I don't own `em. But you already knew that,
didn't you?
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"A New Senshi."
By: Slacker
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He looked at the pen-thingie. He looked at
the green-haired woman who had given it to him.
He looked at the pen-thingie again. Nothing
special there. It just looked like a really
cheezy pen, one of those a schoolgirl would
buy. He looked at the woman again. She was
kinda special. You didn't see green hair and
red eyes every day, after all. He asked the
question uppermost in his mind.
"This'll take care of my curse? You
promise?"
"It'll take care of your Jusenkyo curse,
yes." The woman answered. She seemed to be
holding back a smile. He didn't notice.
"I'll be helping others?"
"In a way that you could never even
contemplate before."
She noticed his blank look. She simplified.
"Yes, you will."
He made his choice. "What do I need to do?"
"Just raise the pen above your head and say
whatever comes to mind. The magic will take
care of the rest." Oh, yes. The magic will
definitely take care of the rest.
He slowly lifted the pen-thingie. A phrase
bubbled up from the recesses of his brain. He
considered it for a second. He said it.
"TERRA PLANET POWER, MAKE UP!"
He was inside of a light show on steroids.
His clothes disappeared. Before he had a chance
to contemplate that fact, clothing appeared,
too quickly for him to catalogue each piece.
The light show ended. He landed and struck a
pose. He examined himself. A white leotard,
deep brown skirt with matching elbow-length
gloves and knee-high boots. A tiara and
earrings, both with gems that matched the
skirt. A neckerchief that matched the skirt,
with the ends hanging down over his breasts.
Wait. Skirt? Earrings? BREASTS!?!? He
looked down at his chest. Yes. Those were
breasts. He felt a little lower, praying he was
wrong. He wasn't. Something very necessary to
being a guy was missing. He looked up, alarmed.
The green-haired woman was gone. Lacking a
person to question, he fell back to his default
option. He grabbed his umbrella and shouted.
"RANMA, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!"
Somewhere in Nerima, Ranma sneezed. Then he
felt something unfamiliar. He looked down.
Where did this tuxedo come from? And why do I
want to go get a rose?
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Author's note-thingie:
Yes, I wrote this. Yes, it's probably been
done. I did it anyways. No, I won't be
continuing it. (Unless I get bored. Then all
bets are off.)
Ja Ne!
Slacker
didn't you?
*****************
"A New Senshi."
By: Slacker
*****************
He looked at the pen-thingie. He looked at
the green-haired woman who had given it to him.
He looked at the pen-thingie again. Nothing
special there. It just looked like a really
cheezy pen, one of those a schoolgirl would
buy. He looked at the woman again. She was
kinda special. You didn't see green hair and
red eyes every day, after all. He asked the
question uppermost in his mind.
"This'll take care of my curse? You
promise?"
"It'll take care of your Jusenkyo curse,
yes." The woman answered. She seemed to be
holding back a smile. He didn't notice.
"I'll be helping others?"
"In a way that you could never even
contemplate before."
She noticed his blank look. She simplified.
"Yes, you will."
He made his choice. "What do I need to do?"
"Just raise the pen above your head and say
whatever comes to mind. The magic will take
care of the rest." Oh, yes. The magic will
definitely take care of the rest.
He slowly lifted the pen-thingie. A phrase
bubbled up from the recesses of his brain. He
considered it for a second. He said it.
"TERRA PLANET POWER, MAKE UP!"
He was inside of a light show on steroids.
His clothes disappeared. Before he had a chance
to contemplate that fact, clothing appeared,
too quickly for him to catalogue each piece.
The light show ended. He landed and struck a
pose. He examined himself. A white leotard,
deep brown skirt with matching elbow-length
gloves and knee-high boots. A tiara and
earrings, both with gems that matched the
skirt. A neckerchief that matched the skirt,
with the ends hanging down over his breasts.
Wait. Skirt? Earrings? BREASTS!?!? He
looked down at his chest. Yes. Those were
breasts. He felt a little lower, praying he was
wrong. He wasn't. Something very necessary to
being a guy was missing. He looked up, alarmed.
The green-haired woman was gone. Lacking a
person to question, he fell back to his default
option. He grabbed his umbrella and shouted.
"RANMA, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!"
Somewhere in Nerima, Ranma sneezed. Then he
felt something unfamiliar. He looked down.
Where did this tuxedo come from? And why do I
want to go get a rose?
******************
Author's note-thingie:
Yes, I wrote this. Yes, it's probably been
done. I did it anyways. No, I won't be
continuing it. (Unless I get bored. Then all
bets are off.)
Ja Ne!
Slacker