This really isn't the story I wanted to tell, but dear Shepard won't leave me alone. You will probably see an actual story about this Shepard eventually (I'm writing her Origin Story at the moment), but not until it's done.
Disclaimer: Mass Effect, etc, at owned by Bioware and Demiurge. This is a work of fanfiction written without any intention of profit or other gains.
Shepard frowned to herself as she stared into the mirror in her quarters. Something... wasn't quite right. Everything in the room was sized perfectly, as if the room had been designed to fit her. Yet despite that ease, something was bugging her about the room.
After a few minutes, she figured it out. Calling up her omni-tool, she scanned the desk. Skipping past the information about monitoring devices, concealed tech and hidden compartments, she scrolled to the physical information.
"It's the same height off the floor as the desk on the old Normandy." She muttered, frowning. But that desk was always a little tall for her comfort, having been designed for the average male spacer, who tended to be six feet at the minimum, while April – as a female from the relatively high-grav world Mindoir, and Eden before that – was only five foot five. To Shepard, there was only one conclusion – and in any case, the discovery of her enhanced strength had proved that teasing Miranda was just too much fun.
"Miranda, got a moment?" She asked into the wall-mounted internal comm. unit.
"Yes, Shepard?" The head of the Lazarus Project responded almost immediately.
"If Lazarus was supposed to bring me back exactly as I was, no differences... how come I've gained two inches?" She asked, lightly.
"Ah... well... there wasn't enough space." Miranda replied, clearly thinking quickly from her tone. "The cybernetics we had to use needed slightly more space than was available in your old body, we didn't have a choice but to make you a little taller over all. Otherwise everything just wouldn't have fitted."
"I see. You know, I recall finding a video log one of your stalkers back on Lazarus Station left open of you saying that if there was even a single difference, Lazarus had failed..." Shepard trailed off.
"Damn that Sanchez." Miranda growled in frustration, deliberately letting herself get side-tracked. "If he wasn't dead, I'd keel haul him... again."
"Hmm, kinky." Shepard replied, then chuckled to herself as her involuntary XO spluttered in the background, leaving her to her denials and exclamations.