Son Turned Daughter, Chapter 47
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 Tangen. 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 47
"Of, of course I've never, uh, used it, that, that way," the embarrassed okonomiyaki vendor said. "It was just part of my disguise. ‒It gave me a bulge!"
Shampoo stopped flopping it about, so it stood. Though limply. "Why Cross Dress Girl no hide no bulge?"
"My okonomiyaki uniform isn't crossdressing!" Suddenly, Ukyo had whipped off her samue p.j.s and had on her heritage (such as it was)! "This style's been in my family for generations! My Jackass of an Old Man told me his Jackass of an Old Man wore it; even my cousin, Ikuko, wears the same kind of…." Wait a minute…does she?
"Like father, like daughter," Shampoo smirked, bringing the fake manhood down near the girl's‒
"I said no dildos!" Ukyo grabbed and tossed it.
The sudden motion brought Ranma's attention away from trying to figure out how to at least look like a man (and off being a horny girl). S/he leaped and snagged it. "I'll want this when I'm not so uh, uh…." The idea of "lusting" was new to her.
Then there were the memories of her own, real, one. He had held it several times a day. S/he was tempted to caress it.
S/he also had memories of being on the men's side of baths and hot springs….
Ryōga.
Another mood swing and s/he was able to drop it again. Just. She-He was very conflicted.
Meanwhile: "Dildo for disguise? What disguise Pervert Girl have? Jacket no cover sex area of too-too tight pants what follow shape of woman leg. And, too, big white hair ribbon over long, long hair, down to where white belt hug women waist…. Nice ass."
"Hey!" The battle spatula was suddenly in her hands! The challenge was one of her tactics to get people to take their minds off of her figure.
But the little redhead wanted to see another figure: "Shaped Aura! Usin' the male ki that's not bein' used by others! Ukyo! You've had ten years of practice at lookin' like a man! Longer: That's why I thought you were a boy kid! And on our date! You know the techniques cold!"
"I do?(?)"
"Teach me, Sensei!"
"Sensei teach," Shampoo winked at Ukyo. "First must relax. All martial artist know must relax even in battle or body not move smooth. Practice tense and out come bad moves."
"Every martial artist knows that!" Even during a fight, his or her body had been trained (tactics) to be loose and separate from the stress his mind (strategizing) was going through.
Ukyo bowed her head and sighed. She had admitted she was curious of what the amazon had to offer. Of course, she knew she was being affected by the heavy haze of sex in the air that seemed to be seeping into her very pores. It was female in its perfume and WLW wasn't exactly what she was really yearning for, but it seemed better than stale DIY. At least she could take it off her bucket list. ...No, probably not. Not as long as her man could spice up life as a woman, too.
Still, it felt like she was betraying her future husband.
No, not really(?) It was obvious, wasn't it(?) Ranma WAS going out of his mind from womanly need. The poor boy trapped in a girl's body had no idea how to get release. She would make it up to him when he had his real‒and very male‒body back. "Shampoo may be right. You can't make a convincing man when you can't stop feeling like an overheated woman. You've got to bring the kettle down from a boil."
"Kettle?! If it wasn't for the Cat Tongue, I could use a hot kettle and NOT be boilin' over! I HATE cats!"
"Ready get all steamy," Shampoo said, beginning a sexy striptease.
"Are, are you takin' your clothes off!?" Ask a stupid question. But s/he couldn't take her stupid eyes off of the beauty dropping her silk pants down long, shapely legs. Very soon s/he would be finding out if she was wearing panties. Just as soon as she took her top off. Was she or wasn't she wearing a bra?...
"So that's how it's done, huh?" Ukyo watched, learning.
Shampoo held onto her untied blouse at her bust while she shrugged her shoulders bare. Now, she was ready to open her hand and‒
Ukyo's whipped off her chef's uniform as swiftly as she had put it on. Underneath, she was still wearing what she normally wore while wearing p.j.s: She was nude.
"No fair!" Shampoo cried. She had on a (sexy) pantie and strapless bra set. The girl who had the power to make her a lifelong slave had told her to cover up. Maybe this was way!
Nude?! Ukyo felt suddenly naked! She had certainly gotten the attention of feverish redhead who put her own charms to shame. And Shampoo was certainly outmatching her in those departments, as well. She felt the need to cover herself, but couldn't. That would be admitting defeat! Losing the battle before it had even really begun! She forced herself to stand proud(ish). At least she had pubic hair to help hide her‒
"What's that string dangling between your legs?" Ranma innocently asked.
"RrrrrGg!" Ukyo screamed and fell into a squat and, totally mortified, hiding her sex behind her hands. And yet, the string had slipped out from between her fingers. And despite the humiliation, she felt the tampon expand inside her as it absorbed a gush of girl juice. She would forget to take it out!
"Heh, heh," Shampoo gloated. "Shampoo know Secret On-Off techniques! No have use rag!"
"Yeah(?)! You're leaking, Sister!" Her panties were going to be "bleach" stained. If they hadn't been already.
"Is okay. Is no red blood from "open wound". Is taste treat! Ranma, come lick-see how good Shampoo is!" And she knew how important food was to the martial artist. "Very nutritious!"
Ukyo yanked out her tampon and threw it!
"Aiya! No suck. Get toxic shock." Heh, heh!
"Why you!" And Ukyo leaped. The taller girl knocked the curvier girl to the floor. There they wrestled. Shedding her lingerie, Shampoo squished and massaged her silky flesh against the other's. This, too, was part of the Champion Top Girl's plan. She was breaking down her airen's resistance by demonstrating the pleasure she was capable of delivering. She and none of her rivals! Certainly not the "Girl What No Know How Be Girl"! She would make Pervert Girl her first conquest in Japan! Top Girl Shampoo would have a harem like in China!
Imagining how wonderful it would be to have girl-type Ranma (pre-tamed before being a boy) in her holds, she caressed, fondled, rubbed, and promised but didn't deliver tribadism (yet). To further drive her mad with uncontrollable lust for her, she kept her fingers away from all that demanded them, meanwhile kissing and spreading hickey's‒
"ENOUGH!" Ranma screamed! S/he grabbed the safest part of the girl on top, her ankles, and threw her onto the couch. Next s/he grabbed Ukyo by an ankle and dragged her to the easy chair. (And still with her, too, s/he felt the powerful allure touching any part of a woman could bring!)
As Ukyo saw (and smelled) all the juices mixing on the floor she was reminded of how much bodily fluids doujinshi images had. Though flushed, her blush reddened her even further.
"UP!" Ranma commanded, taking her by an upper arm and forcing her onto the chair.
(Chair and couch and three freely leaking girls; Ukyo was going to get rid of the unnecessary furniture anyway. Good thing there was no carpet. Or tatami mats.)
"Airen no like live porn show?" Shampoo asked.
"I like it TOO much! But I'm liking it as a girl! My first time‒My first times have to be as a MAN!"
"Oh, Ranma-kun is right!" The tide of blood going towards sex had robbed her brain of it; she had forgotten‒again!‒her vow to treat him like the man he was meant to be. "First sexual experiences can imprint preferences on you. They can give you fetishes. Then you can never really be satisfied with normal love." Her eyes lit up with hope: "Romantic love!"
"Is no true! All nice-nice fun Shampoo ever have is with many many girl. But Shampoo want MAN!" And she threw a tantrum on the couch.
But it didn't last long. She forced herself up onto her wobbly legs. "Ranma thank Shampoo later, even when man! Shampoo give Airen Squid in Whirlpool attack!"
"Squid, not octopus?" Ukyo asked.
"Squid have TEN tentacles!"
Time to stand up for her man! On wobbly legs. "You're not going to do that to my Ranma-kun, Slave!"
"AI!yaaa! Slave master say word! Shampoo tell stupid cook: Once slave, Shampoo always slave!"
"I don't like it either, Jackass. But for love, I'm willing to suffer for Ranma-kun's sake!
"You hear that, Ran…." But the redhead was gone. "Sigh. So much for my big moment." Disheartened, Ukyo collapsed back onto the chair. Nude but wanting to be naked.
Shampoo had plopped ass down, feet out, onto the floor in defeat. Naked but wanting to he nude.
There was an uncomfortable silence. Until: "Uh, Shampoo, um, now that Ranma isn't here, how about we, you know…."
"Shampoo tell Stupid Master, Womans Hero no can have fun with slave!"
"...before they have it with their airen," Ukyo remembered. Now.
"No be more stupid still and make Ranma slave, too. Can be no airen, then!"
"Oh, no!" She was supposed to be able to be the master of not just Ranma but everybody that was in the tournament. Forever!?
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Akane prayed she wasn't too late! And there was also the important news she had to deliver to everybody! After passing the clinic, she had passed somebody in the night. The girl in a gray samue stumbled and fell under the streetlight. "Ungh-Hah!"
Her head swing around, "Ranma?
"RANMA!" she cried, spinning around for her.
"I can't take it no more," Ranma moaned pitifully. "Girls are weak."
Akane lifted her best friend up in her arms, getting closer to the ear of the distressed girl, "Ranma, you've got to know about the Kodachi Clause. The only way to esca‒m,Mmm…"
Pulling her to her, the hot and sweaty‒needy‒redheaded cutie was thrusting her bodacious bust against her modest one and was kissing her: Luscious female lips mashing up against her full, feminine lips. Mouths open. Tongues finding something to do…
Akane could no longer deny which sex she wanted!
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Shampoo pointing out everything wrong with the okonomiyaki uniform if Ukyo was meant to be mistaken for a boy? Of course I was having fun with how Rumiko-sama (had to?) depicted Ukyo. I've always thought the potential of the girl passing as a boy for ten of the most formative years of her life was wasted. But I have (to try) to give the reader the mental images they find in manga, anime and on internet.
Sorry about the tampon. But my aim is to show, when the telling allows, some of the disadvantages to being a woman and why Ranma may not want to stay one.
Speaking of which, Ukyo hasn't been with Ranma long enough to be in sync with the "Leader of Periods". The girl who has been socially isolated from other girls and their shared knowledge and, so, had her own reasons for using tampons besides the common one.
How tall is the slim Ukyo? Tall enough to be mistaken for a boy at first sight. So: She is taller than most girls. Shampoo is physically not like a stereotypical amazon.
"Airen" means "love-person": fe)male. But in this context they're focused on how when Ranma is a male lover he can be their husband, changing how their societies view them.