Ranma of St. Bacchus, Chapter 32
By Chaos Orchid
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"Ah, yes. Out in the wilderness is where we belong. Away from the distractions of others."
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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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Ranma of St. Bacchus, Chapter 32
By Chaos Orchid
Strings
" 'Squishy'..." Hiroshi and Daisuke repeated the voluptuous redhead's word, their hands vaguely gesturing.
Nabiki taking pictures, "You're not that pinchable, Ran-san. You're obviously an athlete.
"Of course that doesn't include your boobs. It's a safe bet they're C cups."
The words entered 'Ran's head and 'her' tits became D cups, plumping up over the arm that was against (her) bare boobs. Squish!
Nabiki the photog noticed her model's arm pushed away from her ribs by 2 cm.
Hiroshi noticed, too, "Growth spurt!" Daisuke was smiling, too.
"She's a natural!" the clerk Moroboshi cried out with approval. "Tits get bigger with excitement! Red belongs in Kabuki-chō: She loves being an exhibitionist!"
He suddenly screamed as the shock monitor around his ankle zapped him as he made another attempt to jump over the hidden dog-fence line. He fell back onto the floor behind his wall of cases, cursing his wife for being too jealous!
'Ran' had enough. 'She' had felt like a she when she had been stripping. The only excitement she had felt was from the idea of winning the challenge of performing. (The idea of having to be perversely entertaining was, though, strange to 'her'.) Now that 'she' wasn't focused on moving 'her' body to best effect, 'her' focus shifted to the ogling (she) was getting from the guys. Males.
Part of her did like their attention. Just not in their crude way. Whatever approval she had of it quickly faded the longer she felt their eyes on her boobs, or figure, or legs or what was being covered by the C-string.
But none of that approval came from the (she) that didn't want to really be a girl. The best cope (she) could manage was being a tomboy. That meant wearing things like those ripped, stoned-washed jeans from Harajuku.
Instead (she) had to go back to the dress (she) came into the sex shop wearing. (She) wasn't happy with the girly cherry-and-leaves print on white thing. (She) did like reminding (her)self that the flared skirt left everything below (her) waist feeling as close to being a nude public decency allowed. A naturist with the air. But gusts could blow the hem up, so (she) had to wear something underneath.
(She) only now thought of the opinions her C-string would bring out.
Ran was sure Kodachi wouldn't like it. At all. (She) had to consider her rules until the balance of power was clearly established between them. (She) had to grudgingly follow the rules that kept the other* girls in order. Only then could (she) be able to blackmail the Black Rose by threatening to break their willingness to challenge her by showing everybody what a coward she really was. After that, the game would be over: (Her) scholarship would disappear. And, most likely, in haughty girl's humiliation, others' chances would go away, too. (Her) dormmates would no doubt be at the top of her hit list. She was, after all, the daughter of the school's owner.
Still, (she) had to grudgingly obey; (she) had to continually remind Kodachi of (her) threat. "I want a C-string of every color!" (she) announced while tying on the last item of clothing, the green apron. "But not tan."
"And where is that money coming from?" Nabiki asked, ready to smirk.
"Uh…." Something from a past (she) no longer remembered bubbled up from (her) subconscious. It had a familiarity of something (she) had done many times before. And what was more, it closed off the ongoing impulses that leaked in through the Reservoir from the girls next door whose job it was to titillate men. "A bet! If Kodachi's brother defeats me at your high school match, then I'll do what you want me to!"
"Are you sure you want to make that wager? I have witnesses to the oral contract."
'Ran' didn't expect that reaction. But in a moment (she) said, "I'm sure."
To Hiroshi and Daisuke, Nabiki said, "Collect a spectrum of C-strings for her, boys."
Hiroshi went to the rack. Daisuke didn't, "What's in it for us? I've been feeling like a non-player character."
"If she loses, I'll have her do some thing or two you want her to." And Daisuke went immediately to the rack.
'Ran', "Hey! I that's not what I meant! I'll only do what you tell me to! That's the bet! Nothin' with guys!"
"Don't worry," Nabiki said. "They're perverts, but they're also cowards. They know you can beat the crap out of them.
"And I'll tell you what, I'll throw in some nipple shields. Your nips will thank you. They'll added an extra layer of padding to your sports bra."
'Ran's' hand went to the left's covered nipple. It was chafed from moving against the bra's material. It was part of the school uniform, but most of the dormmates liked getting into other kinds of bras when they could. They debated on unpadded versus padded sports bras. Ranma had argued for the unpadded bra, it carried the sweat away better and allow for the boobs to move more naturally. But now?
Nabiki, "Daisuke, get her some of the nude pasties."
Soon Moroboshi was ringing up the purchases. But, "These silicone pasties are plain! You need something more exotic, more erotic to go with that compact, bimbo bod with the ultra-cute face!"
Nabiki shut his spiel down, "She doesn't work in the adult district. Ran goes to a good school." And it was important to her that the girl so sheltered by her privileged life that she was this naive and gullible remain among the elite of St. Hebereke. Blackmail would, then, be more of a threat to her. A threat she would feel when others saw her in provocative C-strings and pasties. Well, that was the scheme.
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'Ran' was finally shown led to the nearest train station.
Out of the alley-like street and onto a two-way one, the neon lights were brighter now that it was night, the streets more crowded. Bodies helped shield (her) from the wind, their heat from the chill that (her) thin dress exposed (her) to.
Even in the heels, everybody was taller than (her) and (she) had to be on (her) guard or be knocked back or over. More than that, (she) just felt awkward and out-of-place. (She) felt no familiarity with the city. This or (she) suspected any city. (She) was actually looking forward to returning to the 'prison' of the boarding school.
"...You really don't know about its visiting time(!)?" Nabiki asked. "How am I going to collect what you owe me?(!)"
"Do I owe you(?)" (Her) mind, though, was on what surrounded (her).
Nabiki's mind was on how she could use the clueless girl as an entry card to networking with the daughters of the elite. She was confident she had the skills to be a useful aide. "Well, Hebereke and Fūrinkan are sibling schools. I'm sure I can find the protocols."
"Or create them," Hibiki 'joked'.
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Kodaira was next to Nerima so 'Ran' had to put up with the oglers and the salesgirl until (she) could transfer to another train. "...Why do I need a personal aide?"
"A PA frees up your time and thoughts for more important matters by taking care of all the niggling little details of your life."
Everything was an annoying detail to 'Ran', but (she) didn't see how this girl could live (her) life for (her). "I don't really have the kind of details I think you're talkin' about."
"A PA can also arrange for you to have those kinds of details!"
"Why would I want more annoyin' details(?)!"
"I'll see that they're not annoying, remember?
"I'll prove what I can do for you by taking care of all of the details of your match with Kunō. I mean Tatewaki, brother of Kodachi. He's my classmate, remember?" As the French-braided girl hesitated, Nabiki moved in with, "I can guarantee you'll have a minimum of contact with him. (Except *smirk* during the fight.)"
"(I wish you could do that with his sister)" (she) muttered.
"So I'm your PA if I can limit your time with the Black Rose(?)"
"She's an annoyin', alright.
"But *sigh, she controls my scholarship."
"A challenge! There are other ways to get a scholarship. And at St. Hebereke. Say, through her brother?"
'Ran' smiled when (she) remembered, "They really don't like each other."
Nabiki, "Sibling rivalry. Kodachi has the intellect, but Tatewaki has the authority."
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After getting off the train, 'Ran' didn't wait to transfer. (She) went immediately to seeing how well (she) rooftop hopped. She was wearing a dress and it interfered with her view of her landing spots and its skirt was blown up towards (her) face when (she) missed and dropped to the ground. But it was a dark night with no neon lights and nobody outside of Hebereke knew (her), so (she) felt uninhibited in (her) thin C-string!
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When (she) pushed open the third-floor window across from (her) dorm room, the C-string was losing its novelty . (She) wished it could be holding something; what, (she) didn't identify. At least (she) was grateful for the nipple shields. Of course, (she) would have had less need for them if (she) had been wearing a bra.
The hallway was empty and quiet except for a single snorer. Lying on his belly, an arm dangling over the edge of the nearest vending machine, was Kodachi's runt ninja servant. 'Ran' was able to get inside (her) room without waking him.
Mao, Junko, Noa, Yuna and Yuko were asleep. That's what 'Ran' wanted to be. But first (she) had to go to the bathroom.
The door slid open. From above, Dorm 12's girl ninja told (her), "They know you broke curfew, Yamada Ran." And her knuckles tapped a ceiling tile near her head. "They", 'Ran' guessed, were the school's security guards stationed in the crawlspace above.
"I get it; I'm gonna get more punishment." And (she) went directly to the toilet, her hands reaching under the skirt to pull down panties that weren't there. "Force of habit," (she) explained to (her)self as (she) switched to pulling down front and back.
"Ack!" The C-string was held in place by the stickum. It would (almost) be like removing a bandaid if (she) pulled at it. But it was on an area of the body being sensitive. "C'mon, I can keep it in.
"Wait, isn't there un-stickum?(?) Where?..." It was in the invisible shoulder bag (she) forgot (she) had on and had a little difficulty finding. First out was a bottle of water. It was (her) insurance against becoming a guy, but at the moment (she) didn't want to have to think of liquids.
(She) threw the bottle at Ichi. The Kunoichi automatically caught it – and lost her hold! She dropped onto the tile floor. Awkwardly. She really did need to practice ninjutsu more.
"You gonna stay and watch me piss?" The answer was her going into her own dorm room.
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'Ran' would have slept completely nude if (she) had wanted to go through the extra bother of pulling the shields away and applying the adhesive remover. After all, nothing would be coming out of (her) nipples. …As (she) was falling asleep, a nightmare threatened with: Yet!