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    Iroh inhaled deeply as he gazed at the palace of Ba Sing Se before him, adorned for the first time in his nation's colors. All around he could hear the sounds of battle as his fellow members of the Order of the White Lotus fought with the occupying fire nation forces.
    Ahead, a mighty banner cloaked the palace, unmistakably marking it as spoils of this senseless war. Raising a solemn finger, he fired a single fireball at the banner and the twisted ideals that it stood for.
    Only for something to knock it from the air.
    With an acrobatic spin, a figure jumped from the rooftop and landed in a combat-ready pose between Iroh and the palace. It was an old woman, rail thin and dressed in a fire nation uniform poorly tailored to her gaunt frame.
    "Not so fast!" she screeched, "You old fool! Did you really think the fire lord would leave this city so unprotected? If you want to take Ba Sing Se, you'll have to get through me!"
    Iroh nodded grimly and took a battle stance. Though the thought of fighting a woman even older than himself unsettled him, he could tell her resolve was unwavering and there was no other option.
    Reaching deep within, he pulled forth the inner fire and prepared to release a spinning kick... only to collapse as his body was struck with indescribable pain.
    "What-" Iroh gasped as his body was wracked by convulsions, "What bending is this?"
    The old woman sneered as she struck another pose, causing Iroh's body to twist and seize. "Bending? Ha! This is a far more ancient art. Who needs your silly elements when I can bend the very chi that courses through your veins? And with your lifeforce in my hands, even your body is mine to command! Behold!"
    As she spoke, Iroh's body began to change. Hard calloused skin turned soft and supple as the muscles beneath shrank and compressed. His hands grasped at his contorting skull only to come away with a handful of beard. His uniform started to slip off as his shoulders caved down.
    "Had enough?" the woman cackled.
    "Do what you like with my body," Iroh grunted through the pain, "for my spirit is not so easily bent!"
    "Oh, we'll see about that!"
    The pain began anew as even more drastic changes took place. Iroh grimaced as he felt his little soldier dwindle away and a pair orbs begin to swell on her, formerly his, chest. Unsettling cracking noises came from deep within as her spine and hips snapped into new configurations. More muscle was changed to fat, rounding out her hips into a figure most women could only dream of. Her normally well-maintained hair spilled out from its holding, stretching to the ground like a waterfall of moonsilver.
    The chi-bending crone stopped once she was satisfied. Gone from her sight was the mighty former general and all that remained was a shaking and shivering young woman in ill-fitting clothes.
    With a cocky swagger in her steps, she approached her victim. "How does it feel? The mighty Dragon of the West, reduced to a feeble young maiden."
    Iroh whispered something, and the woman leaned in to savor those sweet words of defeat... Only for a sudden blast of roaring flame from a pair of pouty pursed lips to send her flying back through a wall of the palace.
    Iroh stood, shakily at first but soon finding her new center. Her uniform hung loosely in some places and gripped her new figure tightly in others, but beneath the soft veneer of unblemished skin, there was still a layer of steel-like muscle.
    "Your powers are great, that is true." She pulled her long silver hair out of her face, revealing an undimmed fire in her eyes. "But it will take more than that to slay this dragon. If anything, you've only brought this old Lotus back into full blossom!"
    The epic moment was only slightly ruined as, from somewhere off to the side, Iroh heard a piercing Wolfbat whistle. "Lookin' good there, Iroh!"
    The sexagenarian turned sexy-young-again raised a hand to her face and groaned. "Buummiii... not the time..."

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    Iroh inhaled deeply as he gazed at the palace of Ba Sing Se before him, adorned for the first time in his nation's colors. All around he could hear the sounds of battle as his fellow members of the Order of the White Lotus fought with the occupying fire nation forces.
    Ahead, a mighty banner cloaked the palace, unmistakably marking it as spoils of this senseless war. Raising a solemn finger, he fired a single fireball at the banner and the twisted ideals that it stood for.
    Only for something to knock it from the air.
    With an acrobatic spin, a figure jumped from the rooftop and landed in a combat-ready pose between Iroh and the palace. It was an old woman, rail thin and dressed in a fire nation uniform poorly tailored to her gaunt frame.
    "Not so fast!" she screeched, "You old fool! Did you really think the fire lord would leave this city so unprotected? If you want to take Ba Sing Se, you'll have to get through me!"
    Iroh nodded grimly and took a battle stance. Though the thought of fighting a woman even older than himself unsettled him, he could tell her resolve was unwavering and there was no other option.
    Reaching deep within, he pulled forth the inner fire and prepared to release a spinning kick... only to collapse as his body was struck with indescribable pain.
    "What-" Iroh gasped as his body was wracked by convulsions, "What bending is this?"
    The old woman sneered as she struck another pose, causing Iroh's body to twist and seize. "Bending? Ha! This is a far more ancient art. Who needs your silly elements when I can bend the very chi that courses through your veins? And with your lifeforce in my hands, even your body is mine to command! Behold!"
    As she spoke, Iroh's body began to change. Hard calloused skin turned soft and supple as the muscles beneath shrank and compressed. His hands grasped at his contorting skull only to come away with a handful of beard. His uniform started to slip off as his shoulders caved down.
    "Had enough?" the woman cackled.
    "Do what you like with my body," Iroh grunted through the pain, "for my spirit is not so easily bent!"
    "Oh, we'll see about that!"
    The pain began anew as even more drastic changes took place. Iroh grimaced as he felt his little soldier dwindle away and a pair orbs begin to swell on her, formerly his, chest. Unsettling cracking noises came from deep within as her spine and hips snapped into new configurations. More muscle was changed to fat, rounding out her hips into a figure most women could only dream of. Her normally well-maintained hair spilled out from its holding, stretching to the ground like a waterfall of moonsilver.
    The chi-bending crone stopped once she was satisfied. Gone from her sight was the mighty former general and all that remained was a shaking and shivering young woman in ill-fitting clothes.
    With a cocky swagger in her steps, she approached her victim. "How does it feel? The mighty Dragon of the West, reduced to a feeble young maiden."
    Iroh whispered something, and the woman leaned in to savor those sweet words of defeat... Only for a sudden blast of roaring flame from a pair of pouty pursed lips to send her flying back through a wall of the palace.
    Iroh stood, shakily at first but soon finding her new center. Her uniform hung loosely in some places and gripped her new figure tightly in others, but beneath the soft veneer of unblemished skin, there was still a layer of steel-like muscle.
    "Your powers are great, that is true." She pulled her long silver hair out of her face, revealing an undimmed fire in her eyes. "But it will take more than that to slay this dragon. If anything, you've only brought this old Lotus back into full blossom!"
    The epic moment was only slightly ruined as, from somewhere off to the side, Iroh heard a piercing Wolfbat whistle. "Lookin' good there, Iroh!"
    The sexagenarian turned sexy-young-again raised a hand to her face and groaned. "Buummiii... not the time..."