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King Of Fighters TG TF Saga Part 1: Mai Shirunai
🕑 Added 2024-09-13 12:35:51 +0000 UTCThe first among them was a young girl named Hana, selected for her agility and grace, traits that would make her the perfect candidate to become the legendary kunoichi, Mai Shiranui.
The lab was dimly lit, filled with the low hum of machines working tirelessly. The walls, cold and sterile, were lined with various instruments, their purposes known only to the few who operated within these walls. In the center of this labyrinth of technology and science stood a man, his face obscured by the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of purpose.
“We’re about to make history,” he announced, his voice resonating with excitement and madness. “The first-ever King of Fighters tournament—a spectacle like no other. But for this to work, we need more than just participants. We need them to become the characters, in every sense of the word.”
The others in the lab nodded in agreement, their faces expressionless, obedient. They moved with precision, as if rehearsed, preparing for the first step of the plan.
The young girl, named Hana, lived an ordinary life, full of the simple joys and challenges that come with being a teenager. She loved spending time at the local arcade, where she could lose herself in the bright lights and fast-paced games. Her favorite game was King of Fighters, where she often played as Mai Shiranui, admiring the character’s strength, agility, and grace.
Hana had always felt a deep connection to Mai, perhaps because of her own struggles to stand out in a world that often seemed too big and overwhelming. At school, she was shy and quiet, often fading into the background. But in the game, she could become someone else—someone powerful and confident.
One evening, after a particularly good session at the arcade, Hana decided to take a different route home. The streets were quieter than usual, and as she walked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She quickened her pace, her heart beginning to race.
Suddenly, a van pulled up beside her, and before she could react, the doors slid open. Several masked figures jumped out, grabbing her and pulling her inside. She tried to scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth, and everything went dark as a chloroform-soaked cloth was pressed against her face.
As consciousness slipped away, the last thing Hana saw was the shadowy interior of the van, and the ominous figures looming over her.
Now, she lay unconscious on a cold, metallic operation table, unaware of the fate that awaited her.
“Bring her in,” the man ordered, and the lab doors slid open with a hiss. Two assistants wheeled in the unconscious girl, her body limp, her breathing steady but shallow. They positioned her on the table in the center of the room, strapping her down with restraints that clamped tightly around her wrists and ankles.
The man approached, looking down at her with a cold, calculating gaze. “Mai Shiranui,” he murmured, as if the name alone was enough to invoke the transformation. “She will become Mai Shiranui.”
He motioned to one of his assistants, who brought forward a container—a sleek, metallic box. When the lid was lifted, inside was a skinsuit, perfectly crafted to replicate Mai Shiranui’s appearance, from her distinctive features to her curvaceous form. The material was eerily lifelike, soft yet resilient, with a glossy sheen that made it look disturbingly real.
“Begin the transformation,” the man instructed, stepping back to observe.
The assistants moved with precision, their hands steady as they began the process. First, they injected a series of chemicals into the girl’s veins, designed to alter her physical structure subtly—her body began to reshape, her muscles and bones realigning to match the desired proportions. Her skin tone shifted, becoming smooth and flawless, the perfect canvas for what was to come.
The young girl, still unconscious, lay strapped to the cold metallic table, unaware of the drastic changes her body would soon undergo. The man overseeing the procedure gestured to the assistants, who approached with syringes filled with a transparent liquid.
“Inject the fat removal serum,” he commanded.
One of the assistants carefully injected the serum into various points of her body, targeting her breasts and buttocks. Almost immediately, the substance began to break down the fat, causing her body to shrink in those areas. Another assistant activated a suction device that swiftly removed the dissolved fat, leaving her body leaner, more defined, and ready for the next phase.
“Remove the hair,” the man said.
The assistants moved to Hana's head, using a precise tool to shave her hair down to the scalp. The once flowing strands of hair fell to the floor, leaving her head bare. This was necessary for the proper application of the skinsuit, ensuring nothing would interfere with the transformation.
“Apply the muscle suit,” the man said.
The assistants brought forward a custom-made muscle suit, designed to replicate Mai Shiranui’s toned physique. The suit was sculpted to match Mai’s strength, with firm muscles built into the fabric to give the girl the appearance of power and agility.
They began to add a special substance to the suit before applying it to the girl’s body to be fit, adjusting it so that every curve and contour matched Mai’s iconic look. The suit went up to her neck as the suit fused with her skin, it enhanced her physical form, making her stronger and more athletic than before.
The man watched as the assistants carefully placed fake breasts and hip pads on her body. These pads, she would soon learn, weren’t just for appearance—they were designed to store magical energies, acting as batteries that could hold and channel powers.
Once her body was prepared, the assistants carefully lifted the skinsuit from its container. It was warm to the touch, as if it were alive. They positioned it above the girl’s body, the edges of the suit glistening with a special adhesive that would bond it seamlessly to her skin.
“Apply the suit,” one of the assistants said, their voice devoid of emotion.
They began by sliding the suit over her legs, the material stretching and conforming to her new shape. As it enveloped her body, the suit fused with her skin, the transition from artificial to natural indistinguishable. They continued, pulling the suit up over her torso, her arms, her torso, and finally, her face. The moment the suit’s face aligned with hers, there was a faint hissing sound, and her features began to shift, molding into the likeness of Mai Shiranui.
The vaginal sheath was integrated into the nether region of the suit. The robotic arms worked meticulously, ensuring it fit seamlessly with her new form. As it was applied, the body felt a slight twinge, then a warmth spreading through the pelvis as the sheath fused with her body. It was a strange but oddly comforting sensation, as if her new identity was being completed in every possible way.
Next, they inserted contact lenses into her eyes, changing her natural eye color to a vibrant brown that matched Mai’s. These lenses also altered her vision, sharpening her focus and enhancing her ability to see with the precision required for a skilled fighter.
One of the assistants approached with a small tool, prying open her mouth as they began removing her teeth. Each tooth was carefully extracted, and in their place, they inserted a set of dentures designed to perfectly replicate Mai’s smile slowly lowering them to her mouth. The dentures were equipped with a small device embedded in the tongue, which would modify her voice to match Mai’s and automatically translate her speech into fluent Japanese.
Finally, the assistant retrieved the wig—a cascade of long, dark hair, styled to replicate Mai’s iconic look. The wig was carefully placed on her head, with each strand meticulously arranged. Once positioned, it was glued securely to her scalp, ensuring it would stay in place through any movement or battle. It was then tied to her ponytail with bangs on her face.
Hana's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Her body felt heavy, unfamiliar, as if it wasn’t her own. She was strapped down to a cold, metallic table, her arms and legs bound tightly. Panic surged through her as she tried to move, but the restraints held firm.
“W-where am I?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What’s happening to me?”
She looked around the room, her eyes widening in fear as she took in the strange machines and sterile environment. This wasn’t a hospital, and it definitely wasn’t anywhere she recognized.
“Let me go!” Hana cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. “Please, I don’t understand—what are you doing to me?”
A door slid open, and a group of people in lab coats entered the room. One of them, a tall man with cold eyes, stepped forward. His expression was unreadable as he glanced at her, then at the various monitors displaying her vital signs.
“Subject is awake,” he noted, his voice devoid of emotion. “Proceed with the next phase.”
“What are you talking about?!” Hana screamed, her body trembling with fear. “Why are you doing this to me?!”
The man didn’t answer. Instead, he nodded to the others, who approached her with a strange, skin-like suit. Hana’s heart pounded in her chest as they began the process, her mind racing to make sense of the situation.
They lifted her slightly, sliding the suit over her body. It clung to her like a second skin, the material cold and unnerving. She felt the suit tighten as they adjusted it, then a strange sensation as they added something to her chest and hips.
“What are you doing? Stop it!” Hana begged, her voice growing weaker as her fear intensified. “Please, I don’t want this!”
Behind the table, a machine whirred to life, its mechanical arm extending toward the girl’s head. A small, metallic chip emerged from the tip of the arm, glinting under the fluorescent lights. Without hesitation, the arm plunged the chip into the back of her skull, the device embedding itself deep into her brain. The girl’s body jerked slightly as the chip connected with her neural pathways, and her eyes flew open—blank, unfocused. She could feel every change being made to her body, every piece of the outfit being glued to her skin. But the straps held her firmly in place, preventing any attempt to resist or escape.
Another massive syringe came out under the table as the red serum was injected into her back through the hole, causing the suit to fuse with her skin. This serum triggered a reaction with the muscle suit, causing it to fuse with her skin and melt into her body. The girl’s old skin was absorbed into the suit, leaving it permanently bonded to her. As the serum continued to take effect, her body began to heat up, her skin began to glow faintly as the power surged through her, the temperature rising as the energy of Mai Shiranui’s powers started to awaken within her.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she began to stir as the sensation of fire surged through her veins. The power of Mai’s pyrokinesis ignited within her, causing a faint glow to emanate from her skin. The heat jolted her awake, her eyes now fully open but vacant as if her identity was hanging in the balance.
The pain was unbearable as her old skin melted away, merging with the suit that now defined her body. Her temperature began to rise, and she felt a strange power building within her, heating her from the inside out.
“Wh-what’s happening to me?” she whispered, her voice filled with fear and confusion. “Why do I feel so... hot?”
But there was no answer, only the cold, clinical observations of the man and his team. The transformation was nearly complete, and soon, the girl who was once Hana would be no more, replaced by the warrior known as Mai Shiranui.
As the power surged through her, Hana’s thoughts began to blur, the pain and fear overwhelming her senses. She knew something was terribly wrong, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. The last thing she heard before the world faded to black was the man’s voice, calm and detached.
“Prepare for the final stage.”
The final step was the hypnosis.
The screen lowered once again in front of her face, flashing scenes from Mai’s life, battles, and victories. As the images flickered, a voice echoed softly but insistently through speakers embedded in the helmet.
“You are Mai Shiranui. You are a skilled fighter. You control fire. You are strong. You are beautiful.”
The man watched as the screens inside the helmet flickered to life, displaying endless footage of Mai Shiranui—her movements, her voice, her mannerisms—all being imprinted onto the girl’s mind. She twitched involuntarily as the images and sounds assaulted her senses, her brain rewiring itself to adopt this new identity.
The phrases repeated over and over, imprinting themselves into her mind. Each statement drilled deeper into her consciousness, erasing her previous self and replacing it with the identity of Mai. Her body, now fully transformed, responded to the suggestions as the hypnosis shaped her thoughts, emotions, and instincts.
By the time the final words echoed—“You are Mai Shiranui. You are strong, graceful, agile. A kunoichi, the embodiment of power and elegance.” “You are Mai Shiranui. You are a skilled fighter. You control fire. You are strong. You are beautiful.”—the girl’s former identity had all but vanished. She had become Mai, in body, mind, and spirit. Strapped to the table, her newly heated body glowed faintly, her breathing steady and calm. Though she remained physically restrained, her mind had fully embraced her new identity. Her voice, once trembling and full of fear, now echoed with newfound determination as she mumbled the name, “Mai Shiranui... I... am... Mai... Shiranui.”
Hana's expression softened, her body relaxing under the influence of the hypnotic suggestions. Her mind, already in a vulnerable state, absorbed every word and image, reshaping her sense of self. The voice continued, weaving memories of Mai’s life into Hana’s consciousness, erasing her previous identity and replacing it with that of the iconic fighter. Her thoughts, her emotions, and even her sense of reality became entangled with Mai’s story.
She was no longer Hana. She was Mai Shiranui—kunoichi, fighter, and legend.
As the hypnosis deepened, Hana’s breathing slowed, her body going limp in the restraints. The transformation was almost complete, but there was one final step before the process could be finalized.
“Commence the final phase,” he ordered, his voice cold and unyielding.
The assistants worked methodically, applying glue to each piece of Mai Shiranui’s outfit. The thin, precise layers of adhesive were carefully spread, ensuring every inch of the red and white kunoichi dress adhered seamlessly to the new skin. The outfit, now effectively a part of her body, would become an inseparable part of her identity.
The assistants moved with practiced efficiency, retrieving the iconic outfit that would complete the transformation. Mai Shiranui's attire was a symbol of her identity, a traditional kunoichi dress in vivid red and white, representing both her heritage and her fierce spirit.
The assistants, their movements precise and efficient, removed the restraints from her wrists and ankles. Hana’s body lay motionless, completely under the influence of the hypnotic trance.
One of the assistants carefully lifted the red and white dress, its fabric smooth and almost ethereal under the lab's fluorescent lights. The dress, a traditional garb of Mai’s family, was designed with a deep v-neck and intricate detailing that emphasized both elegance and strength. Red tassels hung at the back, ready to be fastened to the obi, a broad belt that would cinch the dress at the waist.
As the assistants prepared to dress the girl, another assistant approached with a small container of adhesive, designed to bond the outfit seamlessly to her new skin. The man nodded approvingly, signaling them to proceed.
With careful hands, they began dressing her in the iconic red and white kunoichi outfit, following the exact specifications of Mai’s in-game appearance.
They began by carefully sliding the dress over the girl’s body, the fabric gliding smoothly over her newly transformed curves all the way to the shoulders with a red thong attached to the hips. The adhesive was applied in thin, precise layers, ensuring that the dress would not move or shift out of place, effectively becoming a part of her. A black belt with a white stripe in the middle tighten around the waist of the sleeping victim with The red and white tassels secured to the large red obi (A large white obi (sash) is tied around her waist, with long, flowing ends that often trail behind her during her movements.), which was then tightly wrapped around her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure.
Next, the assistants fastened circular white ropes around her shoulders, the material soft yet sturdy, adding to the traditional aesthetic of the outfit. These ropes, symbolic of her kunoichi heritage, were glued in place, ensuring they would remain perfectly aligned with her posture.
Her feet were then dressed in tabi, traditional Japanese socks with a split-toe design, colored in red and black to match the overall theme. The tabi were secured tightly, their fit snug and comfortable, yet firmly glued to her feet. All applied with the same adhesive their soles fusing with her feet, and their straps wrapping securely around her ankles and just below her knees. The circular white ropes that secured the dress around her shoulders were tightened and glued into place, ensuring the perfect fit leaving the armpit exposed, abs and other parts exposed.
Black and red fingerless gloves were then attached to her hands securing them in place. The final touch was Mai’s primary weapon, the Kachō Sen, or “butterfly fan.” The traditional white fan was placed in the girl’s hand, its presence completing the transformation. The fan was light yet deadly, a symbol of Mai’s agility and skill.
The man watched as he is satisfied that the transformation was a success. The girl, now fully Mai Shiranui in both body and mind, was ready for the tournament.
“Now, we wait,” the man said, his voice filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. “When she awakens, she will be Mai Shiranui—and there will be no going back.”
As the screen powered down and the room fell silent once more, the man turned his attention to the next room, where another subject awaited their fate. The King of Fighters tournament had begun, and the world would soon witness the birth of its first contenders.
