Son Turned Daughter, Chapter 44
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 44
"You want to bind your boobs, Ran-kun? You came to the right girl!" Ukyo smiled. "I've been doing it even before I got tits."
"You like being flat?!" Akane practically yelled at her in her growing frustration.
"This is about Ranma-honey." But Ukyo's eyebrow twitched. A twitch turned into a lift, as the taller girl looked down at Akane's bust. "Still…Mine are bigger than yours."
"Ha!" And Akane stood next to her, showing how much further hers projected.
"I'm still bound, Jackass!" Old habits are hard to break.
"How convenient." Akane said smugly.
"You want to play it that way, Sister(?)!"
"Don't!" Ranma cried, throwing up her hand and turning her eyes away. The steaming redhead was having a hard enough time keeping what to her were WTF impulses under control. S/he felt like challenging the girls and not as martial artists.
"Then don't look. This is between us girls!" Ukyo only realized later that she was still wasn't treating her fiance like a true man. Would she have thought about too casually revealing her girls if she had?
"I'm not going to…." Akane protest was lost when she saw her rival head for a large thermos bottle. She also saw her pigtailed girl friend also wondering what the slimmer girl was up to. Could the cute redhead, in the end, resist the other's womanly weapons? And she became more aware of what was beneath the cups her straps held up.
Out of the thermos came a plastic bag of…what, dough? Was Ukyo going to make okonomiyaki at this time?! While topless!? Standing over a sizzling griddle bare-boobed!(?)
Taking a pinch of the purple mass, the chef popped it into her mouth. While she chewed, she pulled her spatula bandoleer off her shoulder, then undid her uniform jacket's attached belt.
"Oh, no. Oh, no! I'm not ready!" she groaned as she hurried to untie the knot that held her sarashi wrapping in place. But her expanding chest was tightening it!
Dropping to a knee, she yanked out one of her spatulas and hastily swiped its sharp edge through more than just the fabric near the knot, making the long strip more than two sections. (And Ranma's first ever truly threatening nosebleed told her to look away! Control it, control it…)
But the cuts weren't clean. The last strands were broken by her expanding boobs! "Ahh!" Ukyo cried, letting her boobs enjoy full freedom to go from dangling to being proud as she stood tall.
They immediately intimidated Akane. Being often naked with them, she knew Ranma's were bigger, and her sisters' had always been. And Shampoo maybe had the greater bust.
"Still want to say I'm flat, Sugar?!"
"No fair! You cheated with that breast expansion glob!"
"That's not what it is! It's Lift Leavening! It only gets rid of sag!"
"Sag!?" Ranma remembered the time s/he had gone to the woman's side of a local public bath and saw women no longer with youthful bodies. "Do women not mind sag?" Was that another thing s/he didn't understand about them? "Why don't they use Lift Leavenin'?" (S/he made the mistake of looking to see just how faultless Ucchan's were. Answer: Very.)
"I got the dough starter from a magic item seller. You know how little they're seen. I think it has to do with the limited supply of magic available. They maybe sell it only to people who they think can help recharge the low magic left in the world by it being overused in the past. But," and Ukyo shrugged, "I got the idea from Larry Niven books."
"So, so that's why I've never met one?" Akane was on the brink of despair. "I don't have what it takes(?)"
"I don't know. Here, try some!" And Ukyo tossed a small, chilled wad for Akane to catch. "You want some, Ranma?"
"Make these boobs more annoyin'ly firm!? No way!" Ranma place her hands on her naked and already hardly pliant ones. It didn't take much pressure to send an impulse down-then-up her body.
Akane had been hesitating putting the purple mass in her mouth…until she noticed Ranma's reaction when the girl friend touched her attractive breasts. Jealousy of them mixed with desire for them and to be like them!
She almost choked as she tried to swallow the too large mass, Swallowed she did as soon as she had chewed it enough. Even then, she had to pound her chest to help it go down.
Her wrist between her clothed boobs, Akane felt her breasts move independent of her breathing, pushing into the cups, tugging on her straps.
But then slowed to just being a size larger, as they were still young. Her nipples and areolas, though, continued to swell, pushing themselves into the thin padding lining her bra cups. All of her erectile tissues, in fact, made themselves known. And some extra blood also flowed to her cheeks, ears, throat and what she considered her "pervert targets". Some: not enough to fully arouse her, but enough to set her "in the mood".
Ukyo was only arguably less ready, since she had spent a year becoming accustomed to the affects of the raising agent. Even so, she, too, was getting less blood to her brain, weakening her better sense.
"This bra doesn't feel right," the (pleasantly) uncomfortable Akane said, moving to adjust it.
"Don't strip, too!" Ranma told her.
"And Ukyo: Put something on!" 'Itchy' and impatient, Ranma snatched up a sectioned sarashi strip and brought it over to Ucchan's breasts and nipples. At the last instant s/he was warned off by the urge to drop the barrier between the cute boobs and her own hands‒
‒Honor!
Instead, s/he placed the strip over her own boobs (which was only less pleasurable than what s/he felt s/he would gain from fondling 'another' girl's). S/he spun around, and kept her eyes down as s/he attempted to wrap her curses.
The material that had been the right length for Ukyo's body was now sliced and shortened a couple of times. But the buxom-version of Ranma was determined and was able to mostly cover her boobs. Though not well: not wanting to linger of her luscious womanliness, s/he had been too hasty. Squashed together in the deepest of cleavages, portions were squished out above, between and under the tight wrapping. The erect nipples were, at least, in the channels between the folds.
The hurts from the constrictions triggered her healing training. The redhead welcomed it: It allowed her to take even more energizing blood away from her tingling sex. Unlike Akane and Ukyo, her 'enhanced' boobs helped to take the edge off her interest in others' bodies.
So, when s/he dared to look, s/he was able to without too much trouble: Akane was still in her dress and Ukyo was putting her pajama top on over her tights. Tights which hugged her long, slim and shapely legs. How could somebody look at them and not see she wasn't a boy?
On the floor was the 'dildo' she had stuck to her crotch when she "wanted to be absolutely sure people aren't noticing something is missing". Without it, how could somebody look at the below-the-jacket crotch area and not see she wasn't a boy?
(There were answers, but not for now.)
"You want my spare p.j.s, Ranma?" Ukyo asked.
"What about me!?" Akane asked.
"These are guy p.j.s. I don't have any girly ones." Yet? Yes, it was time to think about getting some.
"Let her wear 'em, if she wants to," Ranma said. "I never really liked sleep stuff." When he could, he had gone nude. S/he really did have no modesty.
"What are you going to wear?" Akane's already red-tinged face became redder as she realized she was staring at the girl with the fascinatingly displayed breasts for too long. She forced her eyes away.
"I'll wear what I normally wear." But when Ranma looked, s/he didn't see them. (Because the Ruinmaster, Pearl-san, had taken them. All to make things more "interesting" for the Shokubai, Catalyst and the Barubu, Valve(s).)
Ranma frowned at was what s/he was now saying, "I'll wear what I'm wearin'. I guess I do gotta get used to this rig!" And get used to this particular form of trial. That had been his and now her life, too.
Neither pajama had any interesting design on them (like cat heads and swirls). They were army green and concrete gray and could be mistaken for traditional men's loose shirt and pants, but were, in fact, samue: long sleeved and legged jinbei. Women could wear them, but were not usually seen in drab colors.
Draping them on the bed's footboard, Akane started unbuttoning.
"Hey! I told you not to do that!" Ranma yelled.
"Oops! Sorry, Rankun!" Ukyo said, while Akane flushed. She was in the middle of taking both her tights and still knotted fundoshi down her legs; her jacket was lowered enough to cover what Ranma didn't want to see because s/he did. "I guess we did forget you're a man. Sorry!" And she bowed, her hands still bunched around the things.
"L, leave the room." It felt strange for Akane to be self-conscious over Ranma seeing her naked. It hadn't happened before. Being nude together had, in fact, become routine.
Ranma did leave the bedroom.
"Don't you look, either, Ukyo." Ranma could hear what Akane said.
"Ah, come on, Sugar. I think I'm pretty straight, but I haven't had much chance seeing what other girls are like. Not live ones. It's natural to see how you measure up, isn't it?"
"So that's why you had Ranma take her top off when she tied up the fundoshi panties! She didn't have to be topless!"
"Well, yeah. I did suggest that, didn't I." Ukyo gave an embarrassed chuckle.
"Now, you look like you're checking me out! Stop it!"
"Sorry! It must be from all the time I had to spend being like the boys I had to hang with so people wouldn't think I was a girl."
"So they taught you to be a pervert."
"They tried! But imitating isn't becoming!" Well, almost. The boy-shared girl lore and its hentai materials still colored teen's view of women that she herself hadn't personally experienced and knew better than to naively fall for. When she fantasized, her point of view could shift between the two roles.
"Oh: Yeah!" the little redhead cried out from the next room. "Hey, Ukyo, can you teach me how to be a man!?"
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'Daoism' ‒ Magic, Chi and Ki: Chi is the energy that flows through the meridian channels of forms of all sorts, inanimate and animate. Ki is chi redirected and concentrated by emotions and related valves. Magic is form: slow chi forming the 'walls' of the meridians. It can be mined and formed by mental concepts. But the most easily extracted has been greatly depleted. Once gone…. Can the deeper magic really be accessed!? Should it be!?
What was the world like when magic was everywhere? Think of lucid dreams and out of body experiences: Vivid colors and things being more real than what is normally thought of as dull reality.
Ranma is the opposite of a "pain slut". Suffering hardships of all kinds was what Ranma grew up with. It didn't make him a masochist, but one determined to learn the lessons and not let them defeat his man-among-men spirit!
Why people didn't see that she wasn't a boy while wearing her form-fitting tights? The mundane answer was her lower body was usually hidden by her street vendor's griddle or a counter. And most customers were there to eat, not ogle. Inexperienced teen girls didn't ogle; they fed their fantasies. Ukyo played the role of an independent, unattainable boy with a tragic backstory so well that even those who thought he might be a she didn't really care. (Think of how the females treated Ryuunosuke in Urusei Yatsura.) The teen boys didn't dare notice because they didn't want to be thought gay, especially when the other 'boy' had a battle spatula. For their male pride, it was better that a guy could defeat them. And finally, she had no real boss; she never stayed in one place for too long.
The Ruinmaster, Pearl-san, like Urd, one of the hosts of the Wind of Elegance Oversoul, setting up traps was was first mentioned in Chapter 29, Death's Door.