of surgical intervention. Well, not anymore, but Cerberus' medical specialists succeeded in rebuilding them just as they were; wonder where they got the 'blueprint'.
Throwing the top away, Jane turned around, the mirror catching her nipples - as always pointing a little up - before the commander's front in the reflection was replaced by her back. Turning her head, Shepard yet again raised and flexed her arms, this time observing how her back muscles worked. The fibers visibly moved under her skin, as if playing a familiar tune - Shepard didn't know how Cerberus managed to keep her muscles in shape when she was lying motionless for two years, but she was thankful for it. Her incredible physique was of paramount importance to her as a result of thousands of hours spent both in the gym and on the battlefield, and she'd be devastated if she lost it.
Pushing those negative thoughts away, Jane bent down and slid her cargo pants off her legs. Returning to the upright position, she yet again looked back, this time regarding her ass. She was wearing a pair of boyshorts for comfort, but it didn't mean she wasn't looking hot as hell. Her round, tight ass was just too big and juicy for its sexiness to be contained, and she could rock every type of underwear, as evidenced here and now. The commander gave herself a light slap and observed how her buttcheeks ripped and bounced under the force; flexing her legs at the same time, she created a contrast between the softness of her butt and the hardness of her muscles which made her smile gently.
But a moment later, the commander got serious again. According to many, she was the epitome of Amazonian strength, beauty, sexiness, and femininity. There were even times when she herself used to think that way as well.
But not now. All because of one, tiny detail.
Well, not so tiny.
"Wake up, Commander!" The female voice coming from the speakers stirred Jane in her dream.
"Shepard, do you hear me? Get down off that bed now, the facility is under attack!" The second line, spoken louder than the first, finally awoken the soldier. She felt her whole body sore and rubbed her chin to ease at least some of that pain.
"Shepard, your scars aren't healed, but I need you to get moving! The facility is under attack!" Jane finally managed to sit up, fighting her aching body. She grabbed her side when she felt a shot of pain coming from her bones and muscles.
"There's a pistol in the locker on the other side of the room. Hurry!" Hearing an urgency in her mysterious interlocutor's voice, the commander found the strength to stand on her own feet but still had to hold onto the bed.
In time though, her brain got used to the pain - after all, she had her fair share of it in her life; among others, during the rigorous training she put herself through to achieve her impressive physique - and she straightened up, putting a serious face on. The sounds of battle she was hearing pumped her with adrenaline and she felt ready for some action.
But one sensation didn't stop bothering her - a feeling of tightness coming from her crotch. Curious, Shepard threw a hospital robe she'd awoken in away and looked down.
"What the fuck?!" Jane shouted. Where her sweet pussy was supposed to be, a penis and a pair of balls grew from her body. "Why do I have a fucking dick?!" If not for the pain, she would be sure she was dreaming.
The voice from the speakers completely ignored Jane's questions, throwing more orders instead of answering. Having no way to force it to do the former, the commander collected a weapon and armor from the locker, muttering curses under her breath and getting ready for battle.
"The Lazarus Project, the program that rebuilt you, is founded and controlled by Cerberus," Jacob Taylor revealed despite Dr. Wilson's protests.
"Cerberus?" Shepard felt a sting of anger. "The terrorist organization I spent a considerate amount of time-fighting against when I was chasing Saren?" With every word, her voice grew louder and louder. "You tried to kill me back then! Why bring me back now?"
"Those answers are way beyond my pay grade. But basically, things changed," Jacob answered hastily. "The Alliance declared you dead, they gave up. Cerberus spent a fortune to bring you back."
The black man's voice flinched slightly when he spoke, and his composition became more cautious. After all, no one would want to be on the receiving end of the 7-foot Amazon's rage.
Shepard smiled internally, sensing it. She still got it. Fear and lust - these were the most common reactions to her, sometimes both at the same time. She loved it.
But this pinch of good humor didn't resurface. She was still mostly furious.
"Yeah, Cerberus spent a fortune to bring me back. AND TO GIVE ME A FUCKING DICK IN THE PROCESS!" She shouted, making Jacob and Wilson take a step back. Her armor accommodated her new appendage, but she was still painfully aware of it sitting in her pants.