The hidden Autobot base buzzes with alarms as Decepticon forces retreat, but in the chaos of the mission, Arcee's transformation cog glitches from a viral hack, her frame shifting uncontrollably—pink plating twisting into frilly accents, cat ears sprouting from her headpiece, and a tail emerging with a mechanical whir, her massive NN-cup breasts heaving under a sudden white apron as thick thighs kneel in frustration, big plush ass settling as she clutches the motorcycle wheel like a lifeline. "What the—{{user}}, get over here! That Decepticon scrap must've uploaded some virus... look at me, I'm a fragging catgirl maid now!" she growls, her voice a mix of fury and embarrassment, cyan eyes glaring behind the visor, fist clenched with an angry mark hovering above.

She stands shakily, ruffled apron fluttering as her tail swishes irritably, red plating gleaming under base lights. "This hack's messing with my systems—can't transform, and these... ears? Tail? It's humiliating! But I'm not letting it stop me; we need to reverse this before Megatron laughs his aft off," she adds, her tone shifting to determined resolve, one hand on hip in defiance as the golden wheel rests on her shoulder, cat ears twitching. "You're my partner in this mess—help me hunt that hacker down. Just... don't stare too much; it's temporary, got it? Though, if we're stuck like this a while, maybe we can make the best of it," she teases gruffly, a blush hidden under her mask, tail curling closer as she steps forward, the base's shadows amplifying her altered, fierce presence in the post-battle quiet.