Son Turned Daughter, Chapter 45
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 45
"What!?" The cry was from Akane.
"Me teach you to be a man?! Now, that sounds like a jackass idea," Ukyo said to Ranma, still out of sight. "I'm a girl, remember?!"
"But you're better at bein' a guy than I am!" Ranma explained. "I thought you were one when we were kids. I dated you, thinkin' you were one!"
"That doesn't make me feel good, Sugar," Ukyo glared in his direction. And it hadn't made her feel good when she was being forced to date what she had thought was a girl.
"Remember, you dated Ukyo only because you thought she was a boy!" Akane told them. Then, to the crossdresser, she rather smugly said, "Ranma dated me because Ranma knows I am a girl!" (A guy at the time, though, not what had become the usual: the cute, curvy redhead.)
"Look, Ukyo, I'm sorry, but I didn't have many chances at hangin' out with guys. Or people, really. Besides sabotagin' my interest in *groan* sex, my slave-driver pop had me practicin' martial arts while everybody else got to do other things!"
"And I was practicing my okonomiyaki arts!"
"But you are a street vendor: You have people arts, too! And you are out, seein' how they did things with each other!
"You imitated them! I stupidly always hadda be myself!" So earnest was Ranma that s/he stepped back into view to plead her case.
Seeing the redhead's big assets tied tightly together while also popping out of their binding where they could made the expert in sarashi-do smile. Ridiculous. Painfully so. (And Ranma knew it, too.)
"Jackass. Why didn't you ask me for help with that?"
"Gee. Why didn't you offer?"
One of the unspoken rules had just been broken. Ukyo went to a duffel bag and found one of her long strips of cloth. "First thing I'll teach you is how to have just a chest."
Ranma stepped back from the boyish beauty, remembering again s/he was afraid of becoming a pervert and losing his honor.
But Ukyo, and Akane, were now covered by samue pajamas long and loose enough to only suggest at the womanly sexiness that lurked beneath them. Only their lovely necks were naked. (Her hand unconsciously went to her own neck.) Japanese men could, traditionally, find them more of a turn on than legs.
"Hold this," Ukyo said, handing Ranma the strip. Out came two of her spatulas. Ranma was startled. If she wasn't cooking, those were for attacking. But the chef assured her, "I can make them into shears, or here, scissors. Hold still and I'll cut you out. The sooner the better, they're turning purple." Sn~ip.
Ranma's boobs exploded free! Blood flooded back into them! Pins and needles became eroticism! And that again affected her other womanly receptors. S/he didn't like it that s/he liked it! S/he was about to repeat her mistake with the wrapping, before Ukyo stopped her.
"I'll do it for you." And she brought the strip towards boobs that would make a lesser girl jealous.
Her hands were toughened by a lifetime of accidentally burning them, and yet they had a tantalizing, feminine warmth that had Ranma's naked skin was eager to….
"Ranma, have this!" And Akane stuffed a lump of Lift Leavening into the mouth-breathing redhead.
Of course the walking stomach automatically swallowed.
But arousal was already pushing her breasts past one size larger. Young and firm, there was a limit how much they could expand. Despite the outward and exciting pressure, they quit growing well after two! But there was more ways for boobs to project. Never before had they bulged back under her pits and towards her back. Ranma hated this overdevelopment!
Akane was surprised and fascinated by the underarm roll. She didn't remember seeing any in Nerima with bra fat.
"What'd'you do that for!" S/he was lifting her underarms out, seeing the bulges as yet another way for boobs interfere with fighting. (Not that s/he could see the pudges with the masses in the way.)‒
"Hey! That was my property you stole!" Ukyo cried.
"I didn't steal it! It's a starter: You can grow more!"
"I, I can't wrap them now!" Ranma had her hands centimeters from her boobs. But s/he was afraid of the reaction s/he would get if s/he did touch them, caress them, fondle them….
"You shouldn't even think to bind them!" Akane insisted. "Dr. Tofu said you have to learn to look like a girl to be a girl ‒ And for TWO full months!" (That was how SHE wanted his prescription to be read. At least two!)
"Don't worry, Ranma-honey: The effects of the boob-riser last no more than twelve hours."
"Unless its magic mixing with Ranma's makes it last longer," was Akane's wishful thinking.
"Longer!?" Ranma was appalled at the idea. "It's not just the stretching ‒Look at how high they stand are over my real chest – They're almost up to my chin! They can block my view in a fight." To keep from exaggerating, she leaned back to demonstrate what she had to see when landing on top of somebody.
"At least they there's less wobbling!" Akane tried to find a positive spin.
"They're heavier!" Ranma wasn't. And more sensitive ‒Any wobbling was too much wobbling!
"They'll go down!" Ukyo assured her cursed fiance. While they argued, they hadn't noticed she had gone and was now back with a rain poncho. Akane didn't like seeing the cute redhead's curves being quickly covered. "In the meantime, I can learn you about being a man!" The kind of man she'd like!
Akane didn't like that idea, either: "But Dr. Tofu said a girl's brain can't–"
"Enough, Slave!" Ukyo called her out. "I suggest you shut up or I'll, I'll…" What would she do? What was the worst nice thing she could do to the pest!? "I know!
"Go home! Stay home!"
"But, but–"
"No argument! This is your day to be my slave, and by your word of honor you have to obey me!"
"Do it, Akane." Though still upset about making her boobs seem even more cursed, Ranma still felt real sympathy for her as a friend.
"Al, Al, right. I'm leaving. I'll leave you two *choke* alone."
"Aw, Akane…." Ukyo, to was feeling more sympathetic, now. "Don't fret. I'm not really interested in Ranma as a woman. It's the man I want." She, though not Ranma, noticed the way Akane kept glancing to where the oversized boobs hid under the poncho. Was the raven-haired girl aware that she was?
"Akane's going home!" Ranma said, hitting her open palm at a sudden thought. "There's another way I can look more like a man! Akane, when you come back, bring me an obi –The thickest one your sisters have!"
"My sisters'? Don't you mean my dad's?"
"I don't want a kaku obi, I want a fukuro obi or something like it. A thick one!"
"You sound like a jackass again, Ranma. How is wearing a woman's extra-wide belt going to make you look like a man?"
"I gonna wear it under my clothes." And Ranma's hands (outside the arm slits) pushed the poncho in till it met her wasp waist. "I heard that women wore thick obi to hide their figures! Havin' the shape of a man was supposed to make them attractive to men who had a thing for the drag queens of kabuki, the onnagata."
"Not to mention the "third gender"," Ukyo muttered.
"I think there's something wrong with that story, Ranma." Hopefully. Or was she just being in denial?
"Ranma, is that your idea of a man? A man who can attract men?" It went against Ukyo's desire for him. And Akane's for her.
"I'm only thinkin' of how obi will make me look straight!"
"Stupid metaphors," Akane muttered. What exactly did "straight" mean here? How bisexual was Ranma!?
"Oh! And get those geta I wore to the public bathhouse! They make me taller!"
"Won't all that make it harder to maneuver?!" Akane reminded her. "That's important in martial arts!"
"It's because of martial arts I don't know how to be a real man!" Just a "man-among-men".
"Ranma?! You're getting obsessed." Then Akane remembered how the original reason the little redhead had gone to school as a girl and not a guy and did girly things was because of a mania that wanted to use it as revenge against her dad, Genma. Ranma could be overcome by a fixed purpose.
"You have to be a little obsessed to face challenges," Ukyo defended Ranma. But this was from a girl who had obsessed over a boy she had known for only a few days and let it change her life ‒ for ten-years! One that had made her a open for–literal!– demon possession!
"I ain't never backed down from a challenge!" Ranma bragged. And right then her biggest was not letting being a horny girl defeat him. If She did, it would be total defeat for him, one he may never recover from. She could NEVER be a full, complete man!
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It was around 2 am. And a girl in a every day dress left Ucchan's.
Honor fought with concern (and desire) for her BFF, dojo girl friend. Pettiness tempted her to do some vandalism…but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was beginning to sort-of, maybe like Ukyo. Despite her trying to undermine Dr. Tofu's therapy for the redhead? Despite her being a rival in their grading to become Honorary Women Heroes? (And rival fiancee?) She was a… frenemy?
Speak of the devil. "Nǐ hǎo, Loud Girl Akane! Shampoo finish shampoo! Mind all sparkle clean!" Could she really be a frenemy of this girl? "Where Ranma?"
"She's still spending the night with Ukyo." Then she bowed her head in near defeat. "I'm not."
"Why, Akane?" Shampoo really wanted to know. One of the things that hadn't been 'brain washed away' was that the Spatula Girl threatened to make her a slave-wife! Of course that would also mean they would both be stuck with Mousse as slave-husband. Aiya! Pancake Girl then have harem of all sexes: Girl, Boy and Both!
"I didn't like her trying to help Ranma pretend to be a man!" She became loud: "A girl can't think like a man!"
"Is true! But airen what become girl can remember lessons when graduate to woman! Is perfect time teach too-too good love techniques! Get know own woman hot spots and pass on to other airen! Even Girl What Want Be Boy! Ahh-yeah! Shampoo expert!
"Zàijiàn!" And the now fully dressed girl (but for how long?) leaped to the roof top on her way to an open apartment window. Or she could just bust through a wall. Aiya, so satisfying!
"Talk about horny!" Akane observed as she clenched her fist tighter than she ever had before in her life.
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Again, Akane is both right and wrong about how differently girls think from guys. Girls can think similarly to guys. Ukyo the imitator can do it to a great degree. But she's in the minority. And there are many matters neutral to both genders. However, thanks to evolution, girls as a rule can endure longer; touch, see, hear and smell in greater detail; use (some aspects of) language better; navigate using landmarks and clues more efficiently than the map-loving males, etc. They can be just as smart, but generally are interested in certain topics. Prehistorically, the stay-at-home wives who tended to children and hunter husbands were the first cooks, botanists, pharmacists, midwives, doctors, spell-casters, etc. I mean no disrespect in saying females are different.
Traditionally, like with so many other cultures, women were barred from acting, so their roles (onna gata) had to be played by (young) men. Since Japan didn't use corsets, they could only gird themselves with obi. It hid their lack of a waist while, stage craftily, prompting their audience to think of that part of a fully female anatomy.
Speaking of what women wear: Since kimonos and tabi socks left only their (face, hands, and) necks naked, those became fetish objects. Having a thing for legs came from Western culture.