Ukyou took a deep breath as finished sweeping up the front porch of restaurant and turned about ready, to open up for the day. Only to here crack of glass behind her and felt a scattering of glass shards twist past her okonomiyaki seller's tights just before an odd odor provoked a firm sneeze. Grumbling, she turned about to see a van passing up the road with its back door swinging open and closed.
"Are you serious?" Ukyou shouted at the leaving van. "Jackass!"
Irritably she went back to sweeping up her front step before pointedly putting her open sign on display with an irritated snap and walking into the restaurant to start business. It wasn't long before the first customers started to trickle in. The sneeze earlier started to come to mind as breathing seemed to get harder each minute, as if her chest was trying to burst out of her wrappings and the clothes over them.
"Kuonji-san, are you feeling all right?"
The speaker was one of Ukyou's regular customers, a woman in her late twenties who owned the flower shop a few doors down. She tended to be somewhat of a new age flake in Ukyou's opinion, but the chef had to admit, past the immense constriction she felt, that the woman was shapely.
"I don't know, Sagai-san," Ukyou said tightly. "Everything feels tight."
"Oh, you poor dear," the woman said, coming around the counter to come to Ukyou's side and wrap an arm around her shoulders. "You've got veins in your ey…ouch!"
The woman recoiled from holding Ukyou and frowned a bit in confusion.
"That was quite a static charge," the woman said. "You know it's all the high tech gizmos that we have these days. We really should get back to simple nature."
"You mean when most people died before they were twelve?" Ukyou asked, rolling her eyes.
"I'm sure that's just technologist's propaganda," Sagai said as she cautiously went started massaging Ukyou's shoulders. "Perhaps you should close down for today."
"I've only been opened fifteen minutes," Ukyou protested. "Oh, that feels good."
"Well, go take a bath and if you feel better, come back and re-open," the other woman said. "Some heat should be good, your lips are turning blue."
The older woman turned Ukyou about then and dusted her shoulders off.
"Now, off you go," Sagai-san said, pushing Ukyou along and out the door. "Take care of yourself."
A minute later, Ukyou was standing outside her own restaurant with her bath things blinking confusedly as Sagai-san locked up her restaurant behind her and started walking down toward her flower shop.
The chef thought about protesting and going back into her restaurant and reopen, but she did feel very…strange. Tapping her fingers together felt odd, she wanted to say numb at first, but that wasn't it. She could still feel everything, it just felt different…tingly somehow.
She shook her head and dismissed the sensation and started walking toward the public baths. It wasn't a very comfortable walk, she kept feeling tempting to take her shirt off and undo the bindings in public. The idea gave her a partial thrill, but eventually set aside. As enjoyable as it might have been momentarily, she had a business to run and one had to sacrifice some things to be successful.
The girl at the entrance to the public baths, someone about her own age, smiled for a moment as Ukyou came in and then seemed to flinch a bit before smiling again. The girl was new, Ukyou hadn't seen her before, but that wasn't all that important.
The girl was rather pretty and Ukyou felt herself focusing, almost zooming in, on the bit of cleavage she could see through the bathhouse robes. Like most Japanese girls, this new kid had a rather small chest, especially compared to most of the martial artists around. Though not much smaller than Ukyou's own B-cup chest.
"Welcome," the girl said, reaching out toward Ukyou carefully and taking her arm and shoulder as if the chef were some sort of cripple or old woman. "Let me show you the facilities."
"I'm a regular customer," Ukyou noted dryly. "Who are you, I haven't seen you before."
"Oh, you can see?" the girl said, causing Ukyou's eyes to arch upward.
"Yeah…why wouldn't I be able to?" Ukyou asked.
"Well, you're eyes are sort of…" the girl looked a bit nervous, "Weird."
"Yeah, that's nice to say to someone," Ukyou responded, reaching out to cup the girl's chin and smiling at the new attendant. "But you're cute, so I'll forget it."
"Umm, what do you…"
Ukyou leaned in impulsively and kissed the girl firmly, in full view of anybody that might happen to be passing by. It didn't seem to matter at the moment, in fact it felt rather good…electrifying almost. In fact she could almost see arcs of lightning in the other girl's eyes for a moment.
Then she realized what she was doing and broke away, feeling a warm flush over her face that was equaled by the girl's.
"Bu..bu…uh…" the girl stammered before huffing angrily and stomping back to her station. "I'm not that kind of girl!"
"Sorry, I'm feeling a bit…" Ukyou winced as the girl turned her back on Ukyou and pointedly put her nose in the air. "I wonder if this is how Ranma feels all the time."
Ukyou slunk away toward the locker room and started to undress. She was still distracted by the tightness in her chest and her embarrassment so that she failed to notice her reflection or the looks turning her way until after she'd started to unwrap her chest.
And the first thing she noticed then was that the breasts she had at the moment were not the same as the ones she woke up with. For one thing, as she watched, her nipples were changing from a fleshy dark tan to a metallic blue. A network of strange blue lines crisscrossed her skin, much of which was also a bit shiny than she remembered it being, also looking a bit metallic.
Glancing in a mirror nearby, Ukyou saw the same lines over her face and even splitting out over the whites of her eyes. Meanwhile, her pupils seemed to have vanished as electric-blue irises had shifted to cover them. An itch was starting in her neck at the same time, and looking toward it, she saw some sort of indentation in the side.
"The hell?" she wondered. "That's…that's a strange rash…"
At this point she noticed the eyes drawn toward her and in a strange gesture, both preened and attempted to cover up.
"Excuse me," she said, sliding off toward the steam room quickly.
Once there, she closed the door firmly and took in a deep breath. Taking off the rest of her clothes, which were bound to suffer from being brought into the steam room with her, but it was all she could think of for the moment.
Ukyou leaned back and started to relax when the steam started to rise around her. Then she yelped when what she suddenly felt like someone was snapping or pinching her, first once and then again. Each time with a visible crackle of electricity where the steam touched her. The barrage of snapping pain started to ease off after a bit, but even so, it wasn't much longer before Ukyou was leaving the steam room, looking more than a little out of breath with several painful looking red patches all over her otherwise shiny metallic skin.
"What the hell is going on?" she wondered.
A pair of women walked past her, staring at her blue-lined naked form with a pair of arched eyebrows.
"These are the hallways, young lady," one of them said. "This isn't the place to walk around naked. That's in the actual baths."
"Yeah, right, ma'am," Ukyou said, unconsciously preening again as her gaze started to drift.
"Is she looking at my breasts," the woman said as the two turned a corner out of Ukyou's sight.
Ukyou walked into the locker room and grabbed one of the robes and pulled it over herself as she moved to furtively and ashamedly moving to leave the bath house, only pausing to find and grab her wallet.
As she was leaving the bathhouse, she saw the new attendant at the front and blushed remembering kissing the girl earlier. Rolling her eyes, Ukyou tried to casually walk past and through the door.
"Oh, hello," the girl said as Ukyou passed her, causing the chef to freeze momentarily. "I…uh, wanted to apologize for my outburst earlier."
Ukyou hunched up and turned around.
"Don't worry, sugar," she was saying. "I was out of…were your lips blue when I got here?"
"Huh," the girl said, blushing. "Wh..what are you talking about?"
Ukyou's eyes glanced down and saw that the girl's cleavage had noticeably grown. The chef unconsciously licked her lips and then looked up.
"Uh…nothing, Sugar," Ukyou said hesitantly.
"My name's Kyou," the girl said with a shy blush. "But you can call me Sugar…if you want."
"Uh…right," Ukyou said. "Ummm…I have to go buy new clothes…I…I'll see you later."
The chef started to leave and then froze, turning around as she remembered something.
"Careful of the steam room, btw," Ukyou said before leaving as quickly as she could while remaining polite.
"Steam room?" Kyou asked, blinking.
It was some hours later before Ukyou got back to her restaurant, dressed in a latex body suit that felt so good against her new skin. She was enjoying the feel of it as she walked when she noticed Sagai-san walking out of her flower shop with a rather impressed looking young couple, the young woman of the couple had blue lips.
Ukyou noted that Sagai-san's chest had grown…and was almost completely revealed, and her skin and hair had the same metallic look as Ukyou's. The flower-seller gave Ukyou a smoky look as the chef passed by that was both inviting and terrifying in several ways.
The chef didn't quite understand what was going on with her, and she wasn't aware of the nickname given to the virus she'd been infected with. Had she known about it, then she could easily have predicted that flaky Sagai-san was exactly the sort of woman whose reaction gave the viruses the name "slut virus."
"Oh, Ukyou-chan," Sagai-san called out. "Would you like to see some of the new things I've grown?"
Ukyou felt a blush come over her face and laughed nervously.
"Uh…maybe later," she said as her mind wandered more toward that Kyou girl who was closer in age to her…and then that led to imagining Ranma…Ranma-chan…Tarou…Akane…Ryouga…Shampoo…Mousse…
"Okay, when did I turn into a pervert?" Ukyou wondered as she moved to her restaurant to start to open it up.
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