Several hours after his (her?) match had ended, Ryoko managed to stagger back into the common area. He (she) was dazed, still in shock, and didn't dare think of what had become of her (him?). His...her...once finely-tailored suit was now far too big on him overall, but too tight in the hips and chest.<br/><br/>Carefully avoiding every reflective surface in the room, he...she...darted over to a far corner and did her best to disappear.<br/><br/>Ryoko had been broken, transformed into a...a...<em>female</em>...but he had not been destroyed. Her recovering mind latched onto that idea like a piece of driftwood. He had not been destroyed. She could still seek vengeance, reclaim his former body...and destroy the bitch that had done this to him.<br/><br/>His now fine and breathtakingly gorgeous Asian features twisted into a sadistic sneer.<br/><br/>"You should have killed me, Temptress..." he whispered to herself.