Ranma of St. Bacchus, Chapter 32
By Chaos Orchid
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Being open now open to the emotional ki energy of the thousands of girl entertainers of Kabuki-chō, Ran could identify with them. Especially, the one closest to her. Masuyo still had her sense of adventure. Like Ran.
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(she), (her), etc. are to indicate that while Ranma physically feels she is in a female body, psychologically (she) doesn't feel convinced she is female. Unparenthesized, it means her gender dysphoria has slipped down on her list of current concerns.
'She', 'her' means Ran's more accepting about being a girl.
She, her means she has fully embraced being a girl.
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Thongs and C-strings
Mentionables was narrow only because of the sheer amount of things hung on its aisle-making racks and resting on the wall shelves. Most were what could be thought of as clothing. But there were other curiosities in the glass cases the shopkeeper stood behind with his old-fashioned cash register. And on his wall, to add to the cacophoty, were framed things crammed next to each other. Things he obviously thought of as collectors' items.
Nabiki, "Some may be sexy, but all are revealing. Just what I expected.
"Perfect for you Ran." To be blackmailed by, St. Hebereke debutante.
A man not yet 30 entered from a door behind the counter, only then noticing, "Ah! Ladies! Welcome, Irasshaimase! I have the most affordable slutwear in all of Japan!"
Ran, "Slutwear?"
"You don't like the term? New to the job? It just means performance costumes! Cosplay! All of the entertainers in Kabuki come to me! Females, of course! I have no sizes for males!" His attitude was insistent. He wanted to only be around girls.
Hiroshi and Daisuke could relate to that. Let crossdressers find another audience.
"Costumes? As in roles?" Ran thought back to what the martial arts drama teacher had said while dressed as a woman: In East Asia, playing a role correctly is more important than actually being what you portray. So Confucian. It was like how all Kabuki theater girls were always played by guys. It put her at ease. "Okay. Help me forget I'm a tomboy."
Nabiki relaxed herself. The idiot storekeeper – his name tag read, [Moroboshi Ataru] – had almost warned the naive redhead off.
Okay had been the signal that immediately sent Hiroshi and Daisuke off to 'help' by looking through the racks for the kind of 'costumes' that would appeal to perverts.
But Ran already was interested in something, "I was told I should wear a, uh, G? C? string." She lifted the hem of her apron and skirt, "They gotta be better looking than these." The tan sports panties. She would decide after she knew what they were which would be the more practical for battling in.
Moroboshi, "Both have their positives! G-strings are easier to slip off – Perfect for a shōpabu! Is your new job at show-and-talk pub? No? (Disappointing.) There are other reasons to take off your lingerie!"
The local businesses want the tourists inside, where they had many more chances to drain them of their money. This Nabiki reminded to the big-mouth in no uncertain terms, "None them are legal. None out on the street. There is no public indecency."
"I didn't say that!" Moroboshi didn't like her. She seemed too intelligent for his own good! He grumbled, "Then get a C-string." He did brighten at, "It's barely there! I have ones that have you look bare: Totally! Show me your skin color and I can match it! Uh, you do shave, don't you? Well, a C-string can hide the unsightly hair – But its stickum will pull at the hairs when you take them off. I do sell the un-stickum, too!"
Nabiki let him talk. She was interested in the idea of adhesive applied to censorable areas of her own. "You no doubt have a shade for every skin complexion found in Japan."
"I have good customers from Melanesia, as well! They prefer breathable cloth, but I also have them in silicon or…latex. Latex is a popular fetish! My selection of latex–"
Nabiki, "Latex covers. It's texture is too smooth and artificial. I want to photograph real skin.
"Well, Ran?"
"Yes. Real skin. I like being nude. I mean a naturist. If there's something barely there that looks bare, I want to try it!"
"A nudist(?) An exhibitionist?! You've found the perfect place for it in Kabuki!
Nabiki expected Hiroshi and Daisuke to make a stupid remark, confusing the elaborated costumed and madeup Kabuki actors with the city of Kabuki-chō. Instead, they were holding different negligees up against themselves, imagining Ran in them.
Or maybe herself?
Moroboshi, "The briefest panties are over there: furthest aisle, last things on the rack before those full-length mirrors!"
Nabiki raised an eyebrow, "You don't have dressing rooms?"
"This is Kabuki! This shop is for exhibitionists. And proud of it!"
Hiroshi and Daisuke cheered!
Ran was already heading for the back of the store. The two boys followed. Nabiki followed, a tube now in her shirt's breast pocket.
Moroboshi didn't follow. He stayed behind the wood-and-glass cases. There seemed to be no way out for him.
Instead he went to a tilted CCTV monitor on a shelf under the cash register. Creepily, he giggled in anticipation…
Ran picked out the first barely there panties she saw that looked skin colored. It might of been her complexion, but she was more interest in trying it on. To see if it fit her attitude. Holding it in her teeth, she pulled her stretchy sports panties off her butt and down her thighs; first one knee up and foot out of it, then the other. She unintentionally upset the two voyeurs.
"Aw, man! Her skirt's too long." , "Show us your sideways smile!"
"That's going to cost you."
Nabiki, "That's right, perverts. There are no freebies in Kabuki-chō.
"Even I'm paying my model."
"That's right(!)" Ran said, now looking for where she should put her tan panties.
"The shoulder bag(?)" Nabiki stated the obvious. About an invisible bag.
"Geez! I forgot I have it!" She couldn't really feel it, but she could read where it should be through her martial arts abilities. Inside, they, too, were invisible.
Ran was ready to put on the G-string, C-string…thong? Whatever it was.
Nabiki pulled it out of her hands and gave her another. It wasn't a so-called 'nude', but green. As green as the apron she was wearing. "This is what my model is wearing. And there is where you'll be wearing it."
Ran grumbled but did not argue. She stepped up on a platform similar to the ones the teachers' desks sit on in classrooms. On it, though, was only a three-way mirror. The redhead immediately stepped into the whatever. Its front was ruffled and just high enough to cover her leotard-waxed pubes. Nabiki was taking pictures.
And the boys were unhappy, "The dress is still in the way!" (And Moroboshi agreed, "That's right!)
Nabiki, "I'm reminding you two I brought you to advise me on what perverts like best in non-nudes. I am not going to sell pictures of my sister naked or censored."
She looked at the voluptuous cutie with her skirt raised so she could see in the mirrors how well the thong looked on her. Nabiki got a calculating look. "Of course, this girl isn't my sister.
"Okay, virgins. Find me some stage props and you may get your peep show.
"But nothing overtly sexual! No dildos, no vibrators, nothing crotchless."
Ran's mind was on other things, "The back is missing. There's only this string going up my butt crack."
Nabiki took pictures of her running her finger under it, pulling it away. "That's the way thongs are supposed to be, Ran-san. G-strings, too.
"Let's make things more interesting for the boys. And the camera: Naked apron. I challenge you to get that dress off without flashing."
The Hiroshi and Daisuke were about to complain, until Moroboshi cried, "Undressing is the main course of a strip show!
"Boys, give her those Lucky Four-leaf Clover pasties over there! G-strings and pasties are the fig-leaf salad before the desert!"
A press of a button and the store's speakers played,
"Let me entertain you
"Let me make you smile
"Let me do a few tricks
"Some old and then some new tricks
"I'm very versatile…"
Ran, "They're all going to be new to me." But she undid the bow in the back of the apron, then reached under the apron's bib and unbuttoned the top of the shirt dress. Why she thought of an iron corset, she did not know. All she did know that the shirt-like part was too snug against her for it to go down past her flared hips. She had to bring the apron straps down off her shoulders before slipping her arms up and out. And bring the yoke up over her red head.
She felt the emotional ki energy seeping in from the girls performing in the shōpabu, show pub, next door. She didn't feel sexy. She felt pleased that she was attractive. The more eyes on her, the more she was a winner. Still.
Ran turned her back to her audience. They had multiple views of her in the three mirrors. She dropped the apron.
Shifting her weight on one leg then to the other and back, she bowed. She wiggled her womanly hips as the skirt was slid…slowly…up to and over her luscious butt. Eyes focused on the thong as the skirt continued up her bent back. The skirt went past her French braid, then over her arms. Her back rose as she held the dress-shaped material against her breasts, turning to look at her audience over a shoulder. Teasing.
She presented her curves as she turned towards the onlookers, one knee higher as she also crouched. Low enough to take hold of the fallen apron on the platform–
Moroboshi screamed in pain! And Ran forgot about keeping herself covered and leaped across the room, over the racks, onto the floor and hopping a hip onto a glass case. The man was on the floor, the foot of his right leg raised. Around his ankle was something (she) did not recognize.
Nabiki did. After hurrying over, she saw that, "He's wearing an ankle monitor like people under house arrest."
"I'm Not a criminal!" Moroboshi insisted loudly! "My jealous Wife put this on me!"
Nabiki, "No doubt to keep you from becoming a criminal. You were turned on by my model's show, you wanted to do more than just look at her, didn't you?"
"It's shocking you don't trust me, too!" he protested, admitting nothing.
"Be glad she didn't put a dog's shock collar on you as well."
"She did once! And put me on a leash!"
"Ran-san, nothing will happen to him…or you…as long as he stays behind the barrier of the cases. Let's get back to our photoshoot." Her camera was already taking pictures of the now topless buxom girl.
'Ran' was out of the mood. (She) did recapture enough of the emotional ki energy to feel like a pretend 'she', but not an unqualified she. 'She' slipped off the case top onto the floor.
Taking her arm, Nabiki stopped her from removing the thong, "It is illegal to show genitalia and it's simpler not to have to censor edit. Let's get you into a G-string next."
" 'kay" was the girl's answer, but it didn't look like she would be an enthusiastic model. That would show up in the photos.
Nabiki took the tube from from her shirt's breast pocket. "Or a C-string. This should interest a martial artist." The magic words spoken and 'Ran' became interested. "Body adhesive. A quality brand should keep your panties in place no matter how extreme your your moves are."
"I won't have to wear sports panties?" 'she' hoped.
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Still topless, an arm keeping her tits in place, 'Ran' was back on the platform with the mirrors. The side mirrors showed nothing on 'her' hips as if 'she' were nude; the back mirror showed only a wedge shape broadening out from the top of 'her' butt crack. There was no mirror to reflect 'her' front. The camera side. 'Her' pussy was covered by a white polyester-nylon blend. An area smaller than what the thong had covered.
'She' high kicked forward, sideways, backwards. 'She jumped and spun around to land in a sumo squat. Only when 'she' did a high backflip-and-tuck was 'she' satisfied. "I like how the memory wire hidden inside helps keep the panties on, too! I might not even need the stickum."
Nabiki, "You will need the adhesive if you continue doing stunts like you just have."
The delectable girl looked over a shoulder as 'she' twisted her butt around so 'she' could get a better view of it, "Now I like the string goin' up my butt crack. It gives them more freedom of movement!"
Daisuke, "And it allows your ass to jiggle more!"
'She' frowned as (she) threatened to come back. "I'm gonna have to practice until this soft body don't jiggle, waggle and flop more. It's annoying bein' squishy."