Son Turned Daughter, Chapter 04
An unusual disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 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., and his characters Megumi, Yasushi and Ayane have, likewise, been borrowed without permission. 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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Trigger warning! Some things are going to be said by a villain character that do not reflect my own opinions. Also, we are looking many times through the point of view of people who do not really understand what's going on. Ranma, especially.
In retrospect, I now see that this may be the first example of Ranma gaining new abilities after the Miracle of Chapter 12, A Miracle and a Date. And he does it through spontaneous wu wei.
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Chapter 05
Akane folded! She hugged her knees together, hiding her lingerie behind her legs, and tried not to cry into her knees.
"Akane?" Ranma in a green camisole bra and tap panties rushed over to her.
"You're so sexy. –And I'm not!" She was crying, now.
"Sexy? Me? Like I want to be!" the pigtailed girl put her arms around Akane.
But it wasn't to hug her. "But do you want to be?" She lifted Akane. The long–haired girl didn't have the strength to resist.
What strength she did have was from her modesty and shame and was put towards curling herself small again. Her friend was there to see that she didn't. "Well? Do you?!"
Akane, her head bowed, looked at the redhead. In her field of vision, Megumi made sure she saw her, too. Her rival for the alpha girl among the school's tough girls was wearing a matching lingerie set of a jewel purple with black trim. The girl with the blonde streak in her hair sneered while posing in one of her most provocative manners. She was a master, or mistress, of showing off her body for the boys and she knew it.
Akane teared up again, wanting to hide her face again.
Ranma wouldn't let her. While half-supporting her, her other hand forced, gently, Akane to look. "She's challengin' you? You gonna let her win?"
Strength began to return to her.
But not enough. She could not stand straight and tall, showing the curves that made her a woman.
But she was still looking at Megumi. And Megumi knew it. And Akane's rival turned to Kuno (and Hiroshi). "You like what you see? And I know how to use it..."
"That bimbo bitch. She's shameless."
Ranma's lips were close to her friend's ear. "Stop looking at her, now. And don't look at them, the guys. Look there."
"Where? ...I don't see what you want me to see." There were women and girls looking at her as they went on their way. And this made her self-conscious. She was making a fool of herself. Of course!
"Look at the girls, not at the guys. That's how I'm in training."The little redhead had slipped into using the female form of Japanese.
"What?...?" Akane had to look at Ranma, now. It wasn't adding up for her.
"Hiroshi and Kuno are jerks. Being sexy is wasted on them. They'd rather see girls naked, anyway. It's them, the girls, that is your real audience."
"Audience?" the actress in her heard the call of the stage. It wasn't that far away.
"Sure! You have no problem being in your underwear in a girls locker room."
"But you're not supposed to be sexy there, either. It'd only cause trouble."
"Always?" And here Ranma had thought she was on to something.
"Not in locker rooms, but…" Akane's modesty faded, morphing into her memories of her and her friends getting together at their houses or other safe places and practicing at being sexy., alluring sirens. It had been girls playing the serious game of growing into being real women. There had been times when they had left when she had continued to play the part. Her sisters had critiqued and even joined in, sometimes.
Strength came back to her knees. She rose.
No. No, she couldn't. She couldn't go all the way. She wasn't ready to continue her practicing. Her training. "Kuno and," especially that pervert, "Hiroshi are here." And other male customers, too!
"You can beat them up. And have. You've beaten up the Hentai Horde. It took all the girls at school to do that this morning."
"You're right!" Akane's battle aura was lit! "What do I have to worry about! I'm a martial artist! And a martial artist is always ready to take the risk!"
Ranma had stepped away from her. She no longer needed to support her. But she also backed further away. The battle aura's glow was bright. She in just lingerie could feel it on her exposed skin. And she saw it! If she were a guy now, she may have missed it. Geez! She probably had missed it when all she had been was a guy. He hadn't been the kind of guy to notice things like this in the first place. She, Ranma–kun, could be such a jerk.
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Megumi's hands were in fists! How? How?! How could she have been defeated(!)?! And by Akane, of all girls! Ranma, she may have understood! That little redhead had something she lacked: She was cute! Too fucking damned cute. A lot of guys preferred that to the outright beauty she had. Akane wasn't cute! Akane wasn't beautiful! Akane had as much muscle definition as she had! How could Kuno (and that Hiroshi creep) be paying Akane more attention than to her! Look, Akane even had the women in the store looking at her! Even the store's fucking employees!
Akane wasn't even wearing anything sexy! Her lingerie was white-with-yellow polka dots! Even her garter was stupid with small ruffles and a jingle bell dangling off of it. Hiroshi stared, his mouth open, forgetting about the napkins he held over his nose. Kuno was, strange to believe, even more rigid, more like an unmoving zombie. His eyes, though, were wide and sweat was appearing on his brow.
Akane really wasn't paying them or Megumi much attention. Her target audience was the women she saw. How many could she get to slow down? To pause? To stop? and look at her. They were the experts on what was sexy. Only….
There was an effeminate-looking man staring at her. It wasn't jealousy she saw, not envy...maybe, wistfulness?
Her battle aura flickered.
Then she noticed a sign near the unmanly man, Men's Sizes. This store also sold to crossdressers!
Her battle aura went out.
She looked at her Romeo of this morning. It was hard to remember, or even imagine, this petite bust busty cutie with the hourglass figure as capable of even looking like a female-to-male crossdresser. What if either of them, both, were bisexual? What would she feel seeing Ranma the male – who had fulfilled her fantasy of fantasies – in the very lingerie Ranma the female was wearing now? This seemed to be where his curse was leading him. No! She couldn't, wouldn't see him as effeminate! Just as she wouldn't allow herself to see herself as an uncute tomboy! Not anymore! There was room in her life for only one Romeo! And it had just better not be her!
Kuno was blinking as if coming out of a trance. "Is something amiss, my fair Artemis?"
"Wow~ You had it there for a while, Akane," said Ranma in the camisole bra and tap panties. "Just a little more practice and your sexiness can last longer! I can help you develop it, now that I got an idea of what sexy is! It's a technique! It's an emotion that directs you ki energy!"
"Ranma! Ranma!" Akane grasped her hands tightly, raising them up near her own face. "Please, please! Don't ever use the technique! Don't become sexy! Not like that! Promise me!"
"Uh, ' hadn't thought I would. Except, maybe, yeah, for tactical use. But, now that I think about it. No, Akane. I won't promise. We're belon' to the Anything–Goes schools. Nothin' that's not lethal or criplpin' is taken out of our arsenal of options."
"Ranma!" Akane's arms went around the smaller girl and grasped her to her. Akane cried, trying to hold onto her Romeo for as long as she could, and crying over a loss that, dear, please spirits and kami, may not happen.
Only her love interest was cursed. And after this morning's miracle, could there be another?
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Ranma, with some non-physical contact help of Kuno, got Akane to sit on a chair beside one of the small tables in the shop. She, then, sat across from her. Both were still in the shop's lingerie. As was Megumi, sitting at the table Kuno was sitting at. But he was – still! – paying attention to the girl in the stupid yellow polka dots at the next table by his side. (And Hiroshi had a seat where he could see dressing rooms besides. A beautiful girl with a with a high ponytail had gone into one. With any luck...)
"Are you going to be okay, Akane?" Ranma did see her tears slowing.
"Your orders, Madams," the maid-waitress said, placing the plates down. "The first course. Who gets the tiramisu and who gets the parfait? And your drinks, chai, and lemonade. –And the waitress for your table should be here soon, Sir and Madam."
Ranma's mouth fell open, watering. She was hungry. She was always hungry. Martial arts burned a lot of calories. And she had used a lot of them doing "impossible" feats this morning. Right now, she was in the ki reservoir. Ki 'energy' wasn't her energy. It was the ambient, tao (more properly, dao) 'energy' behind everything, the source of everything yin, 'female', and yang, 'male'. The essence of everything else was a further combination and division of these. Everything and everybody did it, but a martial artist – her kind of martial artist – knew the most direct route back up through the divisions and combinations, to reach more and more undefined 'energy' that could then be redefined, reshaped into 'impossible' techniques. Emotions were one of the most effective ways of doing that with these more or less pure ki 'energies'.
She couldn't live off pure ki. It was too pure, too nonspecific to her needs. Carbs wouldn't help you when you needed protein. Protein could substitute for carbs, but it cost you what you needed out of the protein. But ki flowed. The essence of everything and everybody was constantly shifting their divisions around, the speed depending circumstance of the thing or person. Being on ki reservoir meant she was sort of a vampire, feeding off whatever free essences that met her needs at that time that were available around her. Stay too long in the ki pool and she would become a vampire – robbing others of what they needed! (Strangely, the Anything-Goes school had its own name for the ki reservoir, the Silky Darling.)
So, Ranma was more than just happy to eat her parfait and drink her lemonade (that washed the pallet so she could enjoy the "everything" ice cream more!). But after a few mouthfuls (parfaits was one of the few things she was taking the time to savor, thanks to her memory of her girls night out with the Tendō sisters), she remembered Akane.
She saw her chance and took a spoonful of her tiramisu. Akane looked up and was about to say how insensitive Ranma was when the spoonful was shoved into her mouth. Rather than having to embarrass herself any further by spitting it out, she chewed and swallowed it. And another spoonful followed. And another. And...She was being fed like a little kid!
And she became angry!
Ranma just smiled at her. "You're dipping into ki reservoir, too.
Of course, she realized, Ranma was right. But, still, did the little redhead have to….
The pigtailed girl had gone back to just feeding herself, still smiling because she was enjoying her meal. She was sitting there in a silky lingerie, but she was sitting – acting – like a boy, besides her gross eating habits, her legs were casually apart, and wasn't caring about where her boobs were or what they were doing and just generally not being ladylike at all. ...And that's just the way Akane wanted to her to be.
And, come to think of it, that camisole sort of looked like a tanktop. Weren't there a kind actually called tanktop? And those tap panties, they sort of looked like boxers. And there were other types of lingerie that could sort of pass as men's underwear.
Men's Sizes. Half a Romeo was better than none. He didn't have to be effeminate!
But what about the bra cups? Periods? Ranma would have to use tampons. What about…
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Before Ranma was done scraping every last bit out of the parfait glass, she felt the glow of sexiness. Good! Akane had finally come out of it and had decided to use her….
It was coming from a different direction. The dressing rooms'. Finishing her lemonade, first, she turned. This sexiness had something different from Akane's sexiness. It was darker, colder, damper, and other qualities that went under the heading, yin, the essence of 'female'.
In black bra and panties with a black sheer between them, the girl her age with the high ponytail to the side was half-hugging herself, her other hand not really hiding her wicked smile of glee very well.
"She's stealin' other girl's sexiness!" Ranma said, her anger growing. If she hadn't been a girl trying to learn how to be a girl so she could recognize and know how to not give in to her girl brain's impulses she would not have noticed how sexiness had worked for her friend Akane. Now, with the knowledge still fresh, she was alert for other examples of it.
And this one turned out to be bad!
"Kodachi," Akane cringed.
And Kuno cringed. Not much, but enough for Megumi to notice. "That bitch! She's done something to him." Her man!
And the girl in jewel purple lingerie was up, ready to challenge Kuno's sister. "Get lost. Kodachi! Go back to your harem!"
"Well, well, if it isn't a poser," and she did one of those annoying Noblewoman's Laugh. "Trying to pretend you have what it takes to be called a real woman?"
Ranma noticed the battle of sexy battle auras. Megumi was determined to show the high-and-mighty woman (she was no girl, not with that sexiness) she could be mighty, too. Having noticed, Ranma went deeper and read their potentials. Megumi was completely outclassed. This Kodachi (it seemed she should know that name) was playing with the girl (which she was, in comparison). Only the woman didn't think it was worth the effort of getting past the resistance Megumi's martial arts techniques were putting up to gather the girl's rather low–level sexiness.
Suddenly, Kodachi felt easier targets approaching.
"Akane, Ranma, we found the perfect outfits for your dates!" Akiko and Ikuko said.
"No!" Ranma leaped to put herself between them and the sexiness vampire! "Stop it!" she commanded, and found something she didn't know she had until now: Male sexiness!
Kodachi was so startled, she lost her hold on the path to the ki energy she was using and it disappeared from this level of reality.
"You are definitely not a woman among women," she said as an insult.
"I'm glad to hear that." Ranma wasn't insulted. It was something she really liked to hear.
"I've never met a girl so much a tomboy." She made another attempt.
"Wow. Tell me more!"
Her tactic failing, she looked for another approach. Hadn't this small, redheaded dyke trying to be lipstick come from over there? Oh, look, is that her bottom? "I apologize. I have met somebody more of a tomboy. Unlike you, she is uncute."
Akane broke down and cried.
"Take that back!" Ranma demanded, furious. "Akane is not uncute! She can be just as sexy as you – More!" Once she'd been properly trained.
"But, sir, that is exactly why my dear brother is so infatuated with her!" And she did that awful laugh, again. But only until she 'noticed', "Oh, hello, Brother–dear."
Megumi looks at her heartthrob. Was that true? Was she going about getting him all wrong?! Wait, did she want him, now? Despite what people thought, she had never been a tomboy.
Stiffly, and with the dignity that slowly responding muscles provided, Kuno stood. "I do not endorse or engage in the ancient, samurai tradition of wakashu-do."
Ranma's hands went up in warding. And only she. Man, was she glad she wasn't Ranma–kun, now. And glad she was too old, probably, to be a shudo boy.
"Of course, not, Dear Brother. That would take having the actual courage to admit you prefer males," the laugh was more of scorn, this time. "Instead, you substitute young girls who are more boy than woman."
"You know that is not so, my twisted sister."
"Is that so?" Kodachi looked at Ranma. The redhead was still on guard, ready to neutralize her vampire attack.
So she attacked Megumi!
To Ranma, the glare of Kodachi's battle aura was nearly enough to make her squint!
And when had diminished, there Megumi stood, aged in energy, but not body, She was like a middle-aged woman who had given up her youth, no longer competing for the attentions of men. Life was now about living her life as a woman, not enjoying the fact.
Strangely, weirdly, Kuno did now pay her attention. To him, she had the best of both of what he craved, a youthful body but a sexless aura.
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"How'd you like her to be your sister?" Akiko asked Ikuko. They were not the kind of martial artist that truly saw battle auras, but they had seen, did see what Kodashi's words had done to Kuno. It was almost enough for them to feel sorry for him.
"She's not the Juliet-type." , "Yeah! Not like Akane this morning! So perfect!" , "I haven't stopped thinking about it, either."
Then Ranma knew! For ten years she'd been trained and conditioned by her idiot pop. It took ten years to perfect her ki techniques. It must have taken Kodachi ten years, too. For ten years her brother had been exposed and conditioned by her growing radiance! There had to have been times when he had to have wanted her badly. But he shouldn't or wouldn't or couldn't and didn't have her! Then the Brilliant Enlightenment – Nova Time came! The Breakthrough into the realm of pure ki energies for the first time! When you are struggling to keep from becoming totally lost in the void of the bright, white Essence and in danger of having your brain fried! For Ranma, it could have been a bigger disaster than the Cat Fist. Maybe some of the reason Pop was such an idiot was because some of his brain had been fried by his – or even from being too close to her own! – Nova Burst!
Kuno's brain definitely had been. He was burnt out on sexiness. It couldn't handle it any longer. His brain circuits no longer responded to it like a normal male. What he had said to Pop and them when he was at Akane's house, about the reasons he didn't use his wealth and status to go after women who didn't meet his standards, was probably true. But just because there were good reasons, did not mean a guy would be faithful to them. A guy's needs or just plain male pride can easily drive a normal man to overlook good sense. No, this was why he lived up to those justifications! Kodachi was right, Akane was a tomboy, or at least unfeminine enough to satisfy Kuno's sister-made warped desires.
But if Akane was a tomboy, it was because the innocent six-years old had been Kodachi's first victim!
It wasn't a Nova Burst, but the flare was fearsome! Ranma's ki was driven by the need for Revenge! Kodachi would PAY for what she had done to her friend! And a new technique was born in her! So new it, she didn't know she could control it! Didn't know if she could return to the way she had been up to now! But it was worth the risk to her girl brain for the sake of Akane, her only true friend.
Kodachi squinted, barely able to withstand the glare! But it was one she had never experienced before! It nearly overwhelmed her own sexiness! It threatened to explode it!
"NO! I AM the Black Rose! I am the one with the power! I am beautiful, more beautiful than all, and all must recognize it! I will not be the one to submit!"
The little dyke attacked! Kodachi reached for weapons that weren't there. In this futile distraction, the redheaded demon grabbed her and spun her and forced her down onto a chair. And then
She kissed her! No, this was not right! This was not how it was meant to be! She, Kodachi, was the woman with the Kiss of Submission! She made girls her thralls with it! She would not be the Bottom to this little wannabe Top! She had always been and always be the Alpha! Even men must be mere Betas before her!
But she felt it! Felt stirrings that she had kept cold! Sex wasn't important to her – Power was! She didn't need sex!
She didn't want sex! Sex made you stupid and stupid made you weak!
But she could not deny it. Sex wanted to break up past the dirt she had buried it in! This small pigtailed girl WAS a dyke! Her sexiness was so male, even manly! It was making her want, desire, yearn for more what feminine sexiness could not, had not, give her! She was a woman and women–
Kodachi drew on every bit of her female, womanly sexiness she could find quickly! Her own flare burst forth to blind all who could see battle auras. "I Am Not a Lesbian!" The idea had now become absolutely revolting to her! Her sexiness stealing technique had been a no more than part of her strategy to dominate other women, to use them not just as pawn and tools to her own ends, but as shields and barriers against males like her brother, the heir of the Kuno fortune and influence – just because he was a male! But Now it was no longer a game, something she could take lightly! This was serious – Too serious!
She slapped the impertinent, little peasant, lesbo! How dare her! How Dare her! How DARE her!
Ranma stood there in shock for a moment. Then ran, crying.
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"Just how bisexual is she?" Akiko asked in wonder at what she had just witnessed.
"Very," Ikuko answered.
"And more she than he."
"Very."
"Aggressively she."
"Very."
"I'm glad she doesn't have the hots for me."
"It's not what you think!" Akane cried. "Their battle auras were intense! I've never seen battle auras like those!"
"They were fighting?" , "It looked like they were kissing." , "Martial arts kissing?" , "If you say so, Akane." , "Yeah, we're martial artists, too." , "But we've never heard of anything like that!"
"If it's that kind of fighting, I wouldn't mind fighting Ranma," Hiroshi said.
"A kiss is just a kiss. And why bother?" Megumi said. "You just get germs."
"Kodachi's germs," Akane grimaced. Those were the lips that this morning had kissed her! –No! Those had been male! There was a guy brain behind them! It made a difference!
"Believe Akane, the goddess of the hunt!" Kuno said. "It is the better explanation of why the Venus above Venus, Ranma, would kiss my wayward sister."
"Wayward!? It is that dyke above dykes that is "wayward", dear brother! She is the perfect girl for you! Wed her and you'll be the bride! Do not be fooled by her outward appearance! She's not cute at all!"
"Thanks! Again, you say somethin' Ranma likes to hear!" a new male voice is heard.
"It's Romeo!" , "And he's dressed in...eww!" , "He's spoiling my romantic image of him."
"Gee, Romeo," Hiroshi said, "just how bisexual are you?"
The male Ranma was wearing a Men's Sizes chemise tanktop and tap pants. They were blue and silk. They were plain with no lace, frills or patterns. The straps weren't strings but wide. It was as non-effeminate underwear as this shop for women's apparel had to offer.
"Alright, Kodachi, this is it: The showdown! I'm sealin' your sexiness stealin' pathway! You will never rob girls of their sense of worth again!"
"You, wearing that lingerie for sissies, expect to be sexy? I sense from your battle aura that your confidence in…."
She stopped. Her eyes widened. She could not take her eyes off of him.
And neither could Ikuko and Akiko. Or any of the other women within yards, meters of him. And, further away, those who couldn't see him, felt a charisma. Any, that was, but two. Megumi lacked an interest, now, in males. And Akane was able to close the pathway to her own sexiness and even femininity in time.
Ranma was reaching, stretching for the very essence of male sexuality! He was doing it blind! His male brain had never done this before! This path to maleness was entirely different than for his female brain! It was shorter, more direct, now – But that was what made it so difficult to control! There was violence there! The emotions were simpler, blunter! The options more restricted! Winning was more important! Cooperation was only for gain! Short–term was more attractive! Sex was just–
Romeo.
Whose voice was that? The girl cold water made him? Akane? Juliet?
For her – For them! This was his short-term goal! It was for the longer-term goal of cooperation! Cooperation was winning! It opened up options! Those blended emotions and made more of them! And there was Friendship.
Kodachi snapped out of it and reach, stretched far and wide throughout her own, familiar, pathways, She would meet the threat of manliness with womanliness! She controlled her "harem" by first stealing their femininity and then giving the sexiness, even femininity of other women to them only on her terms! She would gather all the free and loose – and even gripped – femininity – not just female sexiness – and fling it at him until the boy in lingerie would crumble and, THEN add great insult for his attempt to coerce her into the stereotypical maidenly role, she would infuse his battle aura with that stolen femininity! This peasant Romeo would be made effeminate with it! Better: It would be all the womanliness that remained Akane Tendō! The Black Juliet would leave her Pale Romeo a shriveled up crone in feeling!
Only…. No! Akane Tendō didn't have any she could rob! She had shut down her pathway too completely! She was too sexless! It was a mistake for her to have wasted her time on her! She HAD to concentrate on the other women! They–
No! No! NO! There WAS so little, too little femininity she could grab! It was all going to Romeo! All the women in sight – even MILFs – were maidens smitten with this heartthrob! Their womanliness was part of the vortex he had created. He was feeding on it just as she had fed on the womanliness of others! Only: He was a male! Too male! He was giving them energy to feed off of as well, stirring up even more feeling of womanliness: A bond was made between him and his admirers that she, a woman with little masculinity could not break!
She had to run! She had to escape while she could! Fight another day – But RUN!
Kodachi left the chair and stumbled forward.
And into the arms of Romeo. He kissed her. And, by all that was unholy, she kissed him. Oh, this feeling. She had become just like these other women, who now yearned to be like her and feel Romeo's lips on theirs. Kodachi, the Black Rose had been defeated. She was merely a woman.
But how strong was the seal that kept her from feeding off of women's sense of worth as a woman?
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Tatewaki was stunned. Never had he seen his sister tear up, let alone run away from anything! She looked, dare he say, like a woman defeated by her own emotions. In fact, she was displaying emotions he didn't know she had.
"Akane," Romeo said. "Food. Lots of food!"
"Yes, Romeo! I understand! Waitress!" But all the waitresses in sight was paying attention to one person. One man. A man among men.
"I have to leave," he told Ikuko and Akiko and the other women now giving him hungry looks.
"Don't go, tall, dark and handsome," Megumi said, taking his arm and leaning her bra-covered boobs against him. A sudden eruption of womanly sexiness had filled her bareness.
It had with all the women of the shop. Ranma had not only released his hold on their sexy femininity, but that release had caused an explosion of the malestrom and all the feminine sexiness that wasn't sheltered within Kodachi was expelled from her and into the other women. All but the still closed Akane. Ranma really didn't understand what was happening. He had been adapting techniques he knew in new and different ways until he broke through into purities he had never attained before! Or wanted. He had to command forces he didn't know. He was using uncharted pathways. He could have – maybe did – become lost! His male brain could have been fried! He could have become a macho, womanizing, bad-boy jerk! The more he used this new technique and its pathway, he still could become like that! He would have all the women his new lust could handle! But…
they wouldn't be his friends. He would be lonely again. He didn't want to be a lone wolf. He did not want to be a wolf.
Male or female. To him, a pack was not a circle of friends. It wasn't about the hunt.
Megumi wasn't enough of a martial artist to know how to glomp. A twist and shake of his manly, muscular arm and Ranma was free. He did not leap away. He strode. He silently ignored or shook off any attempt to talk or touch him.
This made the woman desire him even more! So cool and masterful! He could be the top to their bottom, any day.
But they did not follow. They were content, for the moment, to just stare in appreciation of his perfect manly, athletic physique and attitude.
"You know, Romeo actually doesn't look bad in that lingerie," Akiko said.
"Underwear. Men wear underwear," Ikuko corrected.
"It's not what you call it, it's who can pull it off," Megumi said. "And Romeo can!"
"He has the confidence to do it!," Ikuko agreed.
"He's confident in his manliness! Whatever he wears, he knows he's male," Akiko sighed.
And she wasn't the only woman that sighed as Romeo suddenly leaped out of their sights.
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The small table was overloaded with all the food of high calories the cafe menu of the shop had to offer. The waitresses all wanted to serve the sister of Romeo, this Ranma Saotome!
"Akane!" the petite yet buxom redhead cried hurrying over. She was just as the women in the shop had thought she should be: She was a feminine as her brother was masculine. Okay, maybe they exaggerated those qualities. But it was what they wanted her to be like. They couldn't have Romeo, but they could have the fantasies that he now starred in. And they certainly didn't want to include another woman in them. And a woman that was his sister?! And a woman that had a masculine feel, a bisexual vibe? The woman that had so blatantly kissed another woman in front of them all!? That would have been a reality. They didn't want Romeo that way. It wasn't part of their fantasy life.
"Look, Akane!" and Ranma tugged on the "Drawstring!" of her tap panties.
"Wow, this shop really does have a variety of linger, err, underwear."
"But your chemise and panties are too baggy," Akiko told her.
"They're the wrong size," Ikuko said.
"I like them," Akane said.
"As do I," Kuno concurred.
"I don't," Hiroshi said. But no one cared or even heard what he had to say.
"Kasumi will figure something out on how to make them fit." Then Akane laughed.
"You're so excited about finding the perfect underwear, you're forgetting about the food!"
"Foo~d!" Ranma's mouth fell open and drool dribbled down the tongue hanging out. So unladylike, Akane smiled.
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Those that remained and saw how Ranma ate were made uneasy at the sight. Never had any seen a woman tear into food as fast and unmannerly as she did! How could she pack so much into that dainty little mouth of hers? Look how her boobs swung about so carelessly as she used the arms above them. Look how her legs are…. Oh, she is closing them, now. Well, not quite ladylike, now, but better. And isn't she also…
Ranma had at last reached the point where, for a while, she was no longerdependent on the Silky Darling of the ki reservoir. Her body could be sustained by the food she had eaten. But she needed to load up on more food to put off going to the Silky Darling again.
But now that she could pay attention to something besides that need, there was her growing hunger to please her female audience. She remembered how women sat, and sat the same way. She didn't remember their boobs bobbing about like hers were doing, so she got those under control. Her arms slowed down and she took more dainty bites.
More dainty, not real dainty, but more. (And Akane frowned.)
She didn't want to train to be sexy anymore, not then. What was important to her was girl and woman training. She just wanted to blend in and not stand out. And she knew she would be great at it! When it came to techniques, she was the Best!