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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Too much beer entering her at a time triggered Ranma's gag reflex. She coughed, hacked, gushed and spit most out. But what wasn't going out left a way for more coming in. The Booze Wagon Martial Artist had the experience to know when to shoot the streams of alcohol past those full, young lips that wasted the minimum of his inventory. And he was using the strongest of the cheapest booze. Then the youngster finally recovered from her surprise enough to do something about recovering from nearly drowning, she bent over. That's when the proprietor proved he was a real master of his art! He ricocheted shot glasses of sake off the ground and into the mouth that still needed to be gasping!
"That'sh enoughh!" Soun Tendo put himself into the warning posture of the martial artist! But it was merely the preparatory stance as the world was still too unsteady for him to risk moving too quickly. In fact, he might fall over without moving.
A panda sign came up and he was able to steady himself by holding onto it. "Bwawr!"
"What?" he looked down to the ground where his white-and-black friend was lying. He finally thought to read the sign. [Let the girl get drunk!] Soun did not argue. He sat down beside the girl's father and waited.
Only having had ceremonial wine, rice and grape, in her young life, Ranma had no accumulated resistance. So the lesson was wasted on her about how with the smaller body, the quicker it could become drunk. And then, as a woman she had, pound for pound, ironically for Ranma, less body water.
The little woman began to see the world as Soun was seeing it. And she knew it! "That'sh a dirty trick!" she said, raising her hands to take on her opponent. She wasn't too drunk to attack!
"Think you're a martial artist, do you!? Well, so do I, Missy! You challenge me, and you're gonna have to pay up for losing!"
"I ain't losht yet! - *Glug~nng, nng!*" Lodged far back of her mouth, she found a small bottle. After hitting the beginning of her throat, the force of the throw sent most of its whiskey down into her. Getting her small hand in her mouth, she pulled the bottle out, but not before swallowing most of the hard liquor. There was just a little of the booze left inside. An empty shot glass came up and hit the bottle it such a way that the remaining contents went up the redhead's nose.
"You lost!"
"Ran-, I never looshesh!" She wasn't so drunk as to give her real name. She didn't want them to find out she was a guy when they heard people talking about her male form. Okay, she was drunk. People who knew her in Nerima knew him as a her.
"Okay, you didn't lose. Come over here and be my hostess and you can tell all my customers that!"
"Right! I whill! But I won't drink!"
"I don't want you to! You cost me enough money!"
Stumbling forward on her geta stilts, the little woman in the kimono had to practically climb up onto one of the stools that were attached to the wagon. Sitting up, she had to hold onto the edge of the counter to keep from toppling off, her head was so light and fuzzy.
"So, your name is Ran(?)," said the salaryman who had asked her to sing
"Ranm-Ah! Yes! My name is Ran." the redhead thought being called by a perfectly good girl-name was a good idea at the moment. It protected her male identity.
"My name is Sashi."
"You know I didn't loosh, rhight, Shashi!? ' didnt loosh."
"No, you didn't. Tell me all about it," he said, leaning forward and placing his hand on her knee.
She placed her warm, silky hand on his - and pressure-pointed his wrist. "I never loosh, 'member that!"
"Hey! Don't go treating my customers like that!" The proprietor looked at the dozen onlookers. "Which of you got a question for my bargirl, Ran?!"
"How'sh it fheel to be treated like a gir,girl?" Soun read the panda's sign.
"It feelsh pretty nische. I had ah whonderfhul time until-"
"I want a real customer to talk to her!"
"You're a friend of Akane, aren't you?" asked a boy who reminded Ranma of Dr. Tofu's Bette.
"You're too young! Get lost!" The emaciated boy was too emasculated to protest. He took his onmyo doll and left.
"You serve tropical drinks? Sometin' with pineapple?" asked a middle-aged man whose topknot was supported by a tiny palm tree.
"I'll make you a Poorman's Mai Tai, rum and orange juice."
Ranma found herself between the salaryman and the older man in a Hawaiian shirt. The first was looking at her bust. The second was looking at her pigtail. "What keiki doin' in place like dis? Iz school tomorrow."
"I can play hooky if I whanna. I'm ushe to not bein' in school," she frowned glumly at her history.
"Ha, ha! Iz same for da Big Kahuna! Me on me way to da Paradise Island!" He had big, very white teeth.
"I've got a ticket to Hawaii, too. My vacation time is coming up and it'd be good if…" said the salaryman as he snuck his hand over to the small of the girl's back.
Her hand slid up his suit sleeve to his elbow- "Whatdya think you're doin'?!" she demanded, swinging her head around just as the tan guy was about to sheer off her pigtail!
"Iz no regulation haircut!"
The salaryman challenged him, "How dare you try to take away her cute hairdo!' And he pulled her close to him for her own 'protection'. "It'd be like cutting a work of art!"
"You're the work of art! Get your hands off me!" But as she was moving to make her move, the topnut guy was back to trying to cut off her pigtail! She had to keep the braid away from him and her eye on him as she dealt with the other. It should have been no problem, but the younger man in the suit was an expert at retreating, feinting, and advancing with his hands. He was so good at using his hands, for a second there, she thought she felt eight hands on her! She was glad she had a kimono on. It left no exposed skin below the neck. Okay, she would have to kick him!
He was almost as good at "playing footsie" as he was fondling.
"Dat what keiki be gettin' for illegal drinkin'! Betta lesson be in school, no? Maybe me no longa play hooky and go to school and put wahini keiki on report!" And all the while, his shears went snip! snip!
Ranma had had more than enough! First taking the shears away, she next took the edge of the counter and she propelled herself to around and around on the pivoting stool. While making the shears go snip, snip for protection, she used her present emotional state to embued the pigtail she was slapping against both their faces with the force of a small whip. She spun so fast that-
The stool seat flew off its stand and sent her flying. Sober, now, she managed to land on her feet. The impact, though, splintered her getas and broke its thong straps. She growled!
Her bare feet stomped back to the booze wagon. She wanted - wanted badly! - to do bodily injury to all three of the grown men who did not act like real men! But they were civilians, weak according to the standards of the Code she lived by. Maybe the booze seller wasn't, technically. He claimed to be a martial artist. He definitely had techniques she was vulnerable to.
She stomped away, "Don't leave!", "Keiki need me counselin'!", "Hey! You didn't make good for all the booze you drank!" Ranma turned around.
She parted her kimono. "You guys interested in seein' this naked leg?" They were. She raised her beautiful legs so they could see her - kick the back of the booze wagon! It jarred it so hard all three men had to hold onto something to keep from falling. Their mistake. The Fury of Furinkan had damaged the brake and the wagon was sent rolling down the hill it had been parked on!
She didn't bother seeing what happened to it next. But after half a minute there was a satisfying crash. She did pause to look at the snoring panda and only male Tendo. The redhead stomped away from them, thinking no good thoughts about males.
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Ranma went back to the Tendo house with the long kimono pulled up away from her feet. The few men, and even women, that saw her had to look at her legs (as well as her other parts). She didn't understand why they would: She had seen girls in dresses that had shown much more of their legs. It was a relief to be back where she could be in boxers or panties and get less of a reaction. Or, maybe, that was just the way she wished it was like.
As she opened the door, she remembered all the dirt that would have to be cleaned up. When she had gotten their outdoor shoes earlier she saw that it had gotten as far as the upstairs stairway.
And now there was none. All of the dirt on the floor and walls and rails was gone. All that remained was the centuries-old grime that had originally been on the house.
"Hello, Little Sister, I'm glad you made it home safely," Kasumi was there to greet her. She was in a floral nightie that wasn't see-through like her purple one had been (before her no-good Old Man had destroyed it so his son couldn't wear it again!), "I have a hot kettle waiting for you."
"Uh, um, no. I don't think I wanna be a guy just yet."
"That bad, Little Brother? You're going to have to face up to your girl memories sooner or later."
Ranma frowned. She was right. But she wasn't a champion at denial like Kasumi was with Dr. Tofu. "I won't be able to get to sleep thinkin' about them. I was reminded by a guy I met tonight," Argh! "Tomorrow's a school day."
"Alright, Ranma. When you're ready, I am here."
Ranma brightened. "I met pop and your dad! I get to sleep by myself tonight! I can wear whatever I want!"
"I have no more sheer nighties, Little Sister,"
She grinned. "Why the bother? I can sleep nude."
"I recommend you at least wear panties." Then she thought of something. "You're going to have to have panties for school tomorrow. You can wear a pair of mine that are almost brand new. But we're going to have to go shopping to get you your own panties. And other lingerie, as well, I think."
"The panties are okay. ' don't know about the other stuff. Maybe."
"But first, you have to get that stink of alcohol off of you. Go take a shower before bed." Kasumi knew her Little Sister would tell her what had happened when she was ready. She was a good girl.
And so they parted for a while. No one made any comment about the missing dirt. Like magic, though remembered, it had disappeared as a topic of interest, just as Megumi's baseballs and Akane's hammer had. The only one that seemed immune was the one who had disbelieved in magic the most.
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"Kasumi!" Ranma hurried downstairs very early in the morning. Akane heard her and followed in jogging shorts and sports bra, her sweater still in her hand. She went to the kitchen where her friend had gone.
"Look!" the little redhead said, pulling up the hem of her school dress. "These aren't the panties I went to sleep in!" Instead of the plain, white but satiny ones Kasumi had loaned her, there were ones that were green and lacey with a see-through panel over the crotch.
"Oh, my! I've never seen those in the laundry."
"Nabiki! It had to have been her!" Akane said, frowning. The frown deepened when she remembered, "She also had the frilly, ridiculous little maid's uniform she had you wear yesterday!"
"Why would she give me panties for no reason?" Then it was Ranma's turn to frown. "Pictures! She somehow put them on me when I was asleep and took pictures of me wearing them!"
"What else were you wearing, Ranma?" Akane asked.
"Nothin' else."
"Topless!? Nabiki took picture of you in just panties and topless!?"
"Little Sister had wanted to sleep nude," Kasumi said.
"She just may have!" Akane was getting enraged. "She had to have taken your first pair off to get those second pair on!"
"Oh, my!"
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All three of them entered Nabiki's room, Ranma first. "Nabiki!" she cried, sounding a lot like Akane's use of the name.
Nabiki tried to roll over. "Not now. I had a late night."
Akane wouldn't let her. She yanked her back onto her back. "You took pictures of Ranma - Naked!"
"They're over there on the vanity." And she tried to get one last snooze.
Kasumi picked them up. "Oh, my." But as she went through them, "There are no nudes, here."
"Because I didn't take any."
"Why not?!" Akane demanded.
"You want me to take nude shots?"
"No!"
"Oh, my!" Kasumi exclaimed again. Ranma stood next to her and looked. "They're of you in that French maid's outfit, Little Sister."
Ranma was very glad she wasn't Little Brother right then. There her cursed body was in a dress that left most of her legs uncovered and half of her boobs, made all the worse by the contrasting white frills against the black of the dress and the (lots of) peach of her skin. It did have an apron, but one that she hoped to never see Big Sister in. And yet, yet…. "What do you think, Big Sister?"
"It doesn't really suit your cute body, Little Sister. It's for a more outright sexy woman."
"Yeah. Those are the words I was lookin' for."
"Oh, you want the magic girl, kawaii look(?)" Nabiki said.
"No! Never! Don't you even think about nothin' that cutesie!" And Ranma went to tear up the photos. And couldn't. Again, something was preventing her from robbing or destroying somebody else's property unless physically (or her physicality was) provoked. Now, if she could get Nabiki to physically provoke her…
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When Ranma and Akane went into the common room to wait for breakfast, they saw the walls covered with duplicates of the Ranma, the French Maid, photos. Ranma and Akane frowned and growled, "Nabiki!"
Then Ranma started laughing. It went on for longer than she thought it should. Akane joined in but was glad when they could stop. "I wish I could be home when Pop sees these!"
"It'll probably be good if you weren't."
"Ha! You're right. The longer I'm gone, the longer he has to fume. Kasumi, can we eat soon?"
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Nabiki came down in her school uniform to find Ranma and Akane already eating. She sat down at her usual spot on the floor in front of the table, setting down her camera. While still eating, Akane's other hand casually brought out a mallet and smashed the camera.
Nabiki glared at them. Was about to say something to them. Saw they were purposely ignoring her. And decided there was only one thing she could do. She brought out another camera.
Smash! A second hammer joined the first on the floor beside Akane.
"You know my camera is part of my plan to give Kuno to Megumi, don't you?"
"Maybe Megumi will let you take pictures like these of her," Kasumi suggested as she came in with Nabiki's breakfast.
"Maybe you can sneak into her bedroom at night and take pictures of her topless and in green panties," Ranma suggested.
"If I could get photos like that of Akane, she'd let me."
"Nabiki!" the other three girls said.
"This is becoming a running gag."
"What?"
"Never mind. It's only for those who can be amused."
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Whether they liked it or not, Nabiki again walked to school with them. "What about Kikuko and Ryonami? Shouldn't you be there supervising your Vulcan Enterprises, Ltd?" Akane said, hoping she would go ahead of them.
"Vulcan Enterprises?"
"She thinks she's so logical!"
"I am. Compared to everybody else I meet in Nerima. But, lately, I've found a reason to welcome illogic into my life. As long as I can treat it logically, it seems to work."
"Realy? Is that why you're helping Megumi get Kuno? Wouldn't having your sister dating him bring you more money?"
"I don't blackmail family. Much. Megumi, on the other hand, is ripe with blackmail potential. How do you think the Truce Enforcement Club is able to keep her under control?"
"Man, Nabiki! Remind me to never do anythin' you can blackmail me with!"
"Are you family yet?" she grinned.
"She's a friend! Of both your sisters, me and Kasumi!"
"And I'm the son of the friend of your dad!"
"But not the daughter."
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Megumi, Ayane and Yasushi were waiting at the same place they waited yesterday. Ayane held up a onmyo straw doll. "Look what I took away from what's-his-name, the thin, creepy, little guy who plays with dolls like this."
"He's a guy that plays with dolls? Dolls are for girls. But I ain't never seen a girl play with one like that."
"You don't know about onmyo dolls? Do you know anything about voodoo, Ranma? No?"
"Well, are you going to tell us, Nabiki?!"
"You don't know either, Akane?! Onmyo is part of Japanese history! There used to be a whole government agency devoted to the study of magic."
"Okay. That's history."
"And I'm too busy learnin' about martial arts to have time for magic."
Nabiki's mouth threatened to drop open. She turned her gaze to the others. They seemed as uninterested as Ranma and Akane. Was the magic keeping its power hidden from everybody? That could make things very interesting for her.
"Whatever," Ayane said. "The guy dropped this and I got it before he could get it back. I threatened to stick it with sharp objects unless he told me some gossip. And did he ever!"
"He had very juicy gossip," Yasushi said.
The tall Megumi walked up to the short Ranma. "You're more of a party girl than I gave you credit for."
"What'd'you mean?"
"Do you girls know your houseguest was out drinking all night?" Ayane told them.
"Ranma?!" Akane turned to her.
"So, that's why you disappeared," Nabiki smirked.
"It's not like that! It didn't happen that way! You gotta believe me! It's all my pop's fault again!"
"Did he force you to drink?" Ayane pressed for even worse gossip.
"It was the guy sellin' the booze! He knows the martial art of makin' somebody drink! I didn't buy the drinks!"
"You had other men buy the drinks for you," Yasushi said.
"They did not!"
Megumi put her hand on top of the little redhead's shoulder. "I had hopes for you. But, like you said to everybody, you were raised to believe you were a boy. You're not used to getting things out of men just because you're a girl. I can teach you."
"Wow," Akane exhaled. "Nabiki was right about Megumi."
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Ranma wasn't paired up with Ayane again for their block long, long walk to the school gate. The gossip had enough to satisfy her for now. No, it was Megumi who wanted to be seen as the Fury of Furinkan's best friend.
Unlike yesterday, it was Kuno's turn to hide - that is, if he had survived Ranma's and Akane's punt of yesterday - and the Hentai Horde's turn to challenge.
They were in for a surprise: It was Megumi that charged into them! She brought down half a dozen and half of a half a dozen more, nine or ten of the best sports martial artists the school had to offer. But no more fell as she herself was finally defeated. Now, it was their chance with their real opponents, Akane and the new girl, Raging Red!
But, again(!), they had to face somebody else first. "Guys! Yoohoo, listen to me!" Nabiki waved for their attentions. "I have important news for you! I really do, so you had better hear what I have to say!" And she took an arm of Ranma and Akane. "These are the two new members of the Truce Enforcement Club!"
"What?!"
"Pass the word back to half-deaf boy back there - And every boy! Now, let the battle begin!" And she let go of their arms and stepped back.
As Akane and Ranma took their stances, the crowd of boys melted away.
"What?" Ranma looked at Akane. Akane looked away from the boys, to her friend, then to her sister,
"Come on," Nabiki said, taking their arms again to get them through the school gate.
"Aa! I hate the Truce Enforcement Club!" Ayane groaned.
"All they want is peace," Yasushi said.
"Nabiki?"
"Notice the question mark. This time it's not part of a running gag.
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In homeroom time, the president of the club was ready to confront them. "I heard you were drinking last night," Ikuko confronted them.
"Don't believe gossip!" Ranma cried in frustration.
"Ranma's a good girl, Ikuko! If you want me as a member, you have to take Ranma!"
Ikuko's frowned lessened. "You're on probation." She turned to go to her school desk.
Koyama-sensei and the school bell rang before Akane or Ranma could question Ikuko. He was paying attention during homeroom and then insisted on giving them no break before he moved straight into his subject. While he droned on about Japanese history during the Heian period, Akane tried passing notes to Ikuko. The Enforcer refused to compromise her integrity and accept them. The teacher ignored the notes piling up.
Until he was finished with his lesson. "You know, written ideographs were considered very important in Onmyodo." And he picked up one of the notes. "This is in Hiragana. Being largely phonetic, it would not be considered of any magical use. Romanji, even less." He read it, nodded, and returned it to its pile.
Of course, he was nowhere near to becoming as much of an expert on Jusenkyo magic as a certain bob-haired girl. The less she was contaminated by thoughts of other forms of magic, the better it would be for the head of Vulcan Enterprises, Ltd. A real challenge for somebody who liked to study up on all the possible angles of a situation.
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They met Ikuko between classes in the girls restroom.
"I'm surprised you don't know how the Truce Enforcement Club works, Akane," Ikuko said. "Well, maybe not. You've been so busy fighting, we couldn't really trust you. We believe in peace, you obviously didn't. We asked you to be a member for the same reason we have Yasushi as one. We hoped we could help you tame your masculine traits. We still do." She looked at Ranma. "And since "Wild Horse" thinks she's a stallion and not a mare, the same applies to our raised-boy girl."
Ranma twitched at the thought, then realized, yes, that was what she wanted. When she was the guy, the would probably be another matter. "Tell us already, why those guys that're always fightin' Akane suddenly surrendered?"
"Lysistrata. I see you've never heard of that woman of legend. She rallied the women of an ancient city to get their men to stop fighting by going on strike. They had nothing to do with any man who continued their overly masculine ways. The Truce Enforcement Club has been working over several school years to unite the girls in this project. We have just gotten to the point where the worst of the worst know they cannot go on any dates with us if they do anything wrong to a girl."
"Girls?! Just girls!? We girls should be banding together to keep them from fighting each other too!" Akane's zeal was showing.
"That was the point of the legend. But we haven't reached that point, yet. You, Akane, and now, you, Ranma, were two of the biggest obstacles remaining."
"I wouldn't have been fighting them if I knew!"
"But you hate boys."
"Of course I hate boys! They're jerks!"
"They are jerks, but you can't go on strike if you don't do it first."
"What?" Akane said, stepping back, bumping into Ranma. Ranma looked over her shoulder and said, "Are you sayin' what I think you're sayin'?!"
Ikuko nodded.
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"This stinks! Really stinks! I ain't gonna do it!" Ranma told Akane as soon as they reached the Truce Enforcement clubroom, minutes later.
"If I do it, you have to do it! Challenge!"
"Why do you have to do it?! Let's just quite the stupid club!"
"Then that horde of hentai will be back! I understand now why they kept attacking me! They were frozen out of dating the girls! I was one of the few options left to them! And, if you quit, they'll need to attack you, too!"
"They don't need to attack any girl!"
"Teenage boys have needs!"
"When I'm a teenage boy, I don't got needs!"
"Quiet!" Akane said, closing the club room's door. They had lucked out and had gotten a free period where they didn't have to be in class 1-F. "Like always, Ranma, you're the exception. But boys, the perverts(!), have needs and those needs would make them attack the girls if the girls hadn't banded together to protect each other!
"That's why it's so important that the club makes sure the girls don't fight each other. That is stage one of their plan. That's why they said they only cared if girls fight girls. They hadn't reached the stage where they could try and get guys from fighting guys. First things first."
There was no real room to pace in the clubroom. Instead, Ranma saw a mitt at the end of a steel arm and hit it. The meter on the machine went all the way to red, just short of the force it would take to break it. "I ain't gonna date no guy with needs! A guy with needs attacks girls! That kinda guy ain't got no honor!" And she came closer to breaking the machine. "I had enough of those needs at the booze wagon! And they weren't teenage boys!" BREAK!
"If you're going to practice being a girl, you have to go through what, what…." Akane collapsed to the floor. "Oh, goodness, no! No!" She buried her face in her hands. Ranma dropped the steel arm and went to her. Feeling her touch, she looked up at her with bleary eyes. "I need to practice being a girl, too."
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Megumi belonged to a different classroom and had to wait until both of their PE time to talk with them again. The two from the Anything-Goes schools saw that while she had healing techniques, they were slower than their own. The black eye was the most noticeable, but there were bruises her face, too. Ranma was put off. Didn't girls want to be attractive? They shouldn't fight if that was important to them. She knew the list of reasons why most people weren't martial artists, and especially those of her caliber.
"Ikuko and her girls read Yasushi the riot act."
"I can take it," Yasushi said.
"I broke the truce fighting like that."
"Four guys have asked her for a date," Yasushi said.
"And if she does go on a date?" Akane asked.
"She can't tell you," Ayabe said. "And now that you're part of the Truce Enforcement, uh,..."
"Ikuko sold Megumi's school record to Nabiki," Yasushi said.
"What Megumi did, you did, too, Yasushi!"
"Almost."
"Ikuko will do anything to keep her peace," Megumi growled.
"Anything?" Ranma squeaked.
"Anything goes," said Yasushi.
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Ranma was getting used to seeing Megumi's bare boobs. They reminded her of the heads of torpedoes. She had even seen detonator tips that seemed like her nipples. "You dojo daughters shouldn't buy into the club's ideas any more than you have to," Megumi said, putting her gym bra on."I mean, fighting makes a guy more of a guy! He's got all these chemicals in him that he has to burn off! It's like that with all male animals!"
"The strongest get the harem," Yasushi said.
"You wouldn't mind bein' a concubine?"
"Kuno's is the perfect boy for you, after all!" Akane said in an "it'd serve her right" tone.
Megumi thought about it as she pulled on her t-shirt. "As long as I can be the top girl! No!"
"She's already the top girl with Ayane and me," Yasushi said.
"Didn't the Doc say something like that yesterday?" Ranma tried to remember.
"Don't listen to her!" Akane cried. "Please, Ranma! You're better than that!"
Ranma looked at her friend. Was she her friend? Could they remain friends? Could Ranma be the bottom to Akane's top? Would the girl her be the bottom of Akane, but the guy him be the top? Ranma didn't know because she only vaguely remembered what the Doc told him.
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There is something about magic that goes unnoticed. People have their doubts about it if not outright disbelief because they fail to notice it. Magic, as they say, is everywhere, you just have to think to look for it. And once you do, ironically, it becomes familiar and so not worth commenting on it. From there it is easy to be forgotten. Does that make sense? Magic doesn't have to make sense.
The girls that a couple of days ago had teased Ranma so, literally, unmercifully about not wearing panties, and the next day had snickered and made innuendos about the purple, satin panties she had borrowed from Kasumi's negligee, this day were critiquing her green, sexy panties as if they had been invited to a lingerie show. The consensus was it was too sexy for school, but as long as only they, the girls, saw them, it was acceptable. They told her that she shouldn't keep wearing lingerie like that or the rumors that were forming around her might stick. But at least they gave the raised-boy credit for trying to be a girl. She just needed to learn where the middle was from the extremes.
And, oh, yes, Ranma should consider wearing bras.
"They don't like looking at your naked, big boobs," said Yasushi.
If it would help her fit in, maybe.
And then the girls moved on. The sexy panties were no longer a topic they needed to dwell on.
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Baseball wasn't the game of this day. It was basketball. Sports being so important to Furinkan, there were more than a couple of courts. Lots were drawn and the girls were to use those outside. Even then, only ten girls could play at any one time and the rest had to wait their turn. When it came Ranma's turn, she wanted to be the center.
"You're the shortest girl here," Niouriki-sensei said.
"In the whole school!" Ranma said it before anybody else could."But my martial arts school specializes in mid-air techniques. May I? Okay? Okay!" She took the ball and did a standing leap that had her land, feet-first on top of the backboard. She could look down and see how impressed everybody was. Well, mostly everybody. Akane definitely wasn't. What!? Was it because she was showing off?! Well, showing off was a part of his and probably her nature! She would show her!
With a small hand barely able to keep hold of the ball, she lifted her short arm as high as it would go. Demonstrating her complete confidence, she didn't even bother looking down at the basket below her. She knew her aim was perfect. And she dropped the ball. It did not go swish.
It went bounce! It bounced off her boobs and landed outside of the Three-Point Line and then the sideline.
Her audience broke out in laughter.
Mortified, Ranma dropped to her knees, riding the edge of the backboard, her hands also holding on. Her big boobs were practically in her face. She could hardly see the basket. She didn't want to see Akane. Akane was laughing…. No, she was just smiling. Ranma smiled back,
Ranma laughed along with the other girls!
And, of course, something had to spoil one of her perfect girl moments. And, of course, the way this day had been going, it had to be a boy. This boy had a name she knew. Kuno.
At least, she thought it was Kuno. He had on a kendo-gi and a wooden sword. But the mummy could have been any tall, well-built boy with hair like Kuno's. Akane thought it was him, too. "Kuno! This is girls' PE! Boys are not welcome! Again!" And her hand sought a mallet she seemed to have misplaced.
"Nay, this is but the first day, the hour, almost to the minute, of the anniversary of when the legendary battle maiden, Ranma, welcomed me into her heart!"
"I WHAT!?" and the legendary lass did a sitting leap to land inches from the samurai idiot. If she were taller, she would have met him nose to nose. As it was, she was so close, the boobs that were still bouncing and jiggling did those against his kendo-gi. "Liar!"
"But you did." His smile was hidden beneath the bandages. "You did confess to me that the only reason you did not date with me was that of your monster of a "Pop". You then invited me to the Tendo hovel…" the gathered girls all went "Oo~oo!" at this piece of news. "so that I might set you free to meet with me and not in secret rendezvous.
"You pledged yourself to me if I but confront the fearsome creature. Which I did and succeeded, of course! I heard no objection from that Pop of yours that I could not date you."
Ranma screamed her frustration. Her hormones raged! She was ready to send the jerk back to whatever hospital he had come from. But the samurai simpleton would just bounce back like her boobs bounced. It would be years before they sagged, and she didn't want Kuno to take that long to sag! Not fighting remained her best option! But that meant, that meant….
"I'm gonna be dating somebody else - A Guy!"
"What?! Who!" And Kuno raised his bokken, ready to strike his rival.
"I don't know yet! The Truce Enforcement Club is raffling off me and Akane! And guess what?!"
It was Akane who got to deliver the coup de grace! "Only those who've never fought me can enter!"
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Note: As theo25, I published, in 2004, a story titled, "Nabiki, Lingerie Thief". I am using a similar idea here. However, I do not think Nabiki use of magic will become as potent as it did in that story.
