Son Turned Daughter, Chapter 43
An unusual disclaimer: Ranma1/2 is the trademark of Rumiko Takahashi and VIZ Communications, and its characters have been borrowed without permission. And Son Turned Daughter was originally written back in 2002 by fanfiction author Tangent. Please see the first two chapters of this series under his pen name. This series has been written for noncommercial use only.
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This story is not about sex but gender. It is set in a late 1980's that mixes with, from the perspective of our universe, the early 1990's: a time when binary gender identity was the unquestioned norm. Ranma dys-ease with having a female brain-body is a reflection of those born with the brain-body of a gender other than the one their chemistry says they actually are.
Note: In an effort to show the problem Ranma is having with gender identity, the different pronouns ('her', 'she', 'he', 'him', 'his') are used to indicate which is the more relevant at the time. 'S/he' indicates the increased ambiguity or conflict. Japanese, though, has no gender distinction in its pronouns. That is in the grammar and words used.
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Chapter 43
How did Ranma know if s/he got satisfaction from satisfying others sexually? Not only hadn't s/he never had any before, s/he hadn't even thought it was important. S/he had always thought the guys s/he met were making a big deal out of something that wasn't. (Martial arts were what was important!)
But that was before s/he was finally awakened to the need yesterday evening. That was before the need became intense after s/he had (misused) the Reservoir tapping technique to drain the male-animal energy out of Hiroshi, Daisuke and the rest! And not just the sickening fuel to their fantasies of her–But the obscene lusts they directed at Akane and Ukyo!
And here s/he was with all that excess want buzzing inside and between accursed parts that were not his own–Woman parts! S/he was experiencing her curse as s/he had never before! Only his trained control of her blood flow was keeping her excitement to a (barely) manageable level. But that was part of the problem. His training in martial arts only went so far; for the past month, s/he was having to adjust them to her body and establish them in totally new nerve pathways. Her pop had seen that her training was no different than what it had been on their journey. But Shampoo's murderous hunt of her had disrupted enough of it to make her too uncertain if s/he could survive. And then there was all the distractions that happened in the two-plus weeks s/he has been at the Tendō's.
How could s/he train for THIS!? Wasn't it so outside of her martial arts experiences!(?)! Not only was the craving totally unknown to her, it was maybe on the same level of hunger. And s/he was never good at dealing with hunger! It interfered with his or her having full use of the techniques!
Of course, s/he could release the ki energy she had collected from the horndogs. It would take effort and time to strip the interpretations s/he had placed over their pattern. But there was no guarantee some of her emotions–raw emotions s/he had never dealt with before– wouldn't infect others exposed to the freed power. There seemed to be so much sextricity that it was sure to affect innocent bystanders.
No! S/he would suffer so Akane and Ukyo wouldn't have to! This s/he vowed!
After the boy(friend?) in the girl's body hadn't answered for several long seconds, Ukyo asked, "What? Cat got your tongue, Ranchan?"
"Oh, Ranma is lost in his thoughts, He didn't even react to the C-word?" Akane noted.
"C-word?" Ukyo asked her.
"You know, …cat, Oh, wait. You probably don't know." Ukyo had collapsed to the ring after Ranma had–Grr–kissed her and didn't see her, Akane's, maybe fiance use the Cat Fist and Beckoning Cat Amulet technique to defeat the demon that had possessed this former childhood friend. "Ranma has a cat-phobia."
"He does? Huh(?) I guess even a fighter like Ranma has got to have a weakness."
"Except this weakness can make him practically undefeatable!" Akane was pleased to say. Of course, she definitely knew she didn't want to train for the ability.
"Look, he's back with us," Akane said as she saw Ranma had opened her mouth and dumped the junk food on a plate down her throat.
"I need energy to fight energy," the redhead said, getting up out of the armchair and heading (uncomfortably) for the kitchenette.
"Ranma! We're guests!" Akane told her.
"It's okay, Sugar. It's always satisfying to a street vendor to see people eat. It'll be even better when it's my okonomiyaki he eats. In fact…."
"Ugyo," Ranma mumbled through a mouthful of granola as a thought grabbed her. (Even so, s/he was picking up the escaped morsels off her bust that hadn't bounced off into her hand.) "Gan I bowrow your unnewrwear?"
"You want to borrow my underwear?"
"That's right!" Akane thought she understood. "This is a slumber party: We should be wearing our jamas!"
Then she realized, "Only Kasumi didn't bring mine."
"Ranma wants underwear, not p.j.'s."
"That's what Ranma wears to bed."
"And how do you know that?" Ukyo was suspicious. How far had they gone as a betrothed couple? She knew now they knew what the other looked like nude. Was it naked, too!? "And doesn't she have her own on now?"
"I have panties on. (Snug ones.) You said you wear fundoshi," Ranma explained.
"Oh. Oh! I'm glad you came around, Ranma!" And she hurried to the bedroom. Ranma, keeping her eyes off her figure, followed.
"I'm coming, too!" Akane rushed to catch up. She wasn't about to leave them alone. Especially in a bedroom!
Ukyo was already handing the redhead a strip of cloth that was longer than redhaired girl was tall. And s/he was short. "You have to be nude to put it on, you know(?)"
"I know. I know," s/he said, unfastening her hanfu-style shirt, revealing camisole bra that was loose enough and unisexual enough to be thought it wasn't when Ranma was a guy. (Especially when he, a male, was projecting whatever unused masculine energy was available in the Reservoir.)
Only it wasn't so loose, now. Her blood-filled boobs were swollen to over a size larger and her nipples stood out a half a centimeter, poking stiffly against the material. S/he casually lifted the camisole off and Akane watched how the boobs moved differently than how they did before when they went to the furoroom together. They were fuller, tighter.
Then they dangled as Ranma bent to undo the pants and take down the striped panties.
An absorbent sanitary pad was taped to the crotch's inside. Akane turned red.
And immediately turned away. She asked herself how wet she was. She hadn't finished her period, so she was. But there had to be none of the kind Ranma was showing mixed in! How could a woman think of sex when she was in her period!? (Or so Akane wished to believe.)
Of course, Ranma, being a "Woman Among Women", the Leader of Periods, just had to be different.
Akane wasn't the only one to notice. "Do you want a tampon, Ranma?" Ukyo asked.
"No!" Akane told her. "Ranma can't have something in him before, before…."
"Before what, Sugar?" Ukyo half-teased.
"You put one in, even though you want people to think you're a boy?" Ranma asked.
"That's the reason I do it. It hides the evidence better," she said looking at the visible pad.
"Hmm. I'll think about it." But maybe not for very long. "First things first." And s/he draped one end of the strip of cloth over a shoulder and between her boobs, s/he then drew up the end on the floor up between her thighs and around. Because s/he was short, it was a longer pull than Ukyo probably had to do, but s/he got it wrapped around her pelvis and under the section that was now a thong up her butt crack. She twisted the width of the cloth and made a knot further to her left side than s/he liked. Now s/he had to bring the dangling front of the loincloth up between her thighs. She threaded it a three times about the thong and tucked the final end off to the side. The only part of the minimal 'diaper' not twisted was the front panel over her sex.
Ukyo pulled on that. "Do you know what a G-string is, Ranma? A guy's front is wider cause it's carrying something.
"Try this," she said as she walked to duffel bag. She fished around in it and brought out
"–A dildo!?" Akane cried.
"It's not!" Ukyo defended herself. "This is for when I want to be absolutely sure people aren't noticing something is missing. See, it flops around. It's not hard at all! What kind of boy do you think I am!?"
"It has plastic testicles!"
"It has balls!" Ranma smiled. And it will take balls to wear the thing, right(?)! And s/he undid the fundoshi.
"You want some stickum?" Ukyo asked.
Without it, s/he discovered it was a mistake to have it against her presently puffed-out sex. "Eeah–Uh. Maybe another time." And s/he dropped it. S/he was already stimulated enough without having something rubbing down there. That little erection was more potent than it looked. (And the two born-girls looked away.)
"I think I understand, Ranchan. Keep it. I don't have to avoid being thought a girl, now."
Going through the rigmarole again, the redhead was barely covered by the fundoshi again. She had to rescue the used sanitary pad from Umeko's panties as Akane had none to spare and s/he was not ready to use a tampon.
"Let me get this straight," Akane said, feeling a headache coming on. "Ranma can't wear his boxer-like tap panties, so he wants to wear the masculine version of panties. Is that how it goes?"
"Fundoshi is more unisex," Ukyo said.
"UNIsex?!" Akane took the redhead by she shoulders and spun her around. "Who isn't going to see this butt as a girl's(?)!" Even the double-twisted strip back there was was lost between the little redhead's (very) voluptuous buttocks. (She was tempted to spank them to see them bounce.)
"That's not what I mean by unisex!"
"Maybe if I wrap them," Ranma said, brought her hands onto her ass. (Which Akane viewed.) S/he then immediately took them off. So womanly. Not that s/he had even touched another's. So far. …so near…
S/he shook her head. Focus. "I also want to have a sarashi wrap to flatten these boobs!"
"Good luck with that." And Ukyo the breast-wrap user flicked one of the redhead's drum-tight boobs, erotic with excessive blood.
Ranma had to stifle her moan as a pang of unwanted pleasure shot down and up through her.
But s/he didn't lose control(!) And was able to say, "I, I can begin trainin'. I'll start with as tight as I can stand–and make it tighter! I CAN get them flat!"
"No, don't do that!" Akane yelled. Then pleaded. "Ran, Ranma…Don't ruin your wonderful bust! Nobody I've ever met or seen have curves like–"
"But I'm a man!"
"You tell her, Ran-kun!" Ukyo said. At that moment, Ukyo could feel how right that sounded. -chan had started as a recognition of childhood friendship, but now could seem to endorse the young adult's womanhood. And maybe she was. She had fallen into the trap of seeing Ranma as a girl just because that was what HE looked like for now! She vowed it wouldn't happen again! She wanted the boy she has obsessed over for ten years of her life to be her man!
"Ranma…-kun?" It just didn't feel right for Akane. Maybe when she had first saw him and thought he may be a young boy. Then, when it was revealed he was a girl, she had taken an instant liking to the her she thought he was. She had wanted Ranma to be her friend more than she had ever wanted anybody else to be!
Then Ranma told her the truth: He was really a boy. She hated boys!
But Ranma was lonely, in so obvious a need of a friend. He was still a girl then. The vulnerable redhead had been trying not to cry. Akane decided then, sight unseen, she would be friends with the boy-side, too.
At least she wouldn't always be a boy…or a man. …Would she?
Then Ranma's father enrolled him as a girl at the school. After the explosion of emotion, Dr. Tōfū convinced Ranma the quickest way to keep something from becoming a greater issue was to meet it head-on. It should take only about two months of remaining a girl most of the time for Ranma to more-or-less comfortably switch between the genders. He would then be familiar with how a girl brain in a girl body acts and would understand the differences when in a guy brain in a guy body. They were separate, connected only by the thread of memory, right(?) Right!
But now Ranma was rebelling. She wanted to be a man even when that was impossible! For the sake of their friendship, she had to help her!
Besides(!) Ranma had committed to being a girl for two whole months–In the least!
Akane's ability to deny was cracking. Her own awakening was coming.
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Because of Genma, Ranma has not been a normal boy growing into puberty; and then a fully teen girl's has also been suddenly thrust upon her. S/he is totally unprepared to be sexually aroused. S/he has turned to the only method s/he knows to deal with it, martial arts. Even if–a big if– s/he wins this round, lust will always come back for a rematch. Like Ranma's Girl Training, it could take months before she could be confident s/he can probably win again. If she wants to. If he wants to. There are instinctual differences between the genders. Even then, Ranma can always be blindsided. Any time, any where.
Any sex? It is a matter of motivation. Being strongly driven to the masculine doesn't mean s/he can not be weakly pulled to the feminine. Daoism: Nothing is purely one or the other.
First, though, Ranma must face the crisis of his inherent gender dysphoria.
To be clear: Though most women are better at being human in some ways, some men can also be.