The Normandy had just finished docking at the Citadel after finishing a series of missions. After all the hard work, the entire crew was glad for some free time, being able to relax for a bit and enjoy some down time. Most of the crew left the ship for some leisure time, while others decided to just relax and take it easy.
Miranda Lawson walked into her quarters, the door sliding shut behind her as the five foot ten woman headed over to her bed. She felt exhausted, both physically and mentally, as she sat down, her long, black hair bouncing against her shoulders. Ultimately, she was relived that her sister was finally safe from her father. She fell back on the bed, feeling grateful to Commander Shepard, glad that all the decisions she made which not only helped lead to Oriana’s safety, but also the end of her father.
Normally she would have left the cramped spaces inside the Normandy so she could enjoy several drinks. But the last mission left her feeling drained, both physically and mentally. So the idea of just lounging around in her quarters just sounded very appealing to her at the moment.
As Miranda was staring at the ceiling, still replaying all of the events in her head, she began to feel an odd sensation throughout her entire body. It wasn’t painful, nor was it even uncomfortable. If anything, it felt good to her. Like the first stretch one does in the morning, right after waking up. She sat up, a bit confused about what was going on. She knew that what she was feeling couldn’t be normal. She could actually feel the material of her bodysuit shifting along her skin, especially at her breasts and ass. Not to mention her boots, as her toes were starting to feel a bit cramped for some reason.
“I better not be getting sick,” Miranda said as she held her head. She could still feel the odd sensation throughout her body. She tried to shake it off, but the feeling persisted, as though it is trying to make itself known to her.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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