That Old Time Magic

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or Sailor Moon. This story is for fun. I do not make any profit off it.

Characters not in either series however are mine. As are unique story elements.

As the bell rang students filed into their seats. Like many other schools in the city there was a strict dress code. Tanaka however didn't care about that. He cared about teaching. It was his second love. The first being known to only a few. As everyone opened their textbooks he smiled. Today's lesson had come to him late the previous night.

"Put your books away. You wont need them." This brought a chorus of groans. "Can anyone tell me the origin of myths and legends?"

A blond haired boy raised his hand. Tanaka noted who it was, and sighed. James Fillmore was definitely not his favorite student. The boy had a tendency to attract trouble. Fillmore wasn't a bully. Not exactly anyhow. But he did get into frequent fights. Not to mention nearly daily riots as half the female students chased after him.

"You may speak Fillmore-San" He finally said.

"Thank you Sensei. I believe that myths originate from early cultures trying to explain something they didn't understand."

"That is a good theory, but not accurate." The teacher said with a chuckle. "Myths originate from truth. Take the European legend of Robin Hood. The man the legends describe was real, and he did run a band of outlaws out of the forests. So myth and legend originate in truth. But the further from the event, the more the truth gets distorted. Eventually the myth loses all resemblance to the original event. Some myths get forgotten entirely. Which is a mistake. Some stories should never be lost."

The rest of the class was fairly uneventful. Which suited James just fine. He had a lot on his mind. Summer vacation was almost there. But that wasn't what he was thinking about. Sensei Tanaka's words had mirrored his grandmother's almost exactly. Today's subject was rather odd too. Especially since this was math class. So why would he suddenly start spouting nonsense about myths? As the final bell rang he sighed.

James felt himself lucky. He'd managed to sneak up onto the school's roof without being spotted. Once again he glanced over the edge. Yup, still there. Why wont they give up? He thought to himself. It was ridiculous how they chased him. Then it started to rain. Thankfully it didn't last very long. In it's wake however his shirt felt too tight. His pants also felt loose to the point of falling down.

"What the?" He exclaimed. Then blinked. That had not been his voice. It had sounded like a... a... Glancing down, James screamed. What he was seeing was impossible. He was a man, there was no way he had breasts. He couldn't have breasts. That just did not happen. Slowly the youth realized something else felt wrong. Or rather, what was wrong was what wasn't felt. His, or maybe her left hand snaked down into the boxers and felt around.

As James explored her body she gasped. Quickly she pulled her hand back. It confirmed things though. Somehow the impossible had happened. 'He' had become a 'She'. The newly minted teenage girl pulled the school uniform pants back up and tightened her belt. She then undid the top three buttons on the uniform shirt. She had to, it was too painful to keep fully buttoned.

Feeling embarrassed, James made her way through the school and out the back. Fortunately there were few people in the halls now. Equally fortunately, the gaggle of girls out back watching for James didn't recognize her. Mother would be working late too, so that was a good thing. She really wasn't looking forward to trying to explain this. Nor was she sure how to explain it.

The trip home was mostly uneventful. Although she did wonder how it had rained without anything but the roof of her school getting wet. Once or twice James had to lose a handful of guys who started whistling and chasing her. It was a new experience, and not one she liked. Finally she unlocked the door and slipped inside. Sinking into the couch, she tried her best not to think about the day.

Eventually the girl decided to take a bath. Still feeling horrible, she went into her room. The loosest fitting tee shirt was picked out, as well as a pair of pants. She also grabbed a belt she hadn't worn in a while. Stepping into the bathroom, she put the 'occupied' sign up and began to fill the furo. While it filled James fetched a towel and cloth. Yes, a bath would be just the thing to sooth her frayed nerves.

A glance in the mirror caused the girl to stop and stare. Her normally blond hair was a vivid crimson. Her eyes drifted down further. Her chest, they were huge! How did this happen? Again the thought that it was impossible crossed her mind. And yet the proof was staring back in the mirror. Her right hand snaked down between her legs.

It's exploration was tentative at first. She merely investigated the outside. Absently she turned off the faucet. Curious as to what she had felt earlier, James once again explored her body. This again elicited a moan, but she was ready this time. She collapsed to the ground, unable to stop. It felt too good. Better then James would have ever thought it could.

For a time it continued. Lost in the unimagined pleasure, James couldn't help herself. Then with a scream she shuddered. A wave of pure orgasmic heat flowed through her, bringing with it exhaustion. It was a weary James which slowly pulled herself into the tub. To her surprise, the water had cooled to room temperature. How long had it been? How long had she played with her own body?

After washing up James dressed and stepped out of the furo. The sound of the door opening sent a chill down the youth's spine. It had to be later then she thought. After all, her mother wasn't suppose to be home till after eight. James's legs still felt weak after what had just happened. Slowly she dressed. The shirt still felt too tight.

While the furo drained, she started running the faucet in the sink. Placing her hands in the flow of water, James splashed some hot water in her face. The hope in her heart was that it would help shock her out of the weakness. Looking in the mirror brought a gasp though. The red hair was turning back to blond. Facial features subtly changed. And she could see the breasts shrink, then vanish. Looking down, James noted his manhood was back too. But how? And would he lose it again?

Without knowing what had triggered the change to begin with, there was no use worrying about it. After all he reasoned, it may never happen again. Part of James cautioned that it could happen, and he should figure out why it had happened. That part was largely ignored though. Instead he exited the bathroom and went to greet his mother.

He met her in the living room. As he hugged Sarah Fillmore a baseball struck the window. At that moment the sprinklers in the lawn also turned on, and James got caught in the spray. With the impact of the water, He once more became a She. This caused her mother to recoil in shock.

"J-james?" his mother said hesitantly just before faint

The next three weeks were a living hell for James. He had discovered to great relief that hot water could restore his natural gender. And to even greater disgust that he somehow attracted cold water with disturbing frequency. Disturbing because cold water made him a girl every single time. Sometimes he got hit with cold water in ways that James found extremely unlikely.

What made it worse was the new additions to his closet and dresser. Much to his embarrassment, his mom had insisted on buying several dresses and a full assortment of feminine undergarments. Not to mention teaching him how to apply make-up. Now that had been torture in James's opinion.

James opened his eyes and yawned. It was morning, And the blanket felt wet. Groaning, the youth looked. Yup, female again. She decided to take a bath. That would fix things. She gathered a clean outfit and headed for the bathroom. Only to find that the hot water heater was broken. Again. That had been happening at least once a week. Yet each time a repairman had come out they could find nothing wrong.

Shrugging, she sighed and started to wash up in the sink instead. Only to scream. This brought her mother running. Sarah burst into the bathroom, eyes wide with worry. Only to end up smiling at what she saw. James was huddled in a corner, staring at a growing pool of blood. It was seeping out of the youth's crotch, and clearly scared the neo-girl.

What followed over the next hour tried Sarah's patience. It also horrified James. After all, it all boiled down to 'now you can become pregnant'. An idea that flat out refused to sit well. Then she was told something even worse. Far worse then the idea of becoming pregnant. Worse then being a girl. Worse then learning how to use makeup, or wearing dresses.

"You mean this happens EVERY MONTH?" She exclaimed before fainting.

"Now honey, it's not the end of the world" her mother said.

To James however, it may as well have been. This was a blow to the ego. To her manhood. It wasn't enough that it kept being stolen from her by cold water. But now this, it was too much. She stared glumly at her mother. Thankfully no one had yet seen her like this. But now, now it was inevitable. After all, James was suppose to be going out with some friends tonight. But nooo, this stupid crap had to be happening.

Feeling depressed, she finally made her way to the kitchen. After filling mug with water, she put it in the microwave for a minute. When it was done the youth dumped the water on her head. The now too familiar change in gender occurred. And then pain. Massive amounts of pain in her abdomen. Pain that hadn't been there a moment ago. Not while... while... Oh gods no... he thought. James staggered over to the sink and quickly ran his head under the cold water. The pain subsided, but not her shuddering.

Which brought to mind something James had been trying not to think about for some time now. She couldn't go by her name like this. But what else to go by? Unsteadily she turned to the woman now entering the kitchen. It had to be something simple to remember, but close enough to her name to not raise eyebrows if a mistake was made.

"Mom... Please call me Jane when I'm like this."

"Why is that dear?" Her mother asked.

"Simple really... I don't want people to know. Please, tell people I'm a cousin." 'Jane' said to her mom. "Uhm... er... How long does this bleeding thing last?"

"It's called a period. And it could be anywhere from two to eight days."

"Oh man... that sucks. I'm stuck like this for that long..." Jane grumbled. "I'm going to the arcade."

"That's fine dear. I'll have a bento ready for you in a few minutes."

When it was ready Jane grabbed the bento box and hurried out the door. She was still feeling absolutely horrible. The dress she wore only made it worse. The purse her mother had insisted carrying too contributed to the foul mood. Grumbling the entire time, Jane made her way to the crown arcade. It had already been planned. She was suppose to meet someone from her new school.

I wonder what Usagi is like? She thought to herself. Her mother had been friends with the Tsukino family for years. Although James had never really met them. The hair style worn by Usagi though was impossible to miss. Blonds were few and far between. Blonds with that unique 'hair style were limited to just one so far as Jane knew.. At least in this part of the world they were. She had no idea about other lands.

What Usagi was doing soon came to light. Jane found the girl at the arcade playing that Sailor V game. A waste of time in Jane's opinion. But others didn't seem to agree. That much was obvious from the amount of business the arcade did. What was up with that game? Jane walked over and watched the other girl play for a few minutes. The game didn't look that hard.

Jane put in some money and gave the game a shot after Usagi had ran out. And quickly discovered an undeniable fact. This simplistic game was hard. Not just hard, but nearly impossible. Inexplicably she found herself losing lives faster then Jane would have believed possible. What the? She thought to herself. It didn't look this hard. It's almost like... Naw, that can't be.

"Ah... You wouldn't be Usagi, would you?" She asked the blond.

Startled, the blond looked up. "Huh? I'm Usagi. Who are you? Do you want to be friends?"

Jane almost staggered. This girl practically oozed friendliness. It would have been sickening, if it wasn't so cute. She'd come wanting to instantly hate Usagi. That would have been an excuse to leave. Instead Jane found that impossible. How could you seriously hate someone that bubbly? You couldn't and still like your self. Not that Jane was a fan of herself any more.

"I guess, I'm..." She paused for a moment. "Jane. Jane Fillmore. Would you like some ice cream? My treat."

T-Minus Sixty Days to Destiny

Author Notes: Well, here we go. Reviews are appreciated. But please, avoid insults. Sailor Moon and company may end up being OC to a degree. Similarly I might get some details of the area wrong. I'm still doing research on the Sailor Moon. Anyway, this story is one I've been working on for a while. It's been rewritten multiple times, and restarted several times as well. Enjoy