Rainy Day Confessions
by Daniel Power
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction
Prologue: A Penny For Your Thoughts
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He could remember the incident as though it had been a crime committed which he couldn't ease off his conscience...
Darien Poe had travelled one summer on a little appreciated vacation to China. His destination? The comically acclaimed "Cursed Jusenkyo Springs", it being a very laughable tourist attraction. He still didn't know why he had to go there, much less go away on the idiotic excursion in the first place. His father had heartily said that the trip was all in 'innocent fun' and 'in your best interest'. Darien's best interest was the music he listened to with great fervor.
He was then treated to a speech about the benefits of the trip and finally "The springs aren't really cursed. Don't believe everything you hear, boy." It was this very same 'innocent fun' and 'best interest' that had gotten him into the predicament he was now in.
Of course, his entire family had wandered precariously close to the springs, as if mocking the very real danger and humilation that they had been blindly oblivious to. One of his brothers had jokingly pushed him into a nearby spring, laughing as he fell towards a watery fate. How he now loathed that boy's thick, naive head. No sooner had he fallen in than he re-emerged, breathless and to the screams and gasps of all those near.
Eyes bugged out of heads and mouths hung open in silent contempt. Registering the looks of disgust on people's shocked features, Darien had looked down and his gaze was met by a pair of largish breasts. His mind reeling, his reflection on the water's surface then delivered a final, devastating blow.
His hair was now long, past his shoulders, but was still the same familiar sheen of black. He felt much shorter and almost giddy with nausea since his center of gravity had changed. Worst of all, he, a guy proud of his manhood, was now a testament to curves you could very well have hung coat hangers on. He thought that either death or a heart attack were imminant, but neither really appealed to him so he fainted instead.
He had awoken to the sound of his mother packing and talking to herself in the strange fashion he was accustomed to. She, other than himself, was the only one in the dismal, uninviting hotel suite. Once she had seen that he was awake, she hastily made retreat of the room, her eyes watering and on the verge of spilling tears. Still not fully aware of what was going on, Darien, in both fatigue and ignorance, had fallen into a deep and completely satisfying sleep.
When he awoke, the hotel room had been tidied and attended to. His few belongings had been neatly packed and placed on the bed next to him. There was a note addressed to him sitting on top of his suitcase. Groggily, he had gotten up and dressed in a rushed, embarassed manner since him being a girl did little to ease his mind. He then snatched up the note. Attached to it was a cheque for $600 American.
The note read:
"Fate has chosen a strange future for you, son. We want nothing to do with it. Please, do us a favor and don't come home."
Sign,
Your loving parents.
"Loving my ass!" He hurled the note onto the floor. They could very well have told him that he's not human and has to be gutted to the sake of science!
Confusion and despair had threatened to engulf him. A nice shower would calm him down..yes, that would work wonders. This wasn't far from the truth.
No sooner had he felt the soothing spurts of hot water hit his skin than he felt something peculiar, a tingling sensation that momentarily passed throughout his body, head to foot.
He was a guy again! He was cured!
After much scrutiny to make sure that he wasn't still sound asleep and dreaming, he quickly finished showering and got hurriedly dressed.
The next moring he caught a ferry over to the island of Japan. So here he was now, walking along somber and deserted streets looking for an airport with a plane that could whisk him home to America.
At the age of sixteen he had been ditched by his parents and two brothers who hadn't liked the idea of him changing sex on them. Oh, but they had been so wrong in their judgement of him! He'd show them their mistake when he got home not a girl, but a guy.
They had been so stupid to question the truth behind the Cursed Springs. Well, that was just like them, but who knew something that oddly perverse and bizarre was real?
...Suddenly, a car careened down the street, spraying the remains of that morning's down pour everywhere. The water had found a victim in Darien and he was now soaked, completely and utterly.
That same tingling sensation...
'No! This can't be happening!' Darien's mind screamed for guidance.
Same feminine features, not at all gone unnoticed.
Falling to the side walk on hands and knees, Darien let out a startling, sharp sream of defeat and anguish while water mingled with his tears...uncaring.
by Daniel Power
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction
Prologue: A Penny For Your Thoughts
*****************************
He could remember the incident as though it had been a crime committed which he couldn't ease off his conscience...
Darien Poe had travelled one summer on a little appreciated vacation to China. His destination? The comically acclaimed "Cursed Jusenkyo Springs", it being a very laughable tourist attraction. He still didn't know why he had to go there, much less go away on the idiotic excursion in the first place. His father had heartily said that the trip was all in 'innocent fun' and 'in your best interest'. Darien's best interest was the music he listened to with great fervor.
He was then treated to a speech about the benefits of the trip and finally "The springs aren't really cursed. Don't believe everything you hear, boy." It was this very same 'innocent fun' and 'best interest' that had gotten him into the predicament he was now in.
Of course, his entire family had wandered precariously close to the springs, as if mocking the very real danger and humilation that they had been blindly oblivious to. One of his brothers had jokingly pushed him into a nearby spring, laughing as he fell towards a watery fate. How he now loathed that boy's thick, naive head. No sooner had he fallen in than he re-emerged, breathless and to the screams and gasps of all those near.
Eyes bugged out of heads and mouths hung open in silent contempt. Registering the looks of disgust on people's shocked features, Darien had looked down and his gaze was met by a pair of largish breasts. His mind reeling, his reflection on the water's surface then delivered a final, devastating blow.
His hair was now long, past his shoulders, but was still the same familiar sheen of black. He felt much shorter and almost giddy with nausea since his center of gravity had changed. Worst of all, he, a guy proud of his manhood, was now a testament to curves you could very well have hung coat hangers on. He thought that either death or a heart attack were imminant, but neither really appealed to him so he fainted instead.
He had awoken to the sound of his mother packing and talking to herself in the strange fashion he was accustomed to. She, other than himself, was the only one in the dismal, uninviting hotel suite. Once she had seen that he was awake, she hastily made retreat of the room, her eyes watering and on the verge of spilling tears. Still not fully aware of what was going on, Darien, in both fatigue and ignorance, had fallen into a deep and completely satisfying sleep.
When he awoke, the hotel room had been tidied and attended to. His few belongings had been neatly packed and placed on the bed next to him. There was a note addressed to him sitting on top of his suitcase. Groggily, he had gotten up and dressed in a rushed, embarassed manner since him being a girl did little to ease his mind. He then snatched up the note. Attached to it was a cheque for $600 American.
The note read:
"Fate has chosen a strange future for you, son. We want nothing to do with it. Please, do us a favor and don't come home."
Sign,
Your loving parents.
"Loving my ass!" He hurled the note onto the floor. They could very well have told him that he's not human and has to be gutted to the sake of science!
Confusion and despair had threatened to engulf him. A nice shower would calm him down..yes, that would work wonders. This wasn't far from the truth.
No sooner had he felt the soothing spurts of hot water hit his skin than he felt something peculiar, a tingling sensation that momentarily passed throughout his body, head to foot.
He was a guy again! He was cured!
After much scrutiny to make sure that he wasn't still sound asleep and dreaming, he quickly finished showering and got hurriedly dressed.
The next moring he caught a ferry over to the island of Japan. So here he was now, walking along somber and deserted streets looking for an airport with a plane that could whisk him home to America.
At the age of sixteen he had been ditched by his parents and two brothers who hadn't liked the idea of him changing sex on them. Oh, but they had been so wrong in their judgement of him! He'd show them their mistake when he got home not a girl, but a guy.
They had been so stupid to question the truth behind the Cursed Springs. Well, that was just like them, but who knew something that oddly perverse and bizarre was real?
...Suddenly, a car careened down the street, spraying the remains of that morning's down pour everywhere. The water had found a victim in Darien and he was now soaked, completely and utterly.
That same tingling sensation...
'No! This can't be happening!' Darien's mind screamed for guidance.
Same feminine features, not at all gone unnoticed.
Falling to the side walk on hands and knees, Darien let out a startling, sharp sream of defeat and anguish while water mingled with his tears...uncaring.