Changing the View

By Kaemon

October 31st

If I'm pretending to be a girl for the time my mother is here does that make this a diary instead of a journal? I don't think that really matters what I call it though.

Mom came over around four o'clock in the afternoon which was much earlier then I expected her to show up. When she said at night I assumed that it would be dark by the time she arrived. Obviously to some people night must mean any time after lunch. It wasn't really a problem since right after I woke up and bathed I changed into a girl and have spent the entire day that way. I also hid all of the items in my room that could possibly make her think I had any real ties to 'Ranma'. The last thing I want is her thinking is that I share a room with myself or worse. The old man has just disappeared this time around. When I woke up he wasn't in the room or even waiting for a surprise attack. I searched the whole house for him but I couldn't find him. Obviously he didn't want to have to pretend to be a panda for the whole time. So of course he abandons his son here to act like a girl for the entire time. His parenting skills should win him a couple of awards.

Like the other times mom has stayed over she stays in the guest room, which happens to be my room as well. There is another room that could be used for guests, but with Happosai around he tends to pop into that room at a moments notice and the last thing I need is him showing up in the middle of the night only to meet my mom and probably screw something up. When she saw me grab this journal she actually wanted to see it, but if she actually managed to get the chance to look through this book and read it that would only spell doom for me. Since it does tend to reveal that I am in fact Ranma Saotome who changes into a girl, and as fun as death sounds I would like to avoid it for at least seventy or eighty more years, ya know, just to have some fun.

Mom seems to get a kick out of staying in the same room as me. With as determined as she is to effect how I act I can understand why she would enjoy staying with me.

Before Mom showed up me and Ryoga were sparing for the first time in a couple days. Sure I practice by myself or with pops everyday, though writing about it every day would get boring, it's not every day that I get to fight Ryoga. He's much better then Pops when it comes to challenging me. I've fought the old man every day for years so I can predict him really easily by now, but Ryoga I don't fight all too often compared to some people so it's still slightly unpredictable.

Ryoga by now through numerous explanations knows about my situation here so he's gonna be going along with the whole thing. So I don't have to worry about him messing anything up. Shampoo and Mousse by now should know not to bother me when my mother is around. Last time she came they caused a huge mess and I could have ended up dead. The next day I explained to them the situation and it seems like they're going to back off for now, but I bet the second that mom leaves they're gonna be breaking down walls more then ever to make up for lost time.

So yeah, I'm writing this as a girl wearing what I suppose could be called 'cute' pajamas. It's almost midnight as I'm writing this so I'm going to bed now.


This is the last of what I could call really short chapters for now. Its only around 700 words this chapter but the next one goes to around 2000 so its quite a bit larger because its where things start to go... kind of. Of course, with everyday updates they are short, but what would seriously be better, once a day or a large update and the end of the week with the entire week in it? I think that the once a day thing works really well. 5 updates a week with 500+ words and usualy large is still 2500 words at the least. Ah, and here I go ranting again.

Thanks everyone for the reviews I've gotten so far. They're all pretty positive or they make me think about how I'm doing the story and I have made changes based off of them. So, thanks again for the reviews. Any other comments or anything is welcome. Hehe.