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Akane waited outside of the Psychiatrist's office nervously. She had never been to one of these places before, and so far she didn't like it. The receptionist seemed cold with her rolling eyed glance and the bored tone she used when asking, "How may I help you?" Her anxiety only worsened with the only sound in the sparse green room coming from a ticking wall clock.

Every so often Akane would look up at the door to the Doctor's office that she was sent to. She kept fiddling with the edge of her school uniform as she waited to be called into the doctor's main office. Akane had sat in the waiting room for fifteen minutes, an eternity, when the door to the doctor's office opened to reveal an old man with wispy white hair and a permanent glower on his face.

He scrunched his face while looking at his clipboard, "Tendou, Akane?" He then looked around the empty waiting room, looking at everything but Akane. She stood up with a sigh and walked into his office. The Doctor closed the door, put on his half moon glasses, and gave her an evaluating gaze. Ushering her to sit in one of the overstuffed chairs in his office he asked in a low gravely voice, "Now my dear, what brought you here to see me today?"

"I honestly don't know what to tell you. This is my first time coming to a doctor's office of this…kind." She said not quite knowing how to put her thoughts into words.

The doctor gave an understanding nod and sat in another overstuffed chair across from Akane. "Why don't you start from the beginning? What happened at the start of your day?"

Akane twiddled her fingers wondering where to begin. "This morning could not have started out worse. It wasn't just bad, it was terrible. It all started when Kasumi, that's my eldest sister, said she was too sick to make breakfast. She said something about coming down with a cold and needing to see a doctor. Even with a cold my sister always seems to keep that bright smile on her face."

Akane's eyes stare fixated at a point of the room far away from the doctor as she continues. "So I volunteered to do the cooking for a while. Kasumi's face turned a little green, but it had to be because of her cold. Nabiki, that's my other sister, ran out the door saying something about emergency meetings and money to be made."

Akane's eyes grew sad, "I tried really hard. I did! I only burned through half of the sink, five pots, and fourteen spoons. The stuff wasn't even moving or glowing like radio active waste when I finished with it." The doctor made a couple of notes on his clipboard as akane's eyes hardened with anger, "but would Ranma eat it? No! He said something about training to go without food for a while and ran off. That idiot, as if I want him to eat my food. So I threw the pan at him."

The doctor paused for a moment at Akane's confession of throwing a pan of food at some person named Ranma. He then looked down to his clipboard to see why Akane was referred to his office. "Akane, it says here that you came to my office because you have some self esteem issues. Who exactly referred you to my office?"

"Honestly, our principal thought it would be a good idea." Akane's voice began to rise, "If Ranma would have just ate my cooking without saying stuff in front of all our friends about how much better his food and body are from mine then I wouldn't have had to mallet him out of the room."

The doctor jotted some more notes onto his clipboard and then asked, "So this Ranma, do you believe he is better than you?"

Akane bristled, "Of course he isn't better! I could do anything that jerk can do if I only had the chance."

The good doctor's ears seemed to perk up at that statement. "Oh you could now could you?"

Akane nodded solemnly. "Ranma and I are martial artists, but he won't take me seriously. He always says something about not being able to hit girls, but the jerk always fights with other martial artists like Shampoo and Ukyou without holding back."

The doctor seemed to consider something before nodding to himself. "Young lady, you say that this Ranma lad doesn't respect you enough because you are a women correct?"

Akane blinked and thought about it. "Well, I guess that could be part of it," she said not too sure about where the doctor was going with this. The doctor was only half listening as he began searching for something behind his desk. "I don't know how you could help me with a problem like that though doctor."

Before Akane could react the doctor pulled out a thermos of water and splashed her with it. Akane spluttered for a minute and then yelled, "What did you do that for?!" She stopped her rampage suddenly, hearing her voice had dropped an octave and that her school uniform didn't seem to fit as well as it used to. She then looked down and noticed that some things she was used to seeing had gone missing. Her face began to turn white and she choked out in her new unusal voice, "What did you do to me?"

The doctor stood in front of her and with a wide grin on his face said, "It is as the great Doctor Freud said, 'Women suffer from Penis envy.' Now you won't have a reason to envy that young Saotome lad."

Akane's mind took a second to process what the Psychiatrist said and she did the only thing she could do….

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Author's notes:

This is just an idea I had floating around in my head. If it gets good enough reviews then I'll put up a second chapter.