When Ms. Aran emerged, she carried in her delicate hands a silver tray holding a steaming teapot and a pair of tea cups; all made of fine china, and all decorated with exquisite floral designs. Chun-Li watched in wonder as her instructor set the tray down on an empty desk. She was tempted to ask why Ms. Aran was serving tea, but she now knew better than to question her out of turn.
"I believe I can guess what it is you're thinking, judging by the questions in your eyes," Ms. Aran said. "The answer is simple; a proper lady must learn to not only brew and serve tea, but to drink it as well. And after our recent exertions, I do believe that some refreshment is in order."
Chun-Li couldn't argue with that. She merely watched as Ms. Aran lifted the lid of the teapot and beckoned her to take a peek. The tea leaves, undoubtedly finely cut, brewed in their filter as wafts of steam rose from the water. The subtle, pleasant scent of roses wafted past Chun-Li's nose.
"How would you describe this scent, Miss Chun-Li?" Ms. Aran asked.
"It's..." Chun-Li paused. What should a proper lady say? "...floral. Delicate. Feminine." Feminine? It seemed a silly way to describe a tea's scent, but she tried to state it with conviction, not wanting to sound as though she lacked confidence.
A faint smile curled Ms. Aran's stern lips. "Indeed, Miss Chun-Li. Roses are among the most feminine of flowers." She nodded slightly to emphasize the roses that adorned her bonnet. She set the lid back in place, and with a gentle grace, picked the teapot up and poured two cups of the flowery brew.
Once again, Chun-Li restrained herself. Normally, she would have reached for one of the teacups of her own accord. Instead, she waited as Ms. Aran presented one of the cups to her, and she took it in hand. The cup was small; obviously not meant to be gulped down, or it would be empty in an instant. Chun-Li looked to her instructor. Ms. Aran raised her own cup to her lips, pinky finger extended, and took a light, silent sip.
Chun-Li followed suit. She felt it was odd that she should be asked to keep a finger extended so deliberately while drinking tea, but then in China, the cups she had used for everyday tea drinking had no handles at all. She raised the cup to her lips, pinky out, and allowed the slightest amount to wash over her tongue. The liquid's warmth, mixed with the floral scent and taste, amazed her senses. She wanted to take another sip immediately, but instead held back and awaited her instructor's comments.
"Very good, Miss Chun-Li." Ms. Aran's grin of approval, while assuring, never lost its cool edge. "Please feel free to continue."
Chun-Li nodded, smiling inwardly at the fact that finally, she had managed to earn Ms. Aran's approval. If only she hadn't been so hostile before! She took another sip, delighted at the feeling that she was making true progress, when she felt a strange tingling in her chest and belly. It felt odd, almost alarming, but Chun-Li refused to disrupt the lesson. She was certain that the feeling would pass.
But as Chun-Li took another sip, and then another, the sensations spread through her body as they grew stronger. Yet she would not complain, and merely continued to sip her tea as Ms. Aran did the same, and listened to her instructor lecture on the virtues of acting proper.
When she was almost done with her tea, Chun-Li felt very strange, indeed. She felt...weak. Yes, that was the word. And sitting still for so long, her clothes seemed to feel odd, as though they were straining in some areas and feeling too loose in others. She took a moment to inhale the fading scent of her tea; to catch one more good whiff before it faded copletely, and felt her chest strain against the fabric of her fighting dress as her bra pressed painfully against her flesh. Finally, she looked down, not at the teacup, but at herself, and gasped. "What on...?!"
Chun-Li's body was unrecognizable. Her chest had swelled in size to perhaps a D-cup, or maybe an E. Her hips and her ass had grown round, giving her an hourglass figure as her waist, once so taught with muscle, now felt slender and supple.
And her legs! The legs that she had spent so many hours training and strengthening. Honing her ability to deliver flurries of kicks at lightning speeds! The hard, Amazonian muscles had receded into slender, beautiful, womanly thighs. "M-Ms. Aran! My body, it's..."
"It has been freed of its barbarism, Miss Chun-Li," Ms. Aran said with a smile that was half-proud, half-wicked. "Freed of the unladylike muscle. You are a woman, Ms. Chun-Li, and now your body reflects that truth as well."
Flabbergasted, Chun-Li continued to examine herself, always conscious to not do anything that could be construed as unbecoming of a proper lady. She felt so weak and delicate, yet curvaceous. She felt...truly feminine. "But Ms. Aran, how is this possible?"
"A special blend, Miss Chun-Li," Ms. Aran said. "I had prepared your cup with a special agent suitable for pupils such as yourself to rid you of your horrendous physique and uncover the feminine form within. You are no doubt feeling some discomfort, now that the uncouth rags you refer to as clothes no longer fit, but we shall correct this, as well. Now if you would be so kind, please finish your tea before it grows cold."
Chun-Li sat quietly and finished her tea as Ms. Aran did the same. They then set their teacups aside and stood. Ms. Aran was, of course, the epitome of grace, but Chun-Li staggered; such a dramatic change in her physique would require getting used to. However, she followed her instructor toward the special school wardrobe, where...
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