...and walked right into a cushiony but strangely hard wall. Such a paradox befuddled me for a few moments before I had the sense to look at the wall that I hit...then looking up.
"Hi, John glad to see you."
My sister, Jane Shepard, said with a smile. Jane Shepard, the one who saved the galaxy from the reapers, three times in a row-if you counted the Collectors and the attack on the the Citadel a few years back. The hero that was my family stood right in front of me...looking absolutely different from the sister I knew growing up. My sister, the one from my universe, was a pretty yet petite and possessed the curves that any woman had if they weren't mutant sluts. This version of my sister, however, stood at least a head or two taller than me, had an over-exaggerated hourglass and a gorgeous face that would give some genetically-altered prostitutes a run for their money.
Before I could reply with anything more than a "Uh..", Jane dragged me into a brief sisterly hug, which brought my head smashing against her soft pillows. Despite the abrupt changes in physique, I could almost forget about being in a completely different universe. Jane was still the hero of the galaxy, still the Savior of the Council, still my loving sister. Then I felt something encompass my lower half and remembered what E.D.I said. I pushed my surprised sister away to get a good look at her. This universe's Jane had plumper lips than my Jane, and had let her light red hair grow out into a short ponytail. She wore what she always liked to wear when not on a mission: her favorite black jacket, a t-shirt and blue jeans. The jacket, and t-shirt were supersized to fit over her prize-winning melons. Then I looked down...and my jaw promptly dropped. Wrapped up in a pouch built into her jeans sat a soft bulge slightly more immense than her combined cleavage. It might've been my imagination but I could've sworn I heard oceans churning. I looked back up to my sister, I had to strain my head back to see the worried look on her face.
"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked. I mentally winced when detected a little hurt in her voice. She deserves an answer but what answer could I give her?
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