An unusual disclaimer: Ranma ½ is a trademark of Rumiko Takahashi and VIZ Communications, and its characters have been borrowed without permission. And Son Turned Daughter was originally written in 2002 by the FanFiction author Tangent, and his characters Megumi, Yasushi and Ayane have, likewise, been borrowed without permission. Please see the first two chapters under his pen name. This story is written for non-commercial purposes only.
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Ranma hasn't yet learned to do any of the blatant, attention-getting ki techniques. His are still ones that are not easily noticed by the layman. But he has them because Genma was all too familiar with them from his days studying under Happosai. The heir to the Anything-Goes School had to know ki techniques.
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Day Three since the Saotomes had arrived began with another of their sparring matches in the Tendo garden yard. Or was it merely sparring?
"I told you, Pop, ruin Kasumi's negligee and she won't give you breakfast!" the redhead taunted.
"Then get out of that abomination! You dressed like a schoolgirl yesterday. Today, you're like a working girl in a bordello!"
"Mr. Saotome!" Kasumi raised her voice. "That is my nightie I loaned Ranma-chan!"
"Uh, sorry, Kasumi, dear!" Genma was forced to eat his words again. And Ranma laughed.
The pigtailed girl kept the purple, see-through negligee just out of the reach of her Old Man, insulting him further by performing a few kata moves along the way. She preferred those that 'accidentally' brought attention to the matching purple panties she was wearing. She stayed away from moves that would have swung or bounced her boobs around too much. She wasn't wearing anything over them to constrain them and wasn't convinced that the positives of bras outweighed the negatives. Anyway, her idiot Old Man's eyes kept returning to her girl-sized nipples as they were moved and jiggled about, so they had some tactical value.
Her routine kata moves changed into one she hadn't intended. Her female impulses had her skipping over near the koi pond. Since this further aggravated her already outraged pop, she went with it. "Oo, the water: So cold! Come here, Big Man. It's not me that has to worry about getting wet, now." That was the straw that broke the idiot's concentration. He did a low leap, best foot forward, intending to kick out the mockery to manhood!
She did a higher leap. Just high enough to land on his right thigh and prance along it, up his torso, face and push off from the back of his bald head. She heard a satisfying splash that told her her sensei hadn't landed cleanly in the pond. She landed on the ball of her foot - her arm briefly against the boobs so they didn't bounce too much - and did a twirl of victory. This one was better than the ones she had done yesterday. She had learned more how to slow the momentum of her boobs so they didn't come to a sudden and uncomfortable stop. "Ta-da!"
Kasumi was her only audience. She applauded. "I gave you a nightie I haven't used. But I'm glad to see you can take care of my things, Ranma-chan. It makes me feel I can trust you with my clothes."
Ranma's mood sobered some. That was right. The only girl-clothes available to her were those belonging to the too feminine Kasumi or, for pants, the camera-happy Nabiki. Unfortunately, Akane was just too small in the boob and too large in the butt departments. It would have been nice to wear something that belonged to a friend. Did Akane have any pants?
Well, she didn't have to think about that now. As far as she knew, all she would have to wear as the girl today was a Furinkan girls uniform. A part of her still rebelled at the idea. The part conditioned by her Old Man, sensei, pop, no doubt. She turned to the panda, just sitting up straight in the cold water, and bowed. "Thank you for registering me at school as a girl! I'm going to change into my dress now!" And she bounded off like she couldn't wait to get into it!
"I've altered an old uniform of mine for you, Ranma-chan, according to the measurements we took of you. 34C-24-34."
"Right, Kasumi. You said I should remember the numbers. 34C-24-34. Uh, why the "C"?"
"It's your cup-size." Kasumi saw the neo-girl was thinking about the wrong kind of cup. "Cups are what bras have to hold the breasts."
Ranma looked down at her non-held boobs. "Oh!" And she made her hands into cup shapes over them. "Okay…."
"That's alright, Ranma-chan, there are women who still get the wrong cup or bra size. It can be complicated."
"Then I won't-"
Click, click, click. Nabiki came in the common room in baggy, rumbled pajamas.
"Playing with yourself, Ranma?" Nabiki smiled. Great shots! More to add to her "Redhead in Purple Nightie" folder.
"I was learnin' about cups and bras from Big Sister." Clueless, she kept her hands in place to show she understood about cups.
"Big Sister?" Aw, that was the first time Ranma-chan had called her that. Nabiki and Akane were practically grown women and soon would not need her. But Ranma-chan did. She, Kasumi, was little older than her younger sisters. She was having to deal with her own puberty issues as her sisters were having theirs. She was sure she had failed them. With Ranma-chan, though, she had a second chance, this time as a woman past most of the pains of maturing. Ranma-chan did not have the, ahem, luxury of a slow change into womanhood. It just hit her, suddenly, unexpectedly. And the change the poor girl would have was to constantly go through, time and again, the rapid, wrenching changes, going from...
Oh, my! That's right, "Ranma is a boy. Nabiki, don't tease Ranma-kun." How easy it was to forget while he wasn't a boy.
"She's teasin' me?!" Ranma frowned at her, taking her hands away from her boobs, almost forming fists.
Click. Click. "Being a girl is about teasing."
"Not your kind of teasing, Nabiki. And not-"
"Not what Megumi and her gang do!" sweaty Akane said, coming in in her morning jogging outfit. "Ranma! Are you still wearing that flimsy, perverted-"
"It's Kasumi's!"
"It's when she wants to tease," Nabiki smiled triumphantly. Point made.
"And I haven't worn it." Teasing did seem out of character for her.
"Put some real clothes on, Ranma, before Dad sees you again! You could have killed him last evening!"
"It's his own fault if he don't watch where he's goin'!"
"Don't get into a fight. You two have been getting along so well," Kasumi pleaded.
"You could take lessons from Ranchan-"
"Don't call me that That's for only special people." Everybody in the room could hear and feel how serious Ranma was about that.
"Uh, okay," Nabiki had to stay on her good side. At least until she knew how to manipulate her better. "Daddy demonstrated the tactical value of a girl being a tease. Only your problem with "perverts", Akane, prevents you from having the same advantage."
"You just want to take cheap, tawdry pictures of me! AND Ranma! What if you marry him!?"
"Now, there's a thought," Nabiki smirked.
"I won't let you!"
"Oh, my!" Kasumi the peacemaker had to step in. "If you want breakfast before you head to school, you three had better change into your uniforms,"
As Ranma went to freshen up in the bath room after her morning workout, she passed Mr. Tendo along the way. Soun stared straight ahead, refusing to ogle at the young, cute, well-endowed and topless girl hiding nothing in the see-through except what her panties covered. He walked on. And on off the garden porch. This time a wet panda was there to catch him.
And then to throw him down to the ground in disgust.
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"Now, turn." Click. Click. Nabiki was teaching Ranma, without her being aware of it, how to model. For the cursed girl's part, she was just demonstrating how great a job Kasumi had done of making this school uniform fit.
"Yes. You always do your best, Big Sis," Akane said, jealous of abilities she herself totally lacked.
"I got room to breathe!" the busty girl said, showing the inch of extra room the bib of the jumper gave her. Okay, she wasn't Nabiki's perfect model. Yet.
"And you have the half-slip on?" Akane asked.
Ranma rolled her eyes and said, "Yes." She lifted the hem to show it. Wasn't one dress enough to have wear?
"What about the panties I've never worn?" Kasumi said.
The redhead frowned. "Still snug. And, and…." her voice petered.
"Purple?" Nabiki raised an eyebrow and a smile. "Satiny?"
"Kasumi! Ranma can't wear those to school! Think about gym class! -Again!"
"It's,it's okay," Ranma tried to sound convincing. "I can't use the ones I wore yesterday."
"I'm sorry," Kasumi said. "I was busy with altering the uniform, taking care of father's injuries, and other necessary chores, and there wasn't enough of a load for to do the laundry."
"Ranma had an "accident?" Nabiki really had trouble toning down her display of amusement. "What kind of wet was it?"
Ranma turned beet red, feeling the humiliation, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. Instead, she threw herself against Akane's shoulder. Akane hugged her friend and patted her head right down to the pigtail.
"Nabiki, I borrow Dr. Tofu's medical books," Kasumi sternly told her younger sister. "I know the male and female urethra systems are different."
"There are many things Ranma has to practice doing as a girl," Akane defended.
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Nabiki almost wasn't allowed to walk with them to school, but her Palm-Kuno-Off-Onto-Megumi Plan required her to be with them. It wasn't long before she was bringing up something more the other two did not want to talk about. "You're not wearing any socks?" All Ranma had on her feet were her Chinese fighting slippers.
"I never wear socks," Ranma told her.
"But you have to. It's important to every schoolgirl she gets the right kind of socks. The kind of socks is not part of the dress code, and a girl can express her individuality that way."
"How many girls don't wear socks at Furinkan? None? Then I'm more an individual than all them."
"But each style of socks has a demographic to go with it. Bare is too unique."
"Then, if Ranma doesn't wear something that appeals to any of your "demographics", guys won't be interested in her?" Akane used the chance to get a dig in at the middle sister.
"Good. Then I'll won't wear socks. I don't want demo-guys interested in me."
"Having no socks is against the school dress code. I'm not lying. When you find out, I'll help you pick out the style that best suits you, Ranma."
"Don't listen to her, Ranma. The school doesn't strictly enforce the dress code. Honestly! Kuno goes around in his keno-gi half the time and that stupid horde of hentai have to wear their sports club uniforms to their homerooms after I beat them up right before the school bell!"
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Megumi, Ayane, and Yasushi were waiting around the last corner before the way to the gates of Furinkan High. "We thought you were going to be late," said the tall, muscular girl with one lock dyed blonde.
"See, Ranma? Most Japanese schools discourage any color but the natural hair color?" Akane said.
"Go to another school, and they might make you dye that red mop black!" Megumi said.
"Hmm! I might like that. ' something to think about."
"The tensions are building here, people!" Nabiki told them. "We're supposed to be trying to act like friends, remember? Try to touch each other without any hurting. No, Ranma, don't hold Yasushi's hand. Yasushi!? You're holding Ranma's hand? Stop it! You people aren't that friendly!"
"Yeah, Yasushi, you don't want everybody to think you're like them?" Implying bisexual.
"Megumi! What did I say! If you want Kuno, none of that. Again. Ever! Now, Akane, like it or not, you have to pair up with Megumi. Ayane, not Yasushi, is with Ranma. I'll keep an eye on Yasushi. Okay, in places? Walk! -Closer: You've signed a truce!"
And so the long block-long walk towards the gate began.
"So, Ranma, give us the details. Who's this guy you're interested in? You like his body. That means he's a martial artist, too, right? What style? One that preachers strong upper-body strength? Are his muscles like cords? Does he have a bulging chest?" Ayane the gossip noticed the little redhead's reaction to "bulging chest". Oo, it made her feel juicy. She went on trying to infer more things from the red-faced redhead's reactions. Unfortunately for her, most of them were lost in translation, as the new girl didn't seem to understand entirely what she was referring to.
Thankfully, the long walk finally was over. All they had to face now was one captain of the kendo club and legitimate heir to the samurai. Tatewaki Kuno-senpai...
"...the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High!"
"Why are you telling us that!? We already know what you call yourself!" Akane told him.
"Yeah!" Megumi almost matched her rival in the bravado she was told Kuno adored. And she only almost remained tongue-tied.
"Of course, I, the handsome, wealthy, intelligent, heir to the fiefdom of Nerima need no introduction to you lovely ladies-in-waiting. I speak to the feisty lass of yesterday that broke through her maidenly reserve to actually speak to her better."
"What did he say?" Ranma asked.
"He wants you to fight him," Nabiki whispered from behind her. "Don't!"
"Aw, man!" Geez! Aaa! No way! Have to hold back?! It was killing her!
"Leave Ranma out of this!" Akane said. "Yeah!" said Megumi. Pay attention to Her, Megumi Sato!
"Then she is one of the common, who does not make good on their word. They merely make empty gestures of no importance."
Ranma roared!
"Ranma, no!" Nabiki told her. "NO!" Akane screamed. "No," Megumi prayed.
The star pupil of the Saotome School of Anything-Goes Martial Arts took to the air! Needing someone else to lose face, she stepped on Kuno's! He was sent to the pavement!
She didn't stay but kept on running, to disappear off to the side of the main building.
"What?" Megumi asked the kami. "What does Ranma think she's doing?" Nabiki asked.
"I think I know!" Akane cried and rushed to follow, stepping on Kuno two times without realizing it. Megumi decided to follow the example of her rival and also stepped on her love interest.
Nabiki remained behind with the money machine. "Guess who has infirmary duty today!?" she grinned.
They were just around the corner of the main school building, just out of sight of the main gate, was the hentai horde. Kuno had warned them to remain there, but he hadn't left them like this! Lying on the ground, up against and even on the security wall were bodies dressed in the uniforms of the dozens of sports clubs, including ballet and yoga. Akane knew Ranma could have taken them all down faster than even she could, but her friend felt the great, hormonal need to vent. That's why the petite cutie was spinning a sumo wrestler around and around over her head.
Megumi was aghast! And not just at the bodies. Scenes like this were common with Akane around. No, what shook her were the croquet ball, hockey puck, baseball, Indian club, epee, and even tennis balls lodged into the cinderblock walls around them. And that wasn't mentioning the bowling ball-sized chunk that was missing from the grounds-wall.
WHOP! The tiny terror threw the sumo down and began bouncing on him like he was a trampoline, remembering to keep her skirt's hem pulled down.
Megumi for the first time fully understood she had done the right thing by apologizing in person for what she had done to the super girl midget.
"Ranma! That's enough! You could seriously hurt these hentais!" Akane told her, rushing to her. She reached out to pull Ranma off the sumo boy, but was herself lifted into the air as she went up.
Suddenly, both were sprawled on the ground! "Ow!" Akane cried. She looked to the superiorly skilled martial artist for an explanation of why she allowed this unexpected tumble to happen. It was much more unexpected than she imagined.
"Akane! You shouldn't use mid-air techniques unless you know what you're doin'!"
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"So much for being alone with Kuno-baby," Nabiki sighed as the first wave of Ranma's victims were brought into the school infirmary. "Better call in the back-up." And she went to the hotline phone.
Barefoot (not in her outdoor shoes) Ranma helped the limping Akane (still in her outdoor shoes) into the long room with beds. The redhead, though, also was in some pain. Mostly from over-bounced, bruised boobs, no doubt. It should be a lesson to the neo-girl about the importance of wearing a bra. "Don'tyou worry, Akane. As soon as I heal myself, I'll use my ki techniques to take care of your sprained ankle."
"D,Did I really use one of your mid-air techniques?"
"You sure did!" she genuinely smiled, proud of what her friend had done. "And you only had to see it once! You have a real talent for the Art!" Akane cried, and Ranma cried along with her. So, these were happy tears.
"Take a seat," Nabiki motioned. "All the beds are going to be full of boys who need them more than you two." The happy tears were replaced with tears of dread.
"It's these girl hormone-things! I lost control again. This time, people did get damaged!"
"We don't know that. We will when Dr. Tofu arrives."
"He's coming here?!" Akane looked forward to seeing her crush again.
"He's coming here!?" Ranma did not look forward to seeing the man who warned her that things like this could happen unless she learned to be more of a girl as the girl.
Akane was so excited, she told the new girl in school that, "Because Furinkan specializes in martial arts clubs, it needs somebody more medically qualified than just a nurse. Dr. Tofu comes over when there seems to be a real emergency."
"Emergency?" Ranma felt utterly sick and guilty.
"We don't know that," Nabiki said. "You're not the only martial artist who knows how to heal themselves. In fact, with the way these idiots bounce back for more punishment, I'd say this school specializes not so much in sports as martial arts but slapstick.
"In fact, there is no reason for Kuno to be as bad off as he appears to be. If he weren't so rich, I'd say he usually bounces like a rubber check."
Akane limped over to him. "Internal injuries?!" she asked, remembering, at last, that she may have stomped on him.
"Well, there is the loss of a lot of blood. More than his feeble brain could handle, it seems. It's made him unconscious, for now. But as a dojo daughter, my guess is no. The blood is mostly from his…" then it dawns on her, "his nose!
"Ranma, you stepped on his face!"
"Yeah. I did."
"Are you still wearing Kasumi's panties?!"
The Fury of Furinkan hunched in on herself. After a moment, she meekly admitted, "I wanted to save them to show to gym class. I didn't want another accident."
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Between classes, Ranma and Akane snuck away to the infirmary. Dr. Tofu greeted them, "Akane, Ranma! I'm just finished triage, and you'll be glad to know no one has suffered any lasting damage.
"Only 'cuz they're martial artists and can heal themselves. If they were...bystanders, civilians…." The little redhead wrung her skirt at the thought. "I need to practice being a girl more."
"I wouldn't put what happened entirely down to being a girl. From what I heard, male pride was also involved."
"But I was in my girl body, using my girl brain, my girl fists! I never felt more out-of-control! I was almost a berserker!" Then she thought, "Maybe that's why girls act all girly-girly and soft and cuddly and weak. It helps them to stay the opposite of crazy."
"Ranma! You're playing into your dad's stereotype of women!" Akane reprimanded.
"I agree with Akane, Ranma. Those girls who act that way are usually putting on an act. They're not really like that."
Ranma's wringing now included her half-slip and the skirt's hem was moving up higher on her thighs. Soon it would be revealed if she had put the panties back on. "But, but it feels right for this body. I don't have a girl's brain, I have one girl's brain. It feels like she wants to be like her body, cute with lots of softness, up here, and down there, in the backside. She wants to be…" she hunted for the right word. She found it in this memory of that morning, "a tease."
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Dr. Tofu and Akane tried to talk her out of the stereotype that went with her petite yet curvaceous body, of course. But their privacy was interrupted by a fresh wave of injuries. This time they came from Megumi. Ayane would tell them that her leader had decided if she didn't try to match the exploits of the two toughest fighters at Furinkan, she would lose her nerve. So, she went on a "Morals Campaign" against perverts. Some of those who were coming into the infirmary were those Ranma had sent in earlier that day.
So, it was a different Ranma Saotome, the barefooted red-headed and pigtailed stranger, that returned to Class 1-F. She didn't strut; she had short legs, so she took short steps. She didn't have broad shoulders; she kept her slender ones slumped. She didn't slouch; she had a proud chest, so she kept her bust raised. She didn't keep her stomach in; she let her belly arch outward, reflecting the S-shape of her back. She didn't have a hard, male butt; she pushed her plump ass out. Didn't girls wiggle as they walk, as well as jiggle? That was a lot to remember to do at one time! She was sure to neglect a few and have to return to doing them, but that was how a martial artist learned. Well, an ordinary martial artist. Once she got a technique down, she was sure to excel in it. She told herself to think of doing the girl postures and moves as practice katas.
She at once drew the attention of the boys. No, wait. Her training in reading people, which she usually chose to ignore in non-combat situations because of the overload, told her they weren't interested in how she presented herself. The horndogs were interested in her boobs, butt and other woman parts. (Quite a number was interested in her accursed cute face! Argh!)
No, those who really noticed the details she was bringing into her girl act were girls! There were frowns, most of them trying to be kept hidden, but a few outright. There was also envy. Even fear. These were not friendly vibes. Her experiment in girly-girlyhood would have to be dropped.
Or did it? As she tried to concentrate on what the English teacher was saying in a foreign language she did not know well, information from her now more relaxed trained senses reached her consciousness. The girls still had those negative emotions about the way she was acting, but stronger were the actions that they were very little aware of, directed by their subconsciouses. And what were they? Practically the same as the guys. They were interested in her boobs, her butt, and her other female parts. (And her cute face!)
Ranma was getting thoroughly confused. Was she in a class full of girls who liked girls? Gay, no, lesbians, she thought they were called. Or, like Nabiki said Akane and Ranma were now accused of being, bisexual? Guys did not check out guys like these girls were checking out her. If she was to fit in, was this something she had to do to girls, too? Was there a special technique? It did seem more subtle than the blatant ogling of the boys. Especially boys like Hiroshi and Daisuke.
She became fidgety in her chair. All the attention was bothering her crotch. But was it from -No, it couldn't be caused by the boys'! It had to be from the girls, right!? Right?!
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And the lunch bell rang. It wasn't nice enough to eat outside. It might even rain, but if it did, all she had to worry about was her uniform getting wet. She already was a girl. The class would be eating inside the classroom today.
Hiroshi and Daisuke were the first to get near her. "We have the really hard to get concert tickets! Want to come, Ranma-chan?"
"My friends can call me Ranma-chan. I'm Saotome-san."
"That means rice-paddy-girl, doesn't it!?" Daisuke said.
"You hafta remind me? It's like predestination or somethin'."
"Anyway, Saotome-san, about the tickets-"
"What are the tickets? Which concert?" Akane broke in.
"Uh, well, what concert would you like to go to?" Hiroshi struggled to keep up his bluff.
"The "really hard to get tickets for" concert?" Saotome-san reminded him. She then dug the knife in, "I choose the one in Osaka."
"You have beautiful, big, blue eyes," Daisuke veered to a different approach.
"I like them as much as I like the red hair. Next!"
"My name is Sato, Saotome-san! I'm with the chemistry club, and-"
"Are you related to Megumi Sato?" Saotome-san frowned.
Akane told him, "No! But he can be just as destructive with his bombs! Come on, Ranma, join the girls. We'll protect you from the perverts and losers." This was exactly what Ranma wanted to hear! She happily got away from the boys.
"Wow, Chiho, I can't believe you have a boyfriend that works making bentos!" Yuka said, marveling at the little puppy that was made out of anchovies and rice, surrounded by other compartments of bite-sized goodies. All Ranma noticed, though was - ugh! - the anchovies.
"Too bad Kasumi thinks you are too old for that sort of kitsch, Akane," Sayuri said.
"She made some adorable presentations!" Yuka said.
"I'm not into adorable. Too many seem to think I look adorable." Ranma said sourly, as she reached into her bookbag for the bento box Kasumi had made for her. But when she opened it, her eyes widened. And she slammed the lid back down on it.
"What?! What?! Oo! Kasumi made you a special bento!" Yuka said excitedly.
"No, she didn't!" Ranma said, twisting this way and that to keep the box away from her and Sayuri.
It was Akane who grabbed it away from her. That was all that she had to do to know. "No, my sister didn't," she said, opening the box. Barely a grain or two of rice remained. "Ranma couldn't wait until lunch."
Ranma's belly growled. "Being a martial artist burns a lot of calories!"
"Especially after the morning you've had," Akane said. She sighed, fought her better judgment and said, "Hiroshi."
"You're right, Akane," Sayuri said, making a face. "Hiroshi always brings extra food."
Ranma understood. She made warding signs with her fingers. Her belly argued otherwise.
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She blamed it on her life on the road, not knowing when, where, or if she would eat next. Her appetite won out over her need for friendship. "H,h,helo, H,H,Hiroshi." Gah!
A great, sloppy smile came over his face. "Saotome-san! You coming with me to the concert?!"
"C,can I sit with you?"
"Yes! Yes, you can!" And he got up and pushed a desk (where Daisuke had been sitting at) next to his own and then stole a chair just as somebody was getting up from it. Now she could sit right next to him, their bodies inches from one another. Ranma-chan Saotome-san forced herself to do it.
Ranma sat like a girl not because she was thinking to, but because she didn't want her skirt-exposed knee bumping up against a guy's leg. On both sides. Another guy had just happened to have moved his chair too close for Ranma to let her legs fall comfortably apart like she was in a habit of doing as the guy.
"Have you finished lunch?" The school clock said there were 10 minutes left of lunchtime.
"Oh, do you want to share my lunch, Saotome-san?"
"Uh, um, Ranma." But she made it clear it was "Not Ranma-chan!"
"I don't believe in old-fashioned bento. I do American!" And he opened his take-out bag from MoDonald's. Reaching in, he asked, "Do you like french fries?"
"How about a hamburger?"
But he brought out the bag of french fries. And then tried to hand-feed her them, one by one.
Ranma looked over at Akane and the girls. She was rolling her eyes, and the others were giggling. Sayuri looked straight at her. "Say "cheese-burger"." Yuka added, "Yeah, with lots of gooey, cheesy goodness!"
Ranma was a martial artist. With one flick of her pinkie, she could knock Hiroshi off his chair and take the food. But, again, something was reinforcing his vow to act honorably. She definitely, absolutely did not want to end up like his idiot, thieving pop! Ranma opened her mouth and let the french fry be eased in past her girl lips. It was good if a little salty and greasy for her tastes. But it was definitely good enough to eat. Another followed. And another before she had finished the last. A fourth followed. The fifth-
"Get your lips away from mine!" Hiroshi had the other end of the fry in his own mouth.
"Cheap trick," Akane informed Ranma. And she remembered what her friend had told her about Hiroshi and Daisuke yesterday on their way home from the clinic.
Ranma looked at the clock. She looked at the hamburger. She looked at Hiroshi. Hiroshi, like so many Japanese, had a thing for the cute. And, for him, cute girls especially. The Redhead was definitely the cutest girl he had ever met. Maybe even MOE. Against his better judgment, he gave her the hamburger with everything
It was gone in a flash. And so was Saotome-san. "Don't I even get a thank you kiss?"
Feeling like she could have been a thief, not having paid for what she ate, Ranma appealed to the girls' judgments again. There was smiles, shrugs, and Akane. She managed to look neutral. "Remember what you told me and Dr, Tofu in the infirmary."
Okay? What would the girl I feel like do? Cringing a bit, Ranma-chan blew a kiss. And she did it in a most adorable way. Unintentionally. Right?
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Ranma's trained senses told her she was getting a lot of attention from Hiroshi. (And his best friend, Daisuke.) A guy she had 'kissed' was paying her intense attention. It was something she did not want to think about. She tried her hardest to listen to the teacher and read the lesson book. She even took notes. (Not that she'd be able to read most of them, what with her terrible handwriting.)
Then she was saved by PE. She would be able to escape from Hiroshi, Daisuke and the rest of the boys and be just with the girls. With her athletic abilities, she was out of the door way before anybody else.
She was first in the girls' locker room. It turned her stomach to see all the damage she had done to it yesterday. But she was told since Furinkan specialized in sports as martial arts, they had a budget for repairs. There was already spackling covering some of the cracks and most of the fist-sized metal locker doors were another matter.
Trying to put that nightmare out of her mind, she unbuttoned her blouse past the jumper bib and reached in deep past her boobs. Fishing out the purple, satin panties, she brought them out and was almost caught putting them on. Instead, as the other girls entered, she pretended she was just taking them off. She twirled them around her finger before letting them go into a locker without a door.
Her ears burned when she overheard whispers commenting on her wearing such slutty panties to school.
"Listen, all of you!" Megumi's voice echoed. "I know slutty. Those aren't slutty! Anybody have a problem with Ranma, come to me!"
"And I know the grapevine," Ayane said. "I'll find out what you say behind Ranma's back."
Yasushi came right to the point. "She sent the Hentai Horde to the infirmary."
"No!" Akane stepped in. "Treat Ranma like a girl! She needs the practice! She was raised thinking she was a boy! You'll only make things worse for her and everybody else if she can't learn how to be a proper woman!"
"That's a threat," was Yasushi's interpretation.
The others went about undressing and putting on their gym clothes. For the most part, Ranma was "ignored". But she knew she was still the center of their attentions. Fighting her misery, she went to change into her own bloomers and t-shirt. Pssts, whispers and soft whistles came when she revealed she wasn't wearing a bra over the largest boobs in the school. Her nipples hardened at the attention.
And they stayed hard, poking out from beneath her cotton t-shirt. At least the fact that she was a natural redhead was completely hidden from them and, soon, everybody else - especially the boys!
She took her frustration out to the PE baseball game. She would have preferred to have had the position with the most action. But she was more a hand-to-hand combat rather than one more dependent on projectiles. She wouldn't have made the best pitcher, anyway. And she craved to be the best. That also left out fielding. She was best at being in mid-air, not other things being there. The two things she was best at in baseball were hitting and being the catcher. She could stay in one position for a long time without it bothering her and she could take the blow of fastballs striking her mitt. If the pitch went wild, her speed and agility allowed her to reach it as long as it came even somewhat close to her.
As the luck of the draw would have it, Akane was on the other team. She hit a home run that nearly left the long, wide sports field. And she did it without looking macho, tomboy, or whatever you call an overly-guyish girl. That was how Ranma wanted to do her homers.
She never had the chance. While she was in helmet, facemask, padding, shin guards and mitt, she suddenly caught a bouquet of red roses.
"Romantic," Yasushi said.
"You're crazy!" Akane told her. "And Kuno must have gone totally insane this time!"
"Nay, not insane. Unless the pursuit of love itself is insanity," Kuno came onto the field speaking into a microphone connected to the PA system. Everybody could hear him! "Remember, Akane, I did begin my campaign for my date with you by winning the attendance-required, debating contest!"
"He came in second," Ayane informed Ranma.
"This time, I dare say, my panache has outdone even that event!"
"I ain't gonna date with you!" Ranma's arm was drawn back ready to hit the idiot among idiots hard enough with the thorny bouquet to send him back to the infirmary. But, again, something prevented her returning the "gift". What was going on?!
"It be not a date I desire from you."
"Romance and sex," Yasushi said.
"Kuno, you PERVERT!" Akane screamed as her bat was replaced by a large, large mallet.
