Ranma Aqua-Isekai'd, by Chaos Orchid
Chapter 29: Genma, Woman
"Now, to look as much as a master as this‒ugh‒unmanly body allows," the naked and female Genma said, reaching into his weapon-space. Ranma was disappointed that something feminine (better, yet, girl or kawaii) didn't emerge. Instead it was the kind of keikogi Pop normally wore. More disappoint followed when the brand new, traditional-in-style (for Japanese) martial arts uniform fit. By rights, it should be way too long and baggy for her new, though temporary, middle-aged, 150 cm and busty body.
"There!" she said, making sure as much of the body was hidden behind the material as possible. "I feel at least a little like myself!"
"More than you must as a panda," Eyeshadow said.
"Hmph!" Ranma 'said'.
And the other redhead thought she understood the male Ranma's feelings. "I've been having to be a girl for a while now. She'll come to wish for what we wear. Even this," she said, tugging on her floral print pants suit.
That gave Ranma some hope. But, thinking on it, being a woman must be punishment to the misogynist part of the Old Man. And while he was a she, Pop couldn't denigrate him for becoming a girl without him or her being able to throw it back into her pretty face! (Whether the blow would connect was another matter.)
"Now, it's time to get you two to the guards. The sooner we get there, the less Shé should punish us."
"The only one I wanna see punish is the Old Man." Ranma suddenly slapped his hands together. "Cologne! The Eldest Elder outranks everybody, right?! And she's hot for you to be trained! She'll want to meet your martial arts master!"
"I think I'm the one about to be punished," Eyeshadow frowned. "Worse than what Shé can do."
"Cologne!? The miracle-worker that can cure baldness!?" eagerly said the woman without any hair on her head as well as her face. She quickly grabbed the head cloth from her ungrateful son. She had to look presentable. "Let's go see her! Immediately!"
"Follow me, then!" Ranma cried, leaping over all of the tarps in one jump before taking one last one to go over the roof of the tall warehouse.
Eyeshadow landed beside him. "You do know by making her my master, you can't use having to train me as an excuse not to do guard duty(?)"
"You don't know how martial arts training works, do you? As your sensei student, kohai, I'm your example and sparring partner. That makes me a kind of teacher. Cologne never said I was your master‒And never wanted me to be."
It was Eyeshadow's turn to, "Hmph!
A few seconds later, she noticed, "What's taking Mr. Saotome so long?"
Ranma grinned. "I'm better at roofhopping than the Old Man. But he'll be‒Here she comes!" His trained senses zoomed in on the pain on her face.
It was mild compared to the one she had on her landing. Surprised, she stumbled forward as she grabbed her chest and groin. She dropped to her hands and knees while she brought up her pain-management techniques.
Eyeshadow felt and saw Ranma's conflicting emotions. "She's just discovered how sensitive women's nipples and pussy are. Her keikogi is made of rough material, isn't it?"
Ranma slowly nodded. "The uwagi coat's made of hemp; the shitabaki pants, canvas. All like how they were in "Tradition Japan's good old days"."
"You've been using your emotion-dumping technique to pretty much ignore what was happening to your female parts, right(?) But it helped that you were wearing a silk changshan."
Ranma nodded again. "And that's why you wear silk Chènshān Kùzi." Though, did it have to be femininely floral?
"I also wear silk bras and panties."
Ranma began to regain his emotional footing. "I ain't never gonna wear those!"
"Kaguyo likes to set up betting pools. I wonder which Saotome will be the first to wear lingerie?"
Ranma almost smiled at the thought of the Old Man…. Only *Sigh*, Pop's curse was to be a panda; he‒
Ranma found a reason to smile, "People hafta be women to stay in the Village of Women Heroes, right!?"
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Genma wasn't happy on her short-legged walk. Once rasped, her female parts remained more sensitive than they would otherwise. What made it worse than it would for women was she was entirely and unexpectedly absolutely brand-humiliatingly new to having a pussy, tits and lesser offensive parts. She didn't even have a clue how women carried themselves and moved to minimize the hurts. And on top of all that, her healing techniques were hindered because she had never had to use them on extra-large nipples, tits, or clit and pussy when she never had them as a man!
She let out a low rumble when she thought she might be damp down there.
Cologne the Omen Reader was out in front of her shop door, waiting for them.
And so was Hairdo. "Red!" he cried, rushing towards her.
"Hairdo! This isn't the time for that!" Eyeshadow cried, using one of Ranma's techniques to toss him up onto the roof and out of the way.
"How thoughtless!" Cologne reprimanded her. "You should know by now he cannot remember how to get down. Go up there and rescue him."
"Yes, Elder Cologne." Eyeshadow grumbled.
"Then, go on a date with him!"
"WHAT!?" the redhead cried out and flailed in shock while two-stories up.
Cologne put hands on the the Saotomes to keep them from saving the girl from the fall. (Not that that was Genma's first inclination.) Her gamble paid off when Eyeshadow proved she could keep herself from crashing to the cobblestone ground. Her landing was more than acceptable.
"Why would I want to go on a date with him‒or any guy?!(?)"
"Except me," Ranma growled. Besides their so-called date at Cologne's place, she had stolen his first kiss! This while they were still strangers! And in front of what became their dormmates, the guards!
(Genma was too lost in her misery to understand this exchange.)
"Why? Because we will be discussing your future."
"Don't I get a say in what my future is?!"
"Well, Ranma?" Cologne turned to the boy.
"*Grr* As much as I wanna tell you you're right, I can't. The Old Man never lets me know what's he's planning to do to me. (If he has a plan.) But that's also the way of most of the other martial arts teachers he's dragged me to. It's all supposed to be a challenge. Sink or swim. Find the solution that works for you, not somebody else. Yadda yadda."
"And if you can't? You do sink? Somebody has a better idea?" That was Tsukiko talking. And Eyeshadow saw that. She had just minutes ago had an epiphany of the utter value of just that approach. And it had all come through her connection to Ranma. She had no doubt about the sincerity of the words just spoken.
That didn't mean a part of Ranma didn't still want her to go through the suffering he had had to endure to gain his powers and abilities. Those were what would give her the experience to be a martial artist in her own right. And, Tsukiko, too.
A worm of a doubt broke through her certainty and confidence: Did Eyeshadow or Tsukiko have the talent to be a true martial artist. Did hers or his come anywhere close to Ranma's?
The sage Elder nodded as she saw the one cursed to be Ranma's twin sister have understanding dawning. "Now, go on a date with Hairdo. How you define "date" is up to you. He is a quite good sparring partner. I've trained him myself. Think of him as a warm-up before your matches with Ranma and your new master."
Eyeshadow's attitude toward Hairdo changed. That was a "date" she could look forward to. And one she would probably need. She jumped to the rooftop.
"I'll say this for Hairdo," Ranma said, looking up. "his memory may be a sieve, but he ain't a coward. He's up there by himself, but he's not panicking."
"Now, can we get to more something more important(?)" Genma said. "I was told you know how to cure baldness."
"Elder. You will always refer to me by that title. Elder Cologne. You may use an honorific, as you wish."
"Y, yes, Elder. Elder Cologne!"
"Cologne, if people have to be women to stay here in the village, why is Hairdo allowed to?"
"For the obvious one. He is under my protection, the Eldest of the Elders. He needs a caretaker outside of places he can remember." Which Ranma saw as true. But he had a suspicion there was more to the story than that. Just like there was to that of Sweetie.
"So, except for him and maybe a couple of others, only women live in your village?"
"And men in transition; yes."
Ranma grinned, and slapped the woman in the keikogi on the back. "Well, you won't hafta fret about bein' bald as a panda, Old Man."
"I will not be a bald man once I've received the cure, Boy!"
"That is true," Elder Cologne nodded. "It will be your reward if you succeed in training Eyeshadow up to the measure of your first student, Ranma. Once she can defeat her sister-in-the-curse, then you will no longer be bald, whether man or woman."
"I, I have to wait?!" The disappointment was severe.
"Ha! Cologne has your number, Old Man! You'd better behave yourself so you can get the cure."
"Her name is "Elder Cologne"! You young whelp."
"Not to me. She has plans for me, and needs me more than she needs you. (Does anybody really need you, Old Man?) I'm like her Hairdo or Sweetie. More than them, cause they respect her."
*Splash*
Of course she responded to his self-importance arrogance by throwing Instant Nyannichuan water on the upstart boy.
Genma was taken aback. It still unnerved greatly her to see her son and heir become a girl. (And not a unique one-of-a-kind individual, either, as there was the other redhead. The fiancee. …How many did that make, now? But they didn't count as they came after the Tendō agreement.)
"Now I must show the neighbors, and thereby the Roof Valleys, that I have my limit on how much insolence I will tolerate. I order the Saotomes to march to the furoroom and wash! Beyond that, I will no longer allow my dwelling be contaminated by manliness!"
"Now, look what you've done, Boy!" Genma accused as Ranma led the way.
"Me?! You're the one who hasta be bald because you can't be trusted!"
Cologne was close behind them. "And be sure to use the blue soap! This is your first test, Saotome Senior."
"Y, yes. I will use the blue soap!" she nodded as deferentially as she could stomach.
That lasted until they reached the room with a shower and a wooden tub. "Ma'am, that is, Ma'am Elder Cologne, if you don't mind?"
"What? You both have female bodies. You do not have anything I have not seen before. And if you were male, I could say the same thing. Now: Strip!"
Ranma was more reluctant than her pop to undress. To middle-aged woman, it was a relief to be out of the rough and raspy martial arts uniform. Still, it was a part of what made Genma Genma Saotome and shedding it felt like losing apart her‒his!‒identity.
"Don't use the shower," Cologne instructed. "Dip the soaps from the tub!"
The Old Man was the first to‒quickly‒wet her bar and begin lathering herself. Ranma hesitated because he knew all the hot water in the village was piped in the the Hot Spring of Jusenkyo. There was magic in the water. What spell was the witch putting them under?
Genma closed her eyes so she did not have to see 'her'self naked. But there was no way of blocking out how this body felt to him on the inside. He had his memories of Nodoka (and a couple of other women before he met her, and afterward…), but it was entirely a different set of sensations when she on the receiving end of sensuous sensations made sensitive! Her still male mind with their still very male memories were conflicted as to how she should respond.
Ranma was done before the Old Man woman was.
"You may now wash the lathers off with in the shower," Cologne told them.
Ranma was the first to do that, too! She was eager for the Instant Nyannichuan to be washed off of her.
Only it didn't! What? No! The girl is supposed to go down the drain!
"Saotome Senior, wash your lather off and we'll talk."
"Right." The shower water was cold and it rose up gooseflesh all over her supple, female flesh.
She was glad to be finished with it. She reached down for the keikogi…but hesitated over putting it back on.
Ranma had no such problem putting her silks back on. "I think somebody talkin' about waterproof soap."
"That is correct," Cologne nodded. "It will be a while before either of you can become male again."
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NOTES:
Yes, Genma looks like his sister, if he had a sister. And if the sister was bald and wore his style of glasses.
Please tell me what Shampoo's style of pants suit is called.
Karate martial arts uniforms are different from what they were like originally. Judo keikogi are more like the traditional ones. They said to have first been those uniforms used among Japanese firefighters. I once came across a website that claimed that those firefighters wore soaked, multi-layered coats similar to the happi jackets worn at festivals, and that was the origin of Happosai's name. I can't find it now, so it was probably wrong. But I like the idea. (For firefighters' relevance to Ranma ½, google Machibikeshi. And who is best known for mallets?)