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Miranda Lawson was no fool but this whole thing seemed absurd. Impossible, even. Was she possibly still dreaming?
Either way, she didn't feel like dawdling. A quick shower and then a trip to Mordin to see what physical changes had happened . . . besides the obvious ones. She flexed her hands, tapping the hot pink nails against a wall.
"Hot pink fingernails? God, these bloody talons make me look like what Jack said - a Cerebrus cheerleader."
Shaking her head she stood and went to the shower, only to find her fingers pinching a nipple and sliding down between her legs after she turned the water on full blast.
"Ahhh!" she gasped, pulling her hands away in shock. "Mind of their own, now, apparently."
She gritted her teeth and tried to pick up her shampoo but her pink-nailed hands would only rub the soapy fluid over her snatch or slide her slippery hands across her big tits, pinching and squeezing until she had to bite her lower lip in a mixture of arousal
"Right then - enough trying to shower. Just get to Mordin and call in Shephard if he can't figure it out."
Stepping out of the shower, she rubbed herself dry with a towel, only to have her hands begin sliding the cloth between her legs. She dropped the towel and stepped out to get dressed.
Moving to pick up her bra to keep her perky D-cups in place, she found her hands now kept tossing the garment across the room or dropping it to the floor like it was red hot. They did the same thing when she tried to put on her panties instead, even tearing
one pair of cotton underwear right in half before she could stop herself.
"Damn it! Just the jumpsuit it is." she sighed, sliding into her skintight black and white catsuit. Thankfully her possessed hands seemed to be fine with her sliding into the sexy outfit, even if they refused to zip it up all the way until she absolutely forced
herself to do so. With the tightness of the outfit, Miranda felt sure that her nipples and pussy lips were obviously on display. She just hoped nobody got in her way before she made her way to Mordin for an examination.
Could it be true, any of it? The dream was so real, so vivid. He pussy still tingled from the sheer raw force of the orgasm she'd had in the dream, almost an hour later. And if her nails and hands could be turned against her will, could the other promises of
the dream come true as well?
"Ultimate power over reality." she growled to herself. "A worthy prize to pursue - assuming I'm not just losing my mind, of course . . ."
Her hands began to grope and tweak her nipples through her jumpsuit and she hissed with a measure of pleasure and annoyance.
"Right. Enough dallying. Time to see Mordin and figure out what the hell is going on."
Swallowing heavily, Miranda walked out of her quarters, only to find herself bumping into another member of the Normady crew - literally.
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