Extend the Story - Add a Room

Just before starting to collect what had fallen down, Chun-Li winced as her qipao began to move as if possessed. Little by little the movement became increasingly violent, forcing her to try to stop it somehow with her hands. An effort that turned out to be useless, since it tore away leaving her shirtless.

"Aaahhh!!! What's happening?!?!" she screamed as she covered her breasts with a flushed face. While Chun-Li was covering herself, she noticed something strange on her body; above her breasts it appeared what seemed to be the purple picture of a snake's head, whose body began to form under her eyes, passing through her shoulders, her arm and her stomach. Blinking in horror, she turned her gaze to the glass window of the dojo entrance to see the tattoo of a purple snake that also covered her back. "Vega! His tattoo!" she shouted, immediately remembering who had such a tattoo.

Unfortunately, even her pantyhose began to move on their own. In a short time they split up with the upper part that took the form of a pair of blue and yellow trousers, while the lower part became a pair of white leggings. Subsequently, it was the turn of her white combat boots, which turned brown before turning into a pair of loafers. After that, her shredded qipao morphed to become a red sash that tied itself around her waist. "Why am I getting dressed like Vega?!?!" she shrieked with a mixture of disgust and embarrassment, seeing her clothes taking the form of the former Shadaloo criminal's outfit.

After a few seconds, Chun-Li saw her spiked bracelets slowly morphed into gold-colored armlets which fit perfectly her wrists, with one of them armed with a sharp metal claw, the same weapon as Vega, while one of her earrings turned into another armlet that put itself on her arm. As if it weren't enough, her hair began to move on their own and they braided into a ponytail with the support of the remaining earring morphed into a small red rubber band. To end up the transition, her two white ribbons, the last remaining garments of her old attire, merged together to form a white mask with a purple sign painted on it which applied itself by making her wince.

Trembling with fear, she slowly removed the mask to better see her reflection with her flushed face. Rather than the image of the strongest woman in the world, the glass window offered her the one of an Asian genderbent version of the Spaniard ninja assassin.

She feels ashamed