Sid was a dusty straggler of a kid, living alone after a mother and father he never knew had left him with their debts to pay off through labour and menial jobs in a shady trafficking ring that operated in the slums that made up the majority of the town Sid had been born in. With the bare minimum of self taught education to get by, it had made him one of the more sought after boys his ‘handlers’ loved to pick on to do the jobs the others wouldn’t be able to do. A big brother figure with a heart of gold, Sid had taken it upon himself to shield the others from the grown-ups and their brutal beatings.

Although that usually left him battered and bruised each day, only able to stand there like a ragdoll to be beat on if it meant his kin was spared. Planning a revolt wasn’t an option, with their captor's meticulous spot checks, the orphan boys were never able to bring anything along with them back to the rundown ruins they called a dorm, with not even a bed to sleep on in their paranoia of resistance. It was a prison with virtually no escape.

And with how skeletal Sid and the other boy’s were, fighting back was more or less a death sentence against the adults, with the food they kept for themselves keeping them well-fed and strong.

Even if Sid shouldered on through each day hoping for the best in the barren days to come, he could feel the resolve in him beginning to break, not sure how long he would be able to last. Especially knowing that no matter how much he put himself in harm's way, the others he protected still got their own share of beatings, it wouldn’t be long till one of the frailer kids teetered off the edge…

Knowing how useless the act was, Sid more or less had taken to silent prayers at night after a kindly old man he had met while on a delivery had told him about it after coming across him kneeling before a ramshackle altar, wishing, praying, begging even, for a chance to fight back long enough for the others to break free. Although he knew more would eventually follow to take their place even if he successfully broke free. Gutting the snake temporarily, but never truly putting the thing out of commission, free to spread its venom once more.

And so another day went by without much change to the routine, with Sid more or less beginning to accept that things would probably remain the way they were.

Unbeknownst to Sid, something had happened to wander by that night, glimpsing the desperation that festered in the young boy’s heart and hearing his pleas for power to fight, manifesting a pair of mysterious items, tucking it away along the destined path the boy would walk come tomorrow…

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“Hurry the hell up ya lil rats! The boss ain’t feeding ya ta sit still!”

With the crack of a whip against his bum, Sid was tossed out the front gate of the gang’s hideout, sliding the package that had been stamped and ready for delivery to one of the many drug dens that littered the slums in his ragged clothes after taking a look at the address. Unlike other more civilized places, Sid wasn’t afraid of the cops, moreso other drug runners and addicted maniacs that would no doubt run him down the moment they saw the package in his hands. With barely any law enforcement, it was no surprise when crime and decadence had become the norm here, with trashy hookers lining the alleyways and thugs in the streets. All of them equally eager to rip off any unlucky soul that wandered in…

“Ah well…best get going before those idiots try anything funny with the kids…”

Setting off with a steady jog, Sid slinks into a thin space between the buildings opposite the street, a rather hidden path only the runners like him knew off considering how no one would even think to go that way. A life of running from angered shop owners and drug addicts had instilled a mental map into Sid and the other veteran runners, necessary knowledge if they were to live for as long as they had.

In the first place, no one but a deathly starved kid would’ve been able to fit within that crawl space, benefits of the trade he supposed, but it did make travel in the slums much faster than it would if he took the streets.

But before Sid could take a step further after exiting the other end of the passageway into a relatively clean alleyway, the sharp eyed boy notices a glint at the corner of his eyes, looking down before warily approaching a pile of boxes that weren’t there before.

“Weird…did some other runner leave this here for later?”

Picking up the rim of a rusted garbage can lying nearby, Sid slowly lifts the loose end of the cardboard box upwards, half expecting to find someone actually sleeping beneath, only to spy the black darting figure of a cockroach slipping free of the shadows, scurrying away into the drainage with its rest disturbed.

Pushing off the box after discerning no visible threat, Sid carefully lays down the metal lid, approaching the curious items lying in a neat pile on the floor, slowly wrapping his callused hands over one of the surprisingly heavy bracelets as he dusts it off, holding it up to the warm morning sun in both hands, careful not to impale his palms on the massive polished metal spikes, mesmerized with the way they refracted the sunlight.

“Woahh…I wonder how much this’ll cost to the right buyer…”

It reminded him of the ones he’d seen worn by some of the men back at the base, except this one wasn’t made out of worn leather or cheap plastic, from the looks of it, Sid had to guess it was entirely composed out of lead or a heavy metal, one single glance at the wicked spikes that lined the entire rim was enough to convince him of their lethality.

But who in their right mind would make bracelets this heavy? Even with two hands and a history of lifting way larger objects (not voluntarily of course), Sid was struggling to hold it up, carefully cradling it to his chest in an effort not to drop the thing. Convinced of its use as a weapon, the crafty teen wasn’t willing to see if it was just as durable as it looked. If he could get both bracelets to an interested buyer, he could potentially get enough money to buy the kids their freedom!

That is…if he wasn’t conned, beaten and robbed. Sighing dejectedly as the dreamy memory of passing his bear of a boss a sack of cash with a bright smile on his face before waltzing out of the base with the boys in tow shattered in his mind.

Looking closer at bracelets though, Sid couldn’t help but let the idea of wearing them cross his mind, raising a brow as he held the heavy hunk of metal in his hands. Could he even slip them on without instantly snapping his bones?

Setting them down on the floor, the curious teen slips his wrist gently through the hole, surprised to find it being more or less a perfect fit as he lifts his arm up into the air, grunting with the effort. It was doable, but not so much of a hassle like he expected them to be, they were a perfect fit for one, and they actually weren’t that bad! The weight bearing down on his wrists began to feel lighter and lighter as he slung his other arm through the matching bracelet. Lifting his arms in the air with confidence.

That was when he spied something off with his arms as they shone in the sunlight, frowning as he brought them out of the light to get a better look at what he had assumed to be a simple trick of the light.

But eyeing the oddly oversized hands tipped with well cared for nails all wrapped up in soft peachy skin that shone with an asian orange hue up close only served to reinforce the gravity of the situation as Sid eyed his forearms growing larger and lengthier, pulsing as the formerly bony limbs fill with trained muscles and toned flesh.

It wasn’t just by some stroke of luck or marvel of engineering that suddenly allowed someone as scrawny as Sid to wear the heavy bracelets, whatever was happening to him was what enabled him to even lift them in the first place.

And the young boy knew what the cause was as he swung his arms in a panic, shocking himself as the sound of disintegrating brick and mortar rang out loud like a miniature explosion right in his ears, covering his vision in dust and debris as he gazed downward, not even a scratch to be seen on the black iron bracelets, the pristine spikes as sharp as they were when Sid had found them earlier. If not even that was enough to pry them from his arms, then Sid wasn’t sure what else he could do apart from the extreme measure that lurked at the back of his mind if the need arose.

But he had to admit the amazingly powerful muscles bulging  beneath the pale yellow skin of his forearms were an added benefit, even harder and abundant than they were previously as he watched the ripple go further up his torso, rounding out his shoulders and leaving his arms looking comically large for his childish frame. Was the thing aging him up to be able to wear it?

“B-But this is too sudden! I’ve never even had skin this smooth before!”

Shuffling backwards, the startled young man looks down when he realizes he can barely feel the familiar prick of the ruined pavement through the makeshift sandals composed of paper and wood scraps that should’ve been wrapped around his feet, eyeing the beginnings of what looked like a pair of pristine white boots crawling up the length of his feet, a similar occurrence spreading from his toes and up his calves as he watched the malnourished flesh shift and mend, left stunned as toned musculature and tender flesh strains against his skin before being concealed by a second layer of semi transparent fabric crawling out from under the freshly formed boots.

Sid swallowed hard as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, shaky hands running over his growing chest as if afraid to touch the flowing lines of fabric beginning to stretch out from his ruined rags, covering up holes in the structure while concealing the toned belly beneath, moldy brown slowly changing color into a vibrant blue as the rough worn leathery cloth melts into an elegantly sewn piece, complete with gold accents running throughout in striking patterns, leaving Sid feeling warm and comfortable after having gone for so long without wearing proper clothes, the puffed up shoulders only serving to emphasize just how lean and slender his arms were despite their well trained physique.

But Sid’s attention was focused on the tiny nubs that tented the clothes on his chest, feeling a strange sensation each time they rubbed across the smooth fabric. The faint idea of what they were hovered over the edge of the young boy’s mind, unable to believe it himself. But with how his skin seemed to shine like smooth porcelain as his newly grown arms, calves and now neckline seemed to radiate a clearly feminine air about them, Sid couldn’t refuse the truth that he was being turned into a girl.

Or rather, woman, as a healthy pair of breasts begin to bloom forth from the boy’s former flat chest, settling into a firm pair of B-cups that strained lightly against his top as the curious Sid hefted them with itchy hands, giving them a good grope as something worms around the sensitive skin of Sid’s now curvaceous back as a soft effeminate gasp of surprise exits his mouth as his neck slims further with the ripple moving slowly upwards, no hint of the bone deformities that had plagued him after so many beatings and the literal backbreaking work forced on him at such a young age as the fabric of the sports bra beneath gives some measure of added relief with how he could no longer feel the tiny spark whenever the top rubbed against his strangely erect nipples.

By this point, Sid barely resembled the stunted youth that had sidled through the buildings a few minutes ago, with the bulging muscle, tender flesh and soft fat he sported, going back the way he came was no longer an option with how much taller, wider and curvier Sid had become. And with an exceptionally loud crack of pelvic bones as they shift and expand to make room for the fresh batch of organs bubbling beneath his throbbing belly, Sid barely had time to brace himself before the next barrage of changes began.

“Ughh, I don’t feel so good…”

Crouching over as his stomach begins to gurgle while the muscles in his thighs begins to tighten in a vice like grip, labored breaths begin to escape Sid’s softening lips as a trail of cold sweat slides down his forehead, muddied strands of unkempt hair fluttering down his fringe in clean locks of chestnut brown all the while clutching hard at his stomach as if hoping to calm the tightening sensation building up in his stomach. Eye’s widening in surprise as a sudden release occurs, throwing his head back in shock as a mind blowing jolt of pleasure slams Sid’s lower half, an invisible heatwave spreading out into his groin, up his spine, building behind his breasts before lights go off in his brain like a thermometer getting an abnormally high reading as Sid falls over onto his notably perkier rear, screaming out in a voice that matched the allure of the picturesque oriental beauty twisted into a look of pure bliss, a slick tongue lolling for a moment in the air as Sid’s leg’s buckle up, twitching gently at the knees as tiny wet spot soils the flattened region between the new woman’s massive thighs.

But massive was barely enough to describe the muscle bound pillars as they throbbed with an internal fire, the chiselled curves of muscle forged through the fires of ridiculous amounts of training and combat experience shining clearly through the semi-transparent brown leggings that clung tightly to Sid’s lower bits, the damp imprint of a twitching cameltoe pushing up hard where his manhood should've been as gasps and moans continued to escape the woman’s puckered lips, her mind still roiling at the intense orgasm that had rocked her hard.

As the last bits of her raggedy old attire finishes forming the flowing length of her blue qipao that draped itself over her in an effort to provide the woman some measure of modesty as extra layers of fabric slither down the length of her body, connecting up with the presumed sports bra into a leotard to better offer cover for her privates, the air around Sid warps for a moment before a white band appears around her. A sultry moan with a notable accent  ringing down the alleyway as it snaps tightly around her already cinched in waistline, accentuating her alluring form and drawing further attention to her melon-crushing thighs with how any viewer’s eyes would inevitably be drawn downward. As impressive as her figure was, her chest was more or less well concealed beneath the trusty qipao and equally tight sports bra.

By the time Sid could more or less process a single clear thought without a throbbing fog of emptiness blinding her, she had begun to act very differently; from the way she hopped to her feet with a practiced thrust of her arms as she spun her nimble legs to gain momentum to the way she carried herself as she steadied herself against the wall, withdrawing a matching pair of ribbons and cloth before swiftly doing up her lengthy head of dark brown hair into two buns that framed her cranium, leaving just enough to droop down from her fringe.

More focused on the bevy of knowledge that now flowed in her mind, Sid could barely notice how light the bracelets now were as she held a breath, going low as she brought her arms close to her body, putting weight on a single foot as she lifted one into the air, knee aimed high as her calves tightened like a snake preparing to pounce…

Before unleashing a flurry of kicks aimed at the wall as her face widened into a smile, enjoying the thrill and power as she watched the solid brick and mortar structure quickly whittle down to dust and debris, the parcel she was supposed to deliver left forgotten by the side of the road.

“Hah! That’s amazing! No wonder these things are so heavy!”

Alongside the newly ingrained martial skill that made pulling off kicks and punches come as second nature to her, Sid could clearly read and write in multiple languages, reflecting her asian appearance and a much deeper past of working Interpol, requiring an intimate understanding with the languages of the various nations she remembered operating in. But none were as strong as her understanding of Chinese.

But behind the combat experience, knowledge and understanding of the female form and its ups and downs was Sid, thrilled with the prospect of commanding so much strength after being used and abused for so long. Which made her raise a brow as the thought crossed her mind.

“That’s it! With this, I can free the kids while making sure that asshole gets what he deserves! It’s just like-”

“Like what? You think you can get away with badmouthing the boss like that? What’s a wee skank like you gonna do?”

Turning towards the disruption as she eyed up the group of thugs she could recognize clearly as they stalked her way from the other end of the alley. Had they heard the commotion when she struck down the wall earlier?

“Strange, coulda sworn I’d heard a wench crying out for a man back here…”

So they had heard her…just not what she had imagined as she rubbed her brow in her hand with a warm blush on her cheeks. But now wasn’t the time for unnecessary thoughts, sighing as she returned their leers with a glare, spreading her feet apart as her boots scraped a trail through the dusty pavement, holding a fist close to her chest with a palm held out before her, just like she remembered.

Despite the hollering as the men laughed her down, the woman remained focused as she patiently waited for an opening, eyeing the man in the lead as his arm roamed to his back, shoulders shifting in preparation for an attack with the knife she remembered him always keeping close by in his back pocket.

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to shout before her fist hit home, barely feeling the dirt of his oil slick skin as he fell backwards in a heap, the clatter of the weapon falling a few feet away as his comrades stared at his bloodied face, the slight indentation, broken teeth and deep blue sore leaving a clear indication of where her swift blow had landed. Sid couldn’t help but break a smile at the sight of her first win.

“T-The hell? Waste her!”

It didn’t take a genius to realize they were going for the holsters jutting clearly from their pockets, but distance wasn’t an issue for her, calmly bringing both of her fists together, using the weight of the bracelets to propel her momentum forward as she thrusts them outward, unleashing a fiery blue ball of energy that barrelled into the thugs, sending them flying backwards with the audible sizzling of steam as the air rippled with disturbances from the explosive release of energy.

Although she had hoped no one had heard her yell out her move like some video game character, clearing her throat for effect as she straightened herself out after remaining in that bent over pose for quite awhile. While she was aware of how ‘erotic’ her movements were at times, she just couldn’t help it with the way her feminine allure shone through her muscular form.

But more importantly, Sid knew she could handle the blades and guns that had scared her into obedience once, doing a little victory jump in excitement as she eyed the disabled thugs and ruined bricks around her.

“But Sid…doesn’t really match with how I look now huh?’

With the former orphan now looking like a voluptuous asian woman that broke the gym with how stacked her body was, ‘Sid’ sounded like a terrible name to go with her, frowning slightly as she pondered over the matter. While she didn’t really have a strong attachment to the name considering how it was something her former captors had placed over her, she struggled to think up of a name that went well with her new appearance. Finally giving in after initially being skeptical of the one name that had floated back to her consistently. Maybe it sounded weird to her since she wasn’t truly born Chinese, but it would have to do.

“Well, time for ‘Chun-Li’ to make her grand debut I guess…hope the boys back at base can put up more a fight than these losers did~”

Stalking down the alleyway with the mental map of the slums still fresh in her mind, the newly christened woman slowly makes her way back towards the base, cracking her knuckles in preparation for the beatdown she was about to lay out…

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“P-Please! I-I’ll pay you! Double-no, TRIPLE! Whoeve-gfff!”

Silencing the leader of the trafficking ring with a swift kick to the cranium, Chun-Li could barely believe the sight of the ragged man as he falls to the floor, joining the other men lying sprawled out over upturned furniture and ruined crates, with some left worse off than others with burns over their bodies. Unlike before, she wasn’t in such a good mood for mercy, especially considering the sight of the charred figure that was once the pudgy handler that had been in charge of her and her friends beating on the children again.

Yawning with an exaggerated swagger to play off her boredom as her boots made contact with the ground once more, Chun-Li had more or less been left disappointed at the sheer ineptitude of the men that had seemed so intimidating with their large frames and weapons, only to find them all fumbling to get away once one or two of their number started to drop like flies.

She wasn’t really surprised considering all they really did was throw their weight around while bossing children around. Her pearl laden earrings had barely begun to swing before she had over half their number laid out cold before her...

Bashing in the rusted padlock that held the familiar gates to the ruined building she had slept in for so long, the wide eyes of the many kids she’d worked alongside stared back at her, some in fear, some in awe. But they didn’t recognize her. Going over slowly before taking a knee, Chun-Li didn’t need to say much for the children to approach her, with the girls coming closer as if drawn by the aura of a big sister she projected from her warm smile.

“It’s safe now alright? Just stick with me, and I’ll lead you guys out safely okay?”

Ruffling the heads of Jack and Teri, the crybabies of the bunch, Chun-Li knew from past memory that they could barely even understand basic English, but with simple mannerisms, it was enough to get the point across.

But she had done it, she’d finally been able to break free from her seemingly destined life of slavery along with what little remained of the small semblance of family she had left. Ushering the children outside as she took one last look at the tiny quaint corner of the room she had used to sleep in. Before a tiny tug on her fingers drew her attention, looking down at a wide eyed Teri as Chun-Li knelt down to cradle the frail girl in her arms.

“What’s wrong girl? Hungry?”

“Sid?”

At the mention of the name she had abandoned, Chun-Li tried to hide the frown on her face as she struggled to think up an excuse. Finally stammering out the best lie she could think of.

“Ah…w-well, you see…Sid…me!”

Pointing at herself as she said the words, Teri was left obviously baffled. An inquisitive frown on her face as she stared at the older woman in silence.

“T-Tell you what…how about…we go have breakfast? I’m sure these guys left plenty around to get a meal going!”

“Brekfas!”

With the enticing offer of food to divert the child’s attention, Chun-Li hefted Teri over her shoulders as she made sure not to bump her head on the cracked ceiling as she made her way back outside to join the rest of the children waiting for her as they stared in awe at the carnage their saviour had left behind.

She had no idea how to explain to them that she was in fact, the ‘Sid’ they knew but considering the fact she still needed to find a way to get them all out safely without a hitch, she would burn that bridge when the time came. For now, the fighter and her entourage was in need of good food, and if memory served right, the former ringleader’s stock of mac and cheese would do just fine…

THE END