The Shikima Interface
Chapter Three, Mother and Daughter
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma 1/2,
and the anime La Blue Girl. I have no rights whatsoever to the
characters
depicted herein.
Other chapters of this can be found at the RAAC archive.
As well it is on the following home pages.
The Sakura lemon page.
<http://anime.muck.com/~sakura/>
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This is a lemon, another word for porn. If that offends, do not read
this.
It also may contain NC sex if that offends you don't read this.
If you think anything might offend you don't read this.
If you are under age for adult material, don't read this.
This chapter also contains excessive amounts of plot and
characterization.
If you dislike that, don't read this.
Anyone else, please for goodness sake read this and let me know
what you think.
Of course as May West said, "Goodness has nothing to do with it."
A note concerning symbols. This {} means inserted thoughts by the
demons in the story.
Short note.
I was busily working away on Chapter three of the Shikima
Interface, when Green Eyes, my petite, red headed, pre-reader,
suggested I should do a section where Nodoka takes Ranma
shopping. I told her to go ahead and write me a draft of what she
would like.
Much to my surprise, she did. I liked it, and started to weave it
into the beginning of Chapter three, then in my usual manner, I got
carried away and this ended up big enough to rate its own chapter,
and so here it is. This really should be considered a side story, but I
don't want to start using some sort of weird numbering system, this
is the third part out, so it is chapter three.
It takes place on the day Shampoo and Nabiki consummated
their relationship, but starts during the morning, and ends before
Nabiki goes to bed.
So for all of you out there who are saying, "When is he going to
get this bloody story moving, more than three hundred K and only
three days covered." I'm sorry.
However the good news is, Chapter four, the former chapter
three, will be out in a very short time as I already have a great deal
of it done, and it will start to advance the plot.
So without any further delays, on with the story.
Part One.
It was a beautiful day in Nerima: the sky was blue, the birds
were singing, and the soft glow from the morning sun gilded
everything it touched. In many homes the families were eating
breakfast on the balcony or porch, taking full advantage of the warm
dry weather, and drinking in the beautiful morning. As they ate,
many listened to the radio as the local weatherman announced that
the unprecedented dry spell was going to last for yet another day,
bringing the total number of days without rain to four. It was a
testament to the fine morning that fully 15 percent of his listeners
believed him.
Over at the Tendo dojo, the morning was off to a normal
beginning. Soun was standing on the porch, brushing his teeth
while he took in the beautiful morning. Savory smells issued from
the kitchen, as Nodoka filled in for the absent Kasumi. Upstairs
Nabiki was hiding in her bed, the pillow pulled over her head, as she
roundly cursed all martial artists.
Over in the dojo the reason for her annoyance got ready to
make even more noise.
"Ha, you call that a punch? I've seen better punches from a
kid."
"Just wait Ranma, you'll get yours."
"Not if you keep swinging like that, I won't Akane. Whoops . .
. not bad, that kick almost got me, or it would have if I was eighty
years old and had arthritis."
"You Baka, quit jumping around like a demented frog, and
fight. Or have you forgotten that you need to actually hit someone to
win a fight?"
"I'm just tiring you out Akane. By the time you've dragged
that pile of meat around for a few more minutes, I won't have to hit
you. You'll fall over on your own."
"What's the matter Ranma, jealous because I'm better built as a
guy then you ever were? And I do mean all over, I saw you in the tub
that time don't forget."
"Yea, you had a really good look. Then you had the nerve to
call me a pervert. Anyway, who says you're better built? Just
because you're bigger, don't make you better."
"I seem to remember a lot of times when you thought having
bigger breasts made you a better looking girl than me."
"That's not the same thing. Breasts are different. They're just
decorations. Muscles have to be used for something or their just
excess meat, like yours."
"Decoration's?! Boy are you ever in for a surprise."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing, I don't want to take away your mother's
fun, I'm sure she's looking forward to telling you all about being a
girl. Now how about getting a little closer so I can use some of this
excess meat on you."
"No way, if you want me, come and get me slow poke."
"Alright, I will. I've been wanting to get my hands on you all
morning. I can't believe it, that bra actually makes you look even
sexier. Ha! Got you."
Akane's punch hit Ranma in the left arm and drove it into her
body, sending a shock up Akane's arm. Before Akane realized that
Ranma was not going to roll with it, and tried to pull his punch, it
was too late. Ranma was lifted off the floor by the force of Akane's
punch, and was sent sailing nearly twenty feet to land on a pile of
mats.
Akane was shocked at the sudden and violent end to their
sparring session. He blurted out, "Ranma! What's wrong? Why
didn't you dodge that? Are you alright?"
Ranma answered none of his questions. Instead she got
painfully to her feet and without looking at Akane, stripped off her
Gi top. Then she pulled the sports bra she had been wearing off over
her head, wincing as she had to twist her left arm to get it off, and
threw it with all her might across the room. Then she stomped out
of the dojo, roughly pulling her Gi top back on over her bouncing
breasts.
Akane watched her go, an expression of utter shock on his face.
What on earth was that all about? Then his eyes fell on the limp
sports bra where it lay crumpled on the floor. He slapped his
forehead with the heel of his hand. "You baka! The bra! You told
her she was wearing a bra. O damn, now what am I going to do?
Aunty will freak if she sees Ranma without it." Shaking his head he
headed for the bathroom to clean up and change. Maybe he could
catch Ranma before her mother saw her.
Ranma's stomach growled, as the smell of Nodoka's cooking
teased her senses. She had spent only enough time in the bathroom
to rinse the sweat off. Then she had changed into her old silk outfit,
and gone down to the dining room. She was feeling miserable. How
could Akane do that to her? Akane knew how much Ranma hated
the thought of wearing a bra. How could Akane go along with
Nabiki and trick her into thinking it was just an athletic support?
And then to laugh at her about it!
"Still mad Ranma?" Akane asked, as she knelt down next to
Ranma at the dining table. Ranma snarled, and turned her
back to Akane, her loose breasts swaying slightly under her red
shirt.
"Baka! Ranma grow up! It's only a bra. You need to wear one
now that you're no longer protected by the curse. If you don't, those
big breasts you're so proud of will be hanging to your knees in a few
years. And why are you wearing that outfit? Unless you want to
blow your disguise, you had better wear the yellow dress we bought
the other day. The instant anyone sees you in that outfit they'll
know who you are, different hair color or not."
Ranma covered her ears with her hands, and started humming,
drowning out Akane's voice. Akane struggled to hold in her temper,
not wanting to hit her fiance a second time that day. Then a new
element entered the picture.
Akane looking over Ranma head, said "good morning Aunty,
do you need help with breakfast this morning?"
Standing in the doorway of the kitchen Nodoka smiled at her
daughter and Akane. Ignoring the frantic hand signals and mouthed
pleas from Soun and Genma, she said "Yes Akane, I would be
delighted if you'd help me. Ranma, would you like to help as well."
Ranma just grunted in reply.
Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Nodoka eyed her new daughter,
then noticed something was missing. My goodness, as Kasumi
would say. Why isn't Ranma wearing a bra? I thought Akane and
Nabiki had convinced her that she needed one.
She sighed. Making Ranma into a proper lady was not going to
be easy. One problem was that she did not really have her heart in
the job. She wanted her son back with all her heart, but as Ranma's
mother, it was her duty to see that Ranma learned to live with, and
adapt to, her new condition.
She went over in her mind the story Ranma had told her. One
point that had stuck indelibly in her mind, was that Ryouga had told
Ranma the amount of potion she had drank guaranteed her being
stuck permanently as a girl. As a matter of fact, he had not said
Ranma was stuck, but that her female body was now her real one.
She had no male body to return to, not unless she found some
Nanniichuan water that would not be repelled like the water Nabiki
and Akane had tried to splash her with. Ranma had at the time,
claimed that Ryouga must have been mistaken, because she was
regaining some of her Ki fueled abilities.
Nodoka was not convinced. It made sense that Ranma would
leap at any possibility that she was not going to be permanently
female, but Nodoka was afraid that hope would do more harm then
good. If Ranma felt that she would regain her male body at any
time, then she would make no effort to adapt to her new female
nature. That could be very bad, Ranma needed to learn so much,
needed to change so much. It was going to be hard enough as it was,
without her thinking it was all for nothing.
If she 'was' going to change back, it would happen long before
any changes Nodoka might manage could set in and effect her
character permanently. However if she was not going to change
back, all that time would be wasted if Ranma had not been learning.
If they left it up to Ranma, it might be years before she conceded the
truth. No, they had to start teaching Ranma the proper way to
behave, or else she risked dishonoring herself, and by association her
family. Nodoka had made it her mission in life to
uphold the honor of the Saotome clan, and she intended to do just
that. Lord knows her husband would not, despite his bluster on the
subject.
"Ranma-chan, my daughter, remember what we spoke about
last night."
Ranma seemed to pull her body into an even tighter space, but
reluctantly she nodded her head, but did not look up at Nodoka.
Akane noticed that Ranma still had not looked at her Mother.
Laying a hand gently on her shoulder, she said, "Ranma you're not
being polite."
Startled by the sudden touch, almost panicked by the visions of
women's underwear that had been running through her mind,
Ranma shouted out at the top of her lungs, "I'm a man! I ain't going
to wear no bra! I don't care if my breasts do hurt!" Ranma blushed
deep red as she realized what she had just announced to the world,
her mind finally catching up to her mouth. She sneaked a look at
Akane, whose amused grin started to make her mad all over again.
Oops, Genma thought, time for the ultimate secret, anything-
goes martial art's move. "Soun my old friend, how about a game of
Shogi in the yard, it's such a nice morning" Genma said quietly.
Catching on Soun nodded his head, and both he and Genma beat a
hasty retreat.
Ranma's anger vanished as she looked at her mother's face.
Nodoka was making no effort to hide her disapproval from her
strong willed new daughter. With more than just a hint of her
underlying anger in her voice she said, "Ranma, no daughter of mine
will go bobbing around like that! You 'will' wear a bra! That is all
I have to say on the subject! So, get use to the idea!" Nodoka hated
taking this tact with Ranma, but she knew that if she softened,
Ranma would suffer for it in the long run. She was going to have to
play the stern mother to the hilt. Hopefully Ranma would forgive
her for it in the end, but whether she did, or did not, Nodoka knew
she was doing the right thing.
In a slightly lighter tone of voice Nodoka repeated her earlier
statement. "I hope you have remembered what we talked about last
night daughter."
Ranma winced at her mom calling her daughter. "Errr, sure
mom, you talked to me about being a girl. You showed me how to
sit like a girl, how to eat like a girl, and hmmm, how to kneel proper
like a girl. Shoot mom, I been trying all morning to do what you
said. Heck I even practiced on talking proper, ain't that right
Akane."
Both Akane and Nodoka looked at each other, then at Ranma.
Akane sighed, and then addressed Nodoka, "well Aunty, she did try.
But to be honest, she has a lot yet to learn about being a lady."
"Hmm, well that is to be expected." Nodoka said with a smile.
"Frankly I would be much more worried if she were to become a
refined lady overnight. I would have to have a very serious talk with
my husband if that were the case."
Ranma smiled at the thought that her father might suffer from
her learning to be a girl quickly. Then her smile widened as she
thought of the other implication in Nodoka's statement. Mom did
not expect her to learn how to be a girl quickly. Maybe she could
drag this out for as long as it took for the potion to wear off.
Nodoka's next words quashed that hope.
"We can't let Ranma's manliness get in the way however. We
are going to have to be very firm with her. I hope I can count on
your help Akane?"
"Yes, of course, I'll do whatever it takes."
"Good, Ranma must learn the proper manner to behave, but
with your firm hand and my guidance I am sure she will improve."
Redirecting her gaze to Ranma she continued. "I am referring
Ranma, to the shopping trip we are going on today." As Ranma
turned pale, Nodoka calmly added, "Akane-chan I would be honored
if you would join us. I have invited Nabiki as well. I think Ranma
will need all the moral support she can get."
Akane grinned, happy to be invited. Then she started to think
over what Nodoka had just said. Oh my gosh, did Nodoka just give
me permission to help train Ranma. The thought of being in charge
of Ranma's training was stimulating. She would have to spend lots
of time with her making sure she was dressing properly, that she was
wearing panties and not boxers.
Of course a physical inspection every day before school would
be a must. Her mind dwelt for a minute on the happy image of
Ranma standing in the middle of her bedroom, while Akane ran her
hands up under her dress to check that she was wearing panties, and
then cupping her breasts to see that they were properly contained.
She was brought out of her day dream by Nodoka's directing some
firm words toward Ranma.
In a calm voice that still hinted of steel covered in velvet, she
said, "Ranma, go upstairs and change into that nice yellow dress, we
have a lot of things to do today, besides the shopping."
With a poorly concealed smirk, Ranma said. "But mom, I can't,
I accidently ripped the zipper last night getting it off me."
"Well Ranma," drawled Nabiki as she came into the room,
"it's a good thing we bought you two dresses. The sky blue one
remember?"
Head down, suddenly very depressed, Ranma muttered, "Oh
yeah, how could I forget." She started to walk slowly up to her
room.
Nodoka sighed as she watched her daughter leave the room.
Her heart went out to her, but she reminded herself, she had to be
firm, for Ranma's sake. She turned to face Akane, and asked.
"Akane would you mind terrible helping Ranma get dressed.
Perhaps she will listen to you on how to be more feminine. After all,
she sees you as another Martial Artists. At the very least you can
prevent her from ripping her last dress."
"Yes Aunty," Akane agreed."I would be happy to." Turning
she headed for the stairs.
Akane was surprised when she caught up to Ranma. She was
not even at the top of the stairs yet. Baka! Akane thought, Why is
she moping, shopping is so much fun.
Reaching out, she placed her hand on Ranma's bottom and
pushed. Ranma gave a startled squawk, and tried to move her rear
away from Akane's hand. This caused her to ascend the stairs much
more rapidly then she wished, and Akane kept the pressure on after
they reached the top, forcing Ranma to hurry down the hall. Akane
chuckled to herself at Ranma's efforts to escape her hands. She felt a
little tingle as she continued to gently cup and pat Ranma's bottom.
I can't get over how nice her bottom feels in my hands, so round, so
soft and yet hard when she tenses it. "Akane, stop that" Ranma
whispered, as the feel of Akane's hand on her bottom started to
generate little sparks of pleasure. "Stop that." She repeated when
Akane only increased her touching.
Akane chuckled at the note of panic in Ranma's voice. She
could tell by her flushed face, and wide eyes, what was happening
between Ranma's legs, and that knowledge made her a little giddy.
"Ok if you don't like that, how's about this?" She said, and began to
tickle Ranma's sides. . Half heartily batting Akane's hands away
Ranma tried frantically to keep the laughter Akane's action were
causing bottled up. As a result when it finally escaped it came out as
a high pitched giggle that mortified Ranma. She tried to race ahead
to her room only to be yanked to a stop as Akane grabbed the back of
her shirt.
Akane said, "I think you should change in my room. I have a
full length mirror on my closet door. You'll be able to see how to
dress yourself more easily there."
"Hey, I can dress myself just fine."
"Really? Then why did you rip the zipper in your new dress
getting undressed?"
Ranma stood for a second, trying to think of some explanation
other than the truth, that she had deliberately ripped the zipper.
Akane did not give her a chance to think of one.
Taking the chance to fondle Ranma's bottom again, Akane
steered the protesting girl to Ranma's bedroom door and opened it
up, "In you go." In a minute Akane had found Ranma's blue dress
and started back toward the red faced girl. The red faced Ranma did
not give her another chance at her bottom. Turning she raced out of
her room and down the hallway to Akane's.
Breathing hard, Ranma's face became crimson once again as
she stripped in front of a grinning Akane. Quickly, trying not to
think about what she was wearing she put on her other sports bra.
Then with Akane offering advice and a helpful hand she pulled on a
simple light sky blue dress that Nabiki had picked out for her
yesterday. Looking in the mirror she saw a beautiful girl looking
back at her. She did not dwell on that girl for long. The other girl
in the mirror captured her interest. She stared at Akane, who was
visible over the shoulder of her mirror image. Ranma could
not help comparing her new body to Akane's female one. I may have
bigger breasts, but Akane is drop dead beautiful, she thought.
Akane found herself blushing as she noticed Ranma staring at
her. Twirling around she showed off the summer dress she had
slipped on while Ranma had been wrestling with the hated bra. She
asked Ranma, "so, what do you think?"
Ranma, without thinking, blurted out. "You're beautiful
Akane." As her brain caught up to her mouth, Ranma blushed as she
realized what she had just said. Akane surprised her when she
stepped up and gave her a hug. Trapping the smaller girl in her
arms, Akane nuzzled Ranma's cheek, and whispered back, "so are
you Ranma, so are you."
Akane could not get over how nice it felt to hold Ranma, and
how much pleasure it gave her. The feel of Ranma's large breasts
pressing against the bottom of her breasts was indescribable.
"Girls, are you ready yet? Breakfast is ready." Nodoka's voice,
calling from downstairs, caused them to break their embrace.
Quickly smoothing the front of their dresses, Akane called out, "yes
Aunty, we'll be right down." Licking her suddenly dry lips, Ranma
lead the way down the stairs with Akane following close behind. As
Ranma walked, she kept clenching her bottom, but Akane made no
effort to fondle her. She was relieved, and yet under the relief she
felt, there was a little disappointment.
In the dining room Ranma and Akane joined Nabiki and
Nodoka who were quietly talking about the merits of certain stores.
Soun and Genma, had returned from their outdoor Shogi game and
were sitting quietly watching Nodoka, much in the way that a
demolition expert might watch a bomb that had not exploded when
expected. Their posture gave every indication of their readiness to
beat a retreat if Nodoka's fuse started sputtering again.
Ranma immediately grasped her rice bowl and began to dig in.
"Ranma remember your lessons on table manners," Nodoka
gently hinted to Ranma. Sighing Ranma set the bowl
down and watched the other girls eat. Silently vowing not to fail her
mother Ranma, hesitantly at first, began to imitate Akane. Breakfast
proved to be one long lesson for Ranma, with Nodoka and Akane
constantly correcting her eating habits. She was not even allowed to
spar with her father. With just a stare, and a clearing of her throat,
Nodoka stopped Genma from stealing Ranma's food.
Akane was amazed that Ranma was sitting still and actually
trying to correct her table manners. For the first time she began to
hope that Ranma could actually eat like a normal person, rather than
a human garbage disposal.
After breakfast and the cleaning up of the dishes, which Ranma
excelled in, though Nodoka chided her on the bad manners of
juggling someone else's dishes, Nodoka announced, "Come on
ladies, we have work to do. Soun, you and that worthless husband of
mine will have to fend for yourself tonight, but don't worry, Akane
made you both dinner. It's in the fridge." Ranma smirked
at Genma and Soun as she followed Akane outside. Ha, at least I
won't be eating her cooking today. She thought, with no small
amount of satisfaction. Just because she had admitted her love for
Akane, did not mean she was crazy enough to voluntarily sample
anything Akane had cooked, or ever would. The two men groaned
in despair as the three ladies, and one transformed boy, left them to
their fate.
With Nodoka and Nabiki walking ahead, Akane gave into a
perverted impulse she had been fighting all morning. She smiled to
herself, and swung her hand down to swat Ranma on her rear.
"Akaneee, what was that for!" Ranma hissed in mingled anger
and embarrassment, whirling to face Akane, surprised to find herself
blushing.
"What was what for little girl?"
"Grrr, I ain't a girl and besides I think you enjoyed that,"
accused Ranma. Ranma whirled back around to face her mom.
Gods, why am I blushing so much, and why does Akane swatting my
bottom make me so horny. What is wrong with me . . . I'm a guy
damn it . . . O man, I hope mom didn't see that.
Outside the gate, Nodoka turned to Nabiki. "Now I want to
thank you girls for taking the time the other day to buy some clothes
for Ranma, so I want you to feel free to get a dress or two for
yourselves today as well."
"Aunty, can you afford that" Akane asked, "I mean we used
your credit card yesterday." Smiling, Nodoka
responded,"don't worry dear, money is one thing I seem to have no
problems with. I've been saving for ten years to give Ranma a start
in life, now the money just has to be used for something a little
different then I intended is all. Besides, Nabiki gave me the receipts,
she only charged Ranma's clothing to my account. Your clothing,
she paid for out of your families account. So this is my little treat. A
way of saying thank you for all the help you gave Ranma in her time
of need."
Akane blushed, and hoped Nodoka never found out all the ways
she had helped Ranma deal with her needs the other day.
During the bus trip Ranma sat with Nabiki, while Nodoka and
Akane, whispered together. Try as she could Ranma could not hear
a word they were speaking. Irritated Ranma asked, "what are they
whispering about Nabiki?"
Nabiki thought, she is as cute as can be, even frowning she
looks cute, she's going to make me a fortune. Smiling fondly at the
smaller girl, who had just placed visions of yen in her head, Nabiki
answered. "You really have no idea do you? No, don't answer that
Ranma. I can't hear them, but I imagine that they are discussing
what type of apparel to get you. To answer your unspoken questions,
no I do not feel left out and neither should you. You know next to
nothing about female clothing, so you could not contribute to the
conversation at all. And if they didn't care for you they would not
be talking at all." Grinning Nabiki added, "as for me, your mother
and I spent most of the morning discussing you."
Ranma slumped back in her seat and stared out the window.
She could not decide if she was mad or happy. Settling for
depressed, she was silent for the rest of the bus trip.
Nodoka lead the three young ladies though the mall into one of
several exclusively ladies, apparel shops. As she had hoped, the
store was mostly empty at this time of the day. "Ok ladies, you
know our mission. Ranma we are going to pick out several dresses
for you. You will get to decide if a dress is right for you, but," she
added holding up her finger, "you will have to model each one, and
you will have to pick out at least five dresses tonight. And, if you
can't choose, then we will. Also, we all have to agree on your
choices. Ok ladies let's get to work."
An excited chorus of, "Hai," and a depressed, "Yes mom,"
sounded out as Akane took Ranma's hand and lead her into the
shop. Not given a chance to protest, Ranma was hustled over to a
rack of summer dresses that Akane had been eyeing. Nodoka
decided to pick out skirts and blouses for Ranma, while Nabiki went
up to discuss business with the saleslady.
Nabiki was pleasantly surprised to find the owner of the store,
who she knew well, was working tonight. Smiling she approached
the unsuspecting woman, moving through the racks of clothing like
a shark through the ocean.
"Good morning Natsumi, how did you make out on the income
taxes this year? Would you like my help again next year?" Nabiki,
in an amazingly short period of time managed to talk the proprietor
into a 15% reduction on everything they bought tonight, provided
their order exceeded a minimum of 30,000 Yen, with 2% of the
profits as a bonus, to be given to Nabiki, for every yen over 40,000
yen. Nabiki grinned as she walked back to Nodoka, she knew
Nodoka had planned to spend at least 70,000 yen today. 600 yen
might not be much, but it was the principal of the thing.
In a daze, Ranma tried her best to avoid touching anything in
the store, closing her eyes and standing still, she began doing a Kata
in her mind as a distraction. It did not work. Nervous sweat began
breaking out on her forehead. When the others started coming up to
her, holding garments up against her body, comparing her hair
color and eye color to the various dresses, she started to feel faint.
Ranma watched, panic stricken, as they gathered an alarming
amount of clothing for her to try on. Her expression growing more
bleak with every item added to the pile. Suddenly Akane, grabbed
her upper arm, and half guided and half pushed Ranma into the
dressing rooms.
Once in the changing room, Akane glanced at her fiance's pale
face. She's scared to death. I am such a baka sometimes. Chewing
her lip in concern, she placed the undergarments she was carrying
on the small shelf provided, and thought hard on how to calm her
fiance. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, and to work up her
courage, she stepped up close to Ranma. Gently she reached out,
and pulled the smaller girl towards her. Cupping her face with her
hands, she tenderly kissed Ranma on her lips.
"What, Akane . . . " Ranma, startled, emerged from her blue
funk, she blinked and stepped back from Akane into the corner of
the small changing room.
"Shhh, Ranma, relax, look I know how hard this is on you."
Without thinking Ranma hotly replied, "No you don't. You
don't change sexes you kawaiikune tomboy, how can . . . oh."
Ranma stopped, realizing how foolish that statement was, Akane did
know what it was like now. Ranma finished lamely, "well it's
different for a guy, dammit."
Akane, feeling hurt and angry responded, "baka! I'm just trying
to help you. Either you do what I say, or else."
"Or else what, you skinny tomboy," Ranma yelled back,
immediately regretting her words as Akane lunged for her. Ranma
tried desperately to dodge her attack, but the small room allowed no
room for maneuverability. Akane was almost as surprised as
Ranma, when she managed to grab the smaller girl left arm, but she
wasted no time in using her unexpected advantage, twisting the arm
painfully behind Ranma's back, she forced the smaller girl up on her
toes.
"Ouch, alright already Akane, stop it."
"Only if you agree to stop acting like a spoiled little girl. We're
trying to help, and you're putting no effort into this at all."
Nodoka was waking toward the changing room with three
lovely dresses she felt appropriate for a young lady to wear. Just as
she was about to open the door the two girls started yelling at each
other. Hesitating, she listened and thought carefully before she
opened the door to see Akane standing behind Ranma, holding
Ranma's arm up behind the smaller girl's back.
Both girls froze as Nodoka stared at both of them with one
eyebrow raised. They both blushed furiously, and Akane allowed
Ranma's arm to drop to her side. Rubbing her elbow Ranma
directed a small smile at her mother.
"Akane was just trying out a new move." She said, her
explanation sounding lame even to her own ears.
Without raising her voice Nodoka sternly said "Akane, Ranma,
there is a time and place for fighting, this is not one of them!
Young ladies do not, I repeat, do not ever scream insults at someone
trying to help them. "Akane I know Ranma started it, but you need
to work on that temper of yours."
The two girls blushed even redder in shame. Ranma could not
help but remember her mother's words that no daughter of hers
would bring shame to the name Saotome. Ranma really wanted to
please her mother, she just wished she could do it was as a man.
Then without missing a beat, Nodoka's tone of voice change
to a lighter, almost cheery, manner of speaking, as she added. "Now
Ranma, here are two more dresses I want you to try on, but first you
have to be wearing the right underwear, which Nabiki is getting for
you. Akane I am trusting you to make sure that she is wearing the
right undergarments before she models the cloths. Oh and Akane
I picked this dress out for you." Nodoka then smiled at Ranma and
said reassuringly, "Don't worry dear, it will be over soon enough. I
know this is hard on you, but you will learn to love shopping
eventually." Ranma smiled at her mother, but as soon as Nodoka
turned to hang up the dresses in her hand, the smile slipped. "Love
shopping!" Not in a million years." She muttered to herself.
"Aunt Nodoka, come see what a darling dress I found," Nabiki
called.
"Great," Ranma muttered under her breath as her mother left
the changing room. " Just what I need, another darling dress."
Nodoka's instruction to Akane to make sure that Ranma was
wearing the proper undergarments had conjured up pleasant images
in Akane's mind. She licked her lips as she visualized a naked
Ranma, and felt her pulse start to beat a little faster. She was glad
she was wearing a bra as she felt her nipples harden with arousal.
At least with this body she didn't signal to the whole world that
she was aroused, Maybe she should look into an athletic supporter of
some kind. She could ask Ranma to help her. She was sure that
Ranma would like a chance to turn the tables on her.
Clearing her throat to ease her sudden sexual tension she said.
"Ranma, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just wanted to help. Please,
take off that dress, and I'll try to make this as easy for you as I can.
While you undress, I'm going to slip outside for a minute to check
with Nabiki." Ranma's next words caught her completely by
surprise.
"I'm sorry too Akane. I shouldn't have called you names. I
guess I react too fast for my own good sometimes." Akane did not
know what was more startling, Ranma apologizing, or the scope of
the understatement she had just made.
Putting her hand on Ranma's shoulders and squeezing it gently
Akane said, "that's ok Ranma. It's not like it was one sided you
know. Now smile. I hate it when you're not happy." Before Ranma
could respond Akane left the room, and found Nabiki just as she was
starting to walk into the changing area.
Raising an eyebrow Nabiki smiled at her sister. "Where is she?
The little girl I mean."
"In there. Err . . . Nabiki just how much did you hear?"
Walking into the small changing room, Nabiki ignored
Ranma's startled, "Hey" and answered Akane. "Oh, just about
everything, but so did everyone else in the store, which fortunately
for you two, is just family." Smirking she added. "Ok Akane, here
are the panties and bras I picked out for our little Ranma."
"Nabiki," Ranma gritted out between her teeth.
"What Ranma? Are you trying to thank me for helping you?
There is no need. I'm just glad to be able to be of some help in your
time of trouble." The perfectly ordinary way in which Nabiki said
this only made the irony in her words that much more apparent.
Add in the gleam in her eyes, and even the normally dense Ranma
could tell how much Nabiki was enjoying her discomfort.
I will control myself, I will. Ranma trembled with anger for a
second as she stared into Nabiki's eyes. "Aww forget it Nabiki,"
Ranma muttered.
"Ok Ranma, I accept your generous thanks. Well it's time for
you to strip, have fun Akane. I almost envy you."
"Thanks Nabiki. Ok Ranma time to change cloths."
"Umm, I can't Akane, I can't seem to get the damn zipper
undone on this dress."
Hiding a smile Akane turned Ranma around and unzipped her
dress. Blushing, as the sudden chill on her skin highlighted her
near nakedness, Ranma stepped out of her dress and hung it on a
peg. Keeping her back turned to Akane, she quickly pulled off her
sports bra and boxers. Akane took advantage of Ranma's
position, and inattention to step up behind her, and reached around
her upper body to gently caress and hold her large breasts. As she
bent over and kissed Ranma on her neck, she gently flicked Ranma's
erect nipples with her fore fingers.
Ranma moaned and tried to whisper, "Akane, please stop. Not
until I'm a man again," but all that came out was "Akaneeee."
Ranma found her body becoming strangely weak, her hands falling
limply to her sides as pleasure exploded in her brain. The feel of
Akane's hands on her breasts, her lips on her neck, and the feel of
Akane's clothed body pressing up against her naked skin felt so
good. She could feel the sparks of pleasure igniting a fire in her
belly. Against her wishes, her bottom thrust itself back to grind
against Akane's thighs.
Akane's left hand slowly stoked down Ranma's stomach,
feeling the smaller girl's belly trembling like a leaf in a storm. Her
fingers stopped their downwards movement to play briefly around
Ranma's belly button with teasing strokes, while her tongue found
and explored Ranma's ear. Moaning Ranma felt herself melting, as
the warmth in her belly grew into a fire, Akane's tongue dancing in
and around her ear creating waves of pure pleasure.
Akane groaned and whispered into her lover's delicate ear."We
can't do this here. We must stop or we'll be caught." With a
supreme effort of will she broke away from Ranma, breathing
heavily, her own body trembling with barely suppressed desires and
needs.
Dazed, and still very aroused, Ranma found herself unwilling
to fight as her lover slipped panties and panty hose on her. She
noticed that Akane was breathing almost as hard as she was. For a
brief moment she felt pride in being able to cause such a strong
reaction in Akane. Blushing at her own thoughts, she reminded
herself she was a guy, and that she had vowed that she was not going
to have sex again until she was back in her proper body. Shaking
her head to clear the cobwebs, her eyes focused on the mirror, she
saw herself, topless, dressed in just panties and pantyhose.
Instinctively, horror clutched her throat, she screamed, jumped,
and hit her head hard on a low ceiling beam. She fell back to the
floor dazed.
"Baka! Stand still." Akane said, as she stood a dazed Ranma
up, slipping a new white cotton bra on her while she was too dazed
to object. "Ranma, I can't believe that you wear a D cup. For a girl
of your size that's huge. Not that I'm complaining mind you. I've
always liked your large breasts."
Ranma head cleared at the same time as Akane managed to put
her in a red dress printed with cute blue morning gold flowers, green
leafs and golden brown stems. The neck line of the dress allowed an
inch or so of cleavage to show. Blushing as red as her dress Ranma
stood still as Akane zipped up the back.
Akane called, "she's coming out everybody. Now, Ranma just
walk out there, turn slowly around and then stop. They'll tell you
what to do next."
Ranma stood stock still, breathing heavy, shaking her head
slowly back and forth and muttering in a faint voice, "no, no, no."
Akane lean closer to Ranma and hugged her briefly. "Look, I
know you're scared. Think of this as a martial art's exercise and
your showing off a new Kata. Now get out there before I have to
carry you," she added with a grin. Ranma did not even register
Akane saying she was afraid, she was too involved in her own
personal nightmare to notice what at any other time would be a
mortal insult to her pride.
Like a man walking to his doom, Ranma slowly stepped out
into the showing area, struggling to not cry, or worse run away in
shame. Closing her eyes she moved out in front of everybody and
slowly turned around as if she were a wooden doll. Nodoka eyed her
daughter critically. The stress the young girl was feeling was very
apparent. Nodoka decided to give her a reward for coming this far.
Stepping up to her, she hugged Ranma fiercely, and said. "Ranma
you do honor to the Saotome name, and I am both very proud and
very happy to call you my daughter." Holding her at arms length,
she again eyed her daughter with a warm smile of love on her lips
and an approving glow in her eyes.
Nabiki thought, She is beautiful! I have a feeling that she and
Akane will be even more of a gold mine for me than they were
before this week. Hmm, I wonder if I can get Ranma to pose for the
camera if I use guilt as a lever. Lets see now, freeloader, lack of
money, yes that should work. Out loud she said, "I like that dress,
looks good on her. The blue in the flowers matches the blue in her
eyes." Nabiki added, with the warmest smile Ranma had ever seen
her give anyone.
Ranma's head was whirling with conflicting emotions. His
mother had never seemed so proud of her before. Starved for
affection for most of his/her short life Ranma felt overwhelmed by
the wealth of warm emotions she was feeling from her Mother and
her friends. Suddenly almost giddy. She smiled back at them all.
Nodoka said "What do you think Ranma, do you like that
dress."
Without thinking, she replied. "Sure Mom."
"Good, then we will take this one. Go try on the rest. We have
a lot to do yet, and I am sure that you are all hungry. I am going to
treat all of you ladies to a nice dinner tonight." While Nodoka was
talking, Natsumi was quickly taking in the dress with pins to adust it
to Ranma's slender waist. Ranma was so happy to have earned her
mothers' approval that she did not fidget at all until Natsumi was
done.
Ranma, smiling like a child, twirled around again, swirling the
dress she wore out in a wide circle, and then walked, bouncing on
her toes, back into the changing room. Over the next while she
tried on over a dozen dresses and several skirt and blouse
combinations. As Nodoka and Nabiki had expected Ranma agreed
with everything they suggested, so with added input from Akane,
Nodoka decided on six dresses, three skirts, and five blouses for
Ranma.
Ranma was allowed to take a breather as Nodoka went over to
talk with Nabiki. She could overhear parts of their conversation.
"Find some nice feminine jump pants. Why so feminine? Have to
make her feminine first before allowing her to dress less feminine."
Ranma's mood shifted at this reminder that her mother was
determined to make her over into a real girl. She watched as Nabiki
left Nodoka, and went over to Akane. Ranma looked on with a
distrustful look in her eyes, as Akane and Nabiki whispered, both
shooting glances at her. Akane giggled and blushed as Nabiki
suggested something. Nodding her head yes, Akane left Nabiki
and walked over to Ranma.
"Come on Ranma its time to get you changed again."
Worried about what Akane might be up to, Ranma tried to stall
her. "Aw come on Akane, I'm getting tired of this and I'm hungry."
"Don't worry this will be the last one I promise. Besides you
won't have to model this one. Now pay attention as I show you how
to take off the hose without getting them snagged." Puzzled at
Akane's words, Ranma's curiosity overwhelmed her caution. "Huh,
what's a water hose got to do with anything?" Akane merely giggled,
and lead the way back to the dressing room. Snorting at her reaction
Ranma followed Akane into the changing room, trying to figure out
just what she was talking about.
Shaking her head Akane seemed to read her mind, gently she
teased. "Baka, your underwear Ranma. Now hold still and watch
what I do."
Ranma sighed and watched Akane's fingers, learning as Akane
undressed her. She felt like she was two again, and learning to tie
her shoes. Then the fact that she was not two, was very clearly
demonstrated, as a wash of pleasure swept through her body.
Ranma bit back a moan as her body began to react to the gentle
caresses Akane was giving her as she stripped off Ranma's
underwear. Goose bumps formed all over her body.
Akane was surprised at her lover's reactions. "Gosh, I haven't
even really touched her yet. Akane suddenly smiled in anticipation,
and a look of determination joined the smile. I can't wait until
Nabiki gets here, I need to touch her now!
Akane leaned toward Ranma and kissed her hard, her tongue
parting Ranma's lips and teasing Ranma's teeth and tongue. With
one hand she starting stroking Ranma hair and teasing her ear while
the other hand gently cupped one breast.
Moaning in her lover's mouth, Ranma pressed herself hard
against Akane. She had been fighting her own arousal all day. Part
of her still wanted to resist, but it was overwhelmed by the intense
pleasure she was feeling. Groaning, she could feel Akane's kiss
tearing down the last barrier of her will to resist. Wild with desire
Ranma kissed her lover with abandon, her tongue now intertwining
with Akane's, hugging Akane to her with all of her might.
Akane was surprised and delighted at Ranma's more than
positive response. Not breaking the long kiss, she reached down and
cupped Ranma's bottom, alternately squeezing and rubbing the firm
globes.
Ranma moaned again, feeling herself becoming wet with
excitement.
Breaking the kiss, her breathing hard, Akane reached down
between her lovers legs and slipped two fingers between her lower
lips. As Akane began gently rubbing Ranma's clit she turned the
other girl part way around so Ranma was facing the mirror, and
could not help but watch herself respond to Akane's touch.
The fire in Ranma's belly was spreading though-out her body,
her nipples were rigid with desire, and a wash of red ran from her
face down past her normally pale breasts and almost to her belly
button.
"I love the feel of your soft skin Ranma, your smell, your taste,
and I want you to know I love you. I've been fighting this urge all
day."
Ranma closed her eyes, the pleasure she was feeling causing
her to gasp for breath. The feeling of Akane's hand kneading her
bottom triggered associations in her mind. Images of herself being
spanked by Ryouga flashed through her mind, along with a memory
of the intense feelings of pleasure generated by that spanking, and
the events that followed it.
Ranma's first orgasm as a female had come about because of a
spanking. As a result, her subconscious had linked the feeling of
hands striking and squeezing her ass with pleasure, and to associate
spankings with orgasms. She groaned, shivering as a small spasm of
pleasure caused her muscles to tremble.
She knew that if Akane was a man right now, she would be
trying to fight him, trying to avoid where this could lead, but Akane
was girl now, a girl Ranma loved very much, and so she let herself
go unreservedly.
"Yesss! I've been wanted to kiss you so badly the last two
days." Akane said, as she kissed Ranma hard again.
Ranma moaned into Akane's mouth, intense feelings of
pleasure exploding within her. Ranma gasped softly as a small
orgasm stole her breath away. Akane started to kneel down in front
of Ranma, the desire to please her lover almost overpowering.
Ranma was moaning softly, out of control of her own body, no
longer able to form intelligent thoughts.
"My, my, aren't we getting adventuresome. Public sex. Tsk,
tsk, tsk, what will Aunty say."
Nabiki's soft tones were like liquid nitrogen spilled on the two
lover's overheated bodies. They broke apart and looked over at her
face, where it was leering at them over the low door to the change
room. Red faced, Ranma and Akane could only stare like deer
caught in the headlights of a car. Nabiki chuckled, and eyed
Ranma's naked form until Akane stood up and concealed Ranma
with her own body.
Grinning Nabiki shoved a package in Akane's hands. "Here,
it's what we discussed. Have her wear these. Now hurry up, we
have to go. Oh, I'll take these for you." Nabiki reached down and
gathered up all of Ranma's cloths, including her underwear, but
leaving one of the new dresses that fit, and did not need alterations.
Ranma still breathing hard, her arousal still strong but now
under control, watched with growing horror as Akane unfolded
nylons, a garter belt, a lacy red silk bra, and thong underwear.
Breathing even harder Ranma backed up to the wall shaking
her head. "No way am I going to wear th.. Th.. THAT!"
Akane smiled and said "Ok by me, I like watching you when
your wearing next to nothing, but your mother may be a tad upset if
you go out of here without any underwear on under this new dress."
"You would like that wouldn't you," Ranma muttered, already
conceding defeat. The events of the day, not to mention the last few
minutes, had striped the fight right out of her.
Ranma's face turned bright red, as both she and Akane heard
Nodoka ask Nabiki "Was everything alright in there Nabiki?"
Nabiki answered in a tone of voice that easily let Akane and
Ranma visualize the smirk that must be on her face. "Oh yes, Akane
was just having to explain to Ranma some things concerning her
new body, and why it's a good idea to wear the proper clothing."
"Good, Ranma will need to be handled with a firm hand for a
while."
"O, I think you can count on Akane to handle Ranma Aunty."
Akane, still tense with sexual frustration, giggled as Ranma,
embarrassed, turned beet red from head to toe, she was also still
obviously in a highly aroused state. Hugging Ranma to her, she
whispered
"Ranma it's ok. We all love you and care for you. And
hopefully, later tonight I will prove it to you." She gave her a wicked
look, "maybe we can experiment with a fantasy of mine." Ranma felt
a mixture of fear and excitement, she was not sure if she was ready
for any more strangeness right now. Akane continued with what she
was saying. "But that will have to wait till later, for now we have to
get you dressed. Now hold still."
Hardly daring to breath Ranma struggled to hold herself still as
Akane had her step into the thong panties. Desperate to distract
herself from the things Akane was putting on her. Ranma blurted
out "Err, Akane, what's your fantasy? I mean if you don't mind
telling me."
Ranma immediately wondered if she had gone too far and said
the wrong thing. Akane had blushed a deep red as soon as Ranma
had asked.
In almost a whisper, so low that Ranma could barely hear,
Akane said. "I sort of have this dream where I get tied up, and while
I'm helpless, you make love to me.
Akane did not mention that she had started having this dream
in reaction to the knowledge that she would have to sleep with
Ranma-kun if she ever wanted to sleep with Ranma-chan. Akane
really was a lesbian. She had not been able to see herself having sex
with a male Ranma, but she very much had wanted to do so with the
female one.
Then she had started to notice how Ranma reacted on those
occasions when she had been tied up by one of his enemies. He
stopped being a jerk and showed his true feelings. She started to
think that maybe making love to Ranma would not be so bad, if only
she could be sure he would act like that. Then one night, the
connection had been made in her dreams, and from that night on,
dreams of herself in bondage had become a regular occurrence. She
had even started experimenting with self bondage, but had found it
unsatisfying, her dreams called for a captor, and she could not
supply that in real life.
Over time, as her dreams grew more complex, she started
dreaming of being tied by other men, and then Ranma-chan would
burst in and rescue her, only after defeating Kuno, or Mousse or
whoever it might be, she would not free Akane, instead she would
take advantage of Akane's accessibility, and while Akane could to
nothing to prevent it, Ranma would make passionate love to her.
The only exception to this was Ryouga, when Ryouga was the captor,
sometimes Ranma did not arrive quite in time. Ranma would burst
in, only to find Ryouga making passionate love to a bound Akane.
She would then freeze, unable to move, and would have to stand
there and watch while Ryouga used Akane's body for his and
Akane's mutual pleasure. Then afterwards, she would get down on
her knees and apologize to Akane, begging to be allowed to taste her
juices. Akane was not sure which part of the dream was the bigger
turn on, Ryouga making love to her bound body, or Ranma
apologizing to her.
Those dreams tended to happen on those nights when she was
particulary annoyed at Ranma for some reason or other, he had dated
Shampoo, or skipped out on one of her meals to eat at Ukyou's.
Curiously, they did not happen every time she was mad at Ranma.
Which was just as well, as that particular dream left her washed out
the next day. If she had that dream every time she was mad at
Ranma, she would have spent most of the last six months walking
around half asleep. The fact was that she only seemed to have those
dreams on those rare occasions that P-chan was sleeping with her,
and Ranma had pissed her off. She had never been able to figure out
why.
A frown crossed Akane's face, she had been furious yesterday
at the thought of Ryouga raping Ranma, but today, it seemed almost
a turn on. She remembered that the other day, she had been male.
Maybe more than her sex changed when she was splashed with
water. Maybe the way she thought changed as well.
While, Akane had been thinking, Ranma had slipped into a
state of shock. Ranma's panic about being dressed in females
underwear vanished, forgotten, as her mind struggled to come to
terms with these new thoughts. She was not sure how she felt about
Akane's fantasy, she was vaguely disturbed by the idea of Akane
being tied up, it did not seem right somehow.
While she was distracted, Akane took advantage of her lack of
attention, and soon had her dressed completely except for shoes.
Akane led her out of the dressing room, and up to her mom.
Ranma did not notice, her mind was still a mile away, and full
of images of Akane in the position she herself had been in two days
before. Then Akane's elbow in her ribs brought her back to the
present. Acting on Akane's not so subtle suggestion, Ranma hugged
Nodoka. "Thanks Mom, I know I don't seem grateful,
but I am."
Nodoka smiled and hugged her daughter back. "You're most
welcome my daughter." She handed Ranma her flats and as Ranma
slipped them on her feet Nodoka said. "Well everybody, I think that
its time for lunch."
As they left the store Nodoka said, "Ranma, I have good news.
Nabiki was able to make a deal with the store owner. The new
dresses that needed alterations will be ready later today. After
lunch we can pick up everything else you will need, more underwear,
bras, a nice purse you can pick out, a small makeup kit that I think
for now will do. At least until you become more skilled at the use of
makeup that you can decide on your own. Now ladies, we are all
hungry so lets go eat."
Ranma ended up laden with packages, as Nabiki lead the way,
and Nodoka and Akane came up the rear. Nodoka was talking to
Akane, "I hate to impose on you again, but it can't be helped. I have
to leave tomorrow and take care of some minor business I cannot put
off. I feel very guilty about leaving Ranma with you, but I don't
really have a place for her right now. Hopefully in a little while our
home will be repaired, and we will be able to move back to our own
house. But, Ranma still needs to learn so many things. Could you
please make sure she continues to learn and not backslide into old
bad habits?"
Akane felt like somebody had just slugged her in the stomach, a
fire of anxiety burned in her stomach at the thought of Ranma
moving out. They had finally broken through the barrier that had
been keeping them apart. She did not want to lose that closeness. If
Ranma and her were separated, who was to say that they might not
grow apart again. She knew Ranma was having trouble with her
condition. Who knows what crazy thing she might do if Akane was
not there to stop her. She blurted out "you can't do that." Then she
blushed as she realized how rude she must sound.
"Pardon Akane, why can't I do what?" Nodoka asked.
Nabiki, who had fallen back as Nodoka had been talking, and
had overheard everything, broke in on their conversation. She had
already given this some thought. She had known that Nodoka would
reach this decision eventually, and she had given some thoughts to
counter arguments.
"Aunty, Akane and I will be happy to help Ranma continue to
learn how to be a female. Akane was just upset to hear about you
going. What Akane is trying to say Aunty, is that the only home that
Ranma has know for more than ten years is our home. Granted she
has only been there for slightly over a year, but he, I mean she, is
going though a lot of emotional turmoil right now. Being with
friends can only help and speed her growth. Also, since both Akane
and Ranma, who are after all, engaged to be married, are both going
though similar problems because of the curse, they will need each
other to talk to. I believe that Dad and Uncle Genma are planning on
cleaning up the old storage room and fixing it up into a nice
bedroom for Ranma. That would give you and Uncle the room
you're in now to yourselves. I suggest that you move in with us,
after all the Dojo will go to Akane and Ranma after they are
married."
"Do you really think that is going to happen now Nabiki?"
"Yes!!" Akane blurted out, then blushed when everyone looked
at her. "I mean . . ." Akane stumbled over her words, then her face
firmed, and she looked Nodoka straight in the eye. "I'm marrying
Ranma! I don't care about her condition. I've been living with her
curse for over a year now, and I have the same curse myself now.
I'm marrying Ranma!"
Nodoka merely nodded, and smiled at Akane. "Good, I'm glad
you feel that way. Ranma is going to need you more then ever in the
days ahead." The smile left her face as Akane left her and Nabiki
and walked ahead to join Ranma, Akane took some of the packages
that were weighing down Ranma, and the two of them started
trading jibes.
Nodoka sighed. She had been so worried about Ranma, that
she had forgotten to take Akane into account. It was obvious that
she was clinging to the same faint hope as Ranma. Eventually the
curse Akane had would wear off, unlike Ranma's new status.
Nodoka hoped the love the two girls had for each other would
gradually turn to friendship. It would be so hard on them both when
they were unable to express their love in a physical way. Nodoka
knew only too well how hard a life that could be, and the bitterness it
could lead to.
Nabiki spoke to her then, and Nodoka set aside the problem of
Akane and Ranma for another day. She drifted as Nabiki presented
further arguments as to why she should not leave the dojo. Nodoka
smiled inside. Akane's declaration had already made up her mind.
If she were to separate those two, they were liable to form a
passionate and unrequited love, no it was better that they live
together. That way they could help each other with their respective
curses, and hopefully as Ranma condition showed no change, their
love would change to pure friendship. Nodoka held no hope
that Ranma would ever make her a grandmother. That would be far
too much to expect of her former son. But, Akane should not be
prevented from finding and marrying a man she could love. Nodoka
decided that she would make it her goal to not only try to make her
former son happy, but to make the girl she loved happy as well.
Nodoka suddenly noticed that Nabiki had finished talking and
was waiting for her reply.
"Hmmm, perhaps you are right. If we are not an imposition on
your family then that may well be the best for Ranma. However I
insist we help with the expenses. If we are to be family rather than
guests, then we should help with the family's expenses.
"No problem, I'll work out the budget and let you know what
your share will be," Nabiki said, smiling at Nodoka.
She thought to herself, perfect, Ranma has no idea how much
money Nodoka has, or how little we need the money. I should be
able to have some fun with Ranma over this. Nabiki frowned as she
thought of the family's finances. It was one of her great frustrations
that she was unable to learn where the money that ended up in their
mother's trust fund originated. All she knew was that every now and
then, five million yen was deposited in that account. Well, things
were busy now, but in a little while she would have the free time to
start looking into that little puzzle again. For now, it was time to
eat.
The restaurant proved to have excellent food at reasonable
prices. Nodoka spent most of her time watching Ranma, correcting
her table manners. Ranma, for her part was angry and tense. Her
mother would not even let her enjoy eating food. Every bite had to
be girl size, or dainty as her mom called it.
Just as she was about ready to explode, she lost all interest in
food. A hand, Akane's hand, under the table, was suddenly resting
high up on her thigh, gently rubbing her leg under her dress.
Blushing, Ranma was at a loss as to what to do. Needing a
distraction from the sensation Akane's hand was arousing. She
began to eat small bits of food, focusing all her attention on cutting
and lifting each precise serving to her mouth.
Nodoka was surprised. Why, she is actually trying, I was
beginning to think that sterner measures were needed. Now if she
would just stop squirming. Then Nodoka reconsidered. I should not
be so harsh. This is her first time in panties. I can't really blame her
if she is in a little discomfort. In time she will adapt to them.
Nodoka went back to her own dinner.
Akane and Nabiki spent their time making a list of clothing
and other items that Ranma would need for Nodoka's approval.
Akane talking, and Nabiki writing down. After the meal Nabiki
surprised everybody when she asked for the manager of the
restaurant. As Nodoka paid a surprising small amount of money for
the meal, Nabiki made her own deal. In a few minutes the others
were surprised as a sweating manager offered to deliver all of the
packages to the Dojo as they were the lucky 10,000th customer.
Only Akane notices that the manager was staring fixedly at Nabiki
the entire time he was talking. Nabiki however merely smiled her
shark smile.
Nodoka lead the way to several stores after that, where to
Ranma's eyes she bought a large number of boring stuff. Akane and
Nabiki did not seem to share her opinion. They were completely
involved in helping to pick the stuff out. Ranma was just happy that
she did not have to try anything on, just carry the bags. Finally they
came to a shoe store. There, Ranma was forced to try shoe after shoe
until Nodoka, Akane and Nabiki were satisfied. Ranma hated the
two inch heels her mom forced her to model. Despite her protests
that no martial artist would or could fight in high heels, one pair was
bought, as well as pink and white running shoes, two black flats,
and one pair of bunny slippers. Ranma privately vowed to die before
ever wearing those bunny slippers. Even as they were packed away,
she was thinking up accidents that could befall them.
It was toward the end of the day when the four tired women
finally got home and were greeted with pathetic eagerness by two
starving martial artists. Genma and Soun had not managed to work
up the nerve to enter the kitchen to prepare themselves a meal. The
knowledge that Akane's dinner was in there, waiting, was as
effective a guard as a pit bull. More so. They might have braved the
pit bull, gods knows, they had faced worse while training under
Master Happosai. They had never, however, faced anything to match
what might be lurking in that fridge. Nodoka sighed at the
cowardice of males, and headed into the kitchen to prepare a meal to
help them survive until morning. As she left the room Ranma
announced she wanted a hot bath, and headed for the bathing room.
Part two
Ranma stood in the laundry room, scowling at the person
denying her an immediate hot bath. Nabiki smirked at Ranma.
"Sorry Ranma-chan, you'll have to wait your turn." Nabiki's smile
took on a slightly lecherous look. "Unless, that is, you want to come
scrub my back." She moved in closer to Ranma, who backed up
against the drier as Nabiki pressed herself against the smaller girl.
Nabiki slowly traced the outline of one of Ranma's exposed breasts
with a long, sharp fingernail.
"After all," she purred, "we're both girls, aren't we? And, you
did seem to be enjoying yourself with Akane this afternoon. No? O
well, maybe another time then." Nabiki smirked as Ranma
practically raced out of the laundry room. "Aa, nothing like a long
solitary soak," she murmured to herself, happy to have nipped any
thoughts Ranma might have had of communal bathing in the bud.
As she walked into the bathroom however, a brief frown
crossed her face. She had only the most selfish of motives for
propositioning Ranma. She dearly loved solitary soaking, but she
had definitely felt something when she had pressed up against the
smaller girl. What was wrong with her? Had her brief time as a
male permanently warped her? She had been thinking salacious
thoughts about Shampoo for three days now. Was she going to add
Ranma-chan to her daydreams as well?
She shook off the thought. It was just the events of the day.
Akane and Ranma had been radiating lust the whole afternoon, and
she had been an eye witness to much of their activity. No wonder
she felt a little horny, what with all those hormones flying around.
She closed the door behind herself, and decided a good bucket of
cold water was all she needed.
Ranma stood in the hallway outside the bathroom, dressed in
nothing but a pair of boxers, a towel, and a disgruntled look on her
face. Darn that Nabiki, she had been looking forward to a long hot
soak for more than two hours.
Over the last year she had grown accustomed to resorting to hot
baths on a regular basis in order to at least relieve some of the
weirdness in her life. Even if the bath would no longer restore her
masculinity, at least it would relax her somewhat.
She walked down the hallway to the dining room, and sat at the
dining table. She frowned as her father suddenly found an excuse to
leave the room. He had been avoiding her a lot lately. He had not
dragged her out of bed the last two mornings to train, and that was
unusual for him. It couldn't be because she was trapped as a girl for
the moment could it? That had never bothered him before. If
anything he liked fighting her female form more than her male, it
gave him a better chance to kick her ass. Not that he really had that
much better of a chance, whatever she gave up in strength, she more
than made up for in speed and agility. Or at least she had up till
now . . . Could Pop be avoiding her because she was both female,
and temporarily weak and slow as well? God damn him, it
was his fault this had happened. If he had not taken her on that trip,
none of this could have happened. She would still be a guy, and
maybe if Akane had not thought her a pervert from day one, they
could have gotten intimate a lot sooner. It could have been her being
the man in their relationship. Damn the old man, He had some
nerve acting like it was Ranma who had let the family down.
She felt thankful that she had managed to keep the fact that she
had been raped out of the story she had told her parents. The gods
alone knew what the old fart would have done if he had found out
about that.
Ranma suddenly noticed that Soun was staring at her with a
rather glazed look in his eyes. Looking down she saw that her towel
had slipped and both breasts were in clear view. Adjusting the cloth
so that she was fully covered, she cleared her throat loudly, and then
said.
"Hey!! You getting a good look!? Or, do you want me to get a
little closer!?!?"
Soun blinked his eyes and slowly came back from wherever he
had gone. "Eh? O, Ranma my boy, how nice to see you."
"You can't be 'seeing' me any to well if you're calling me a
boy." Ranma said in a bitter tone of voice. Soun blushed slightly,
and they both fell into a long silence.
Ranma finally broke it, having a question she wished to ask.
"Mr. Tendo?"
` "Eh? Yes my boy . . . Er girl, and please call me uncle. What
can I do for you?"
"You knew my mom? I mean before pop and her got married?"
"Indeed I did. In fact, I was there when they met."
Ranma looked interested, "how did they meet anyway? I've
always wondered what Mom saw in him."
Soun smiled blearily, and poured a dish of sake. Then, putting
the partially empty bottle back on the table beside the many dead
soldiers he and Genma had drained during the afternoon, trying to
work up the courage to go into the kitchen, he began to talk.
Nodoka opened the fridge and confirmed that as she had
suspected, the two men had not even bothered to check Akane's
curry. She shook her head in annoyance. They were fortunate that
Akane was preoccupied with Ranma and had not noticed their
rejection of her meal. Otherwise, it could have gotten nasty.
Nodoka added yet another mental note to the many she had
already made that day. I must really, really help Akane work on her
temper. Then she went back to thinking about Akane's meal.
It was a shame the men had not seen fit to taste Akane's curry.
Over the last two months Akane had, with Nodoka's help, gone
through her mother's notebook a page at a time. The detailed
instruction Kimiko-chan had put down for every thing from boiling
water, to making a full course meal had proven very useful in
teaching Akane.
She might never be a good cook, but she had at least reached
the level of being able to prepare something edible. Her only real
fault now was a reversal of her former habit of adding too many
ingredients to her dishes. She was now overly cautious, and as a
result her curries tended to be a little bland. Well that was easily
fixed.
Nodoka removed the casserole dish from the fridge and carried
it to the stove. Placing it on the gas ring, she turned up the heat, and
then went over to the cupboard for some seasonings.
As she added the selected spices to the curry, her mind
wandered back over the events of the day. The problem of Akane
and Ranma's romance was causing her some concern. The two of
them had obviously not really stopped to think yet, as to how the new
situation might affect their relationship. They had both been drawn
together by this crisis, finally admitting the love that had been
obvious to everyone else.
Well to everyone else with the exception of the various young
people who were infatuated with her son, or with Akane, or even that
strange boy who seemed to be infatuated with both of them. Nodoka
shuddered slightly. The thought of that individual was very
disturbing, given Ranma's current condition. Who knows what it
might do to her so . . . daughter, if he were to press his attentions as
vigorously as the stories of him indicated he might. With an effort
she shoved that disturbing image from her mind, and went back to
thinking about Ranma and Akane.
The problem was, it might be too late for them. Nodoka truly
feared that her son was gone forever. Ranma and Akane were not
aware of it, being too close to the situation as it were, but Ranma's
behavior was very different from her usual. There were subtle
differences that only a mother would notice. Ranma was not her
usual masculine self.
O, she was trying to deny it. Nodoka could see that both
Ranma and Akane were being overly demonstrative in their affection
for each other, a desperate denial of the situation obviously. Soon
Akane would find that Ranma could not supply her with the physical
affection she desired . . . just like her and Darling.
Nodoka's face grew sad as she contemplated her relationship
with Genma. It had started out so well, like something out of a fairy
tail.
Nodoka's mind drifted back to her first encounter with Genma.
It had been shortly after her sixteenth birthday. She had been
walking down the street alone. It had been late in the evening, and
having escaped her mother's supervision she was eager to experience
some fun on her own. Without any adults around to make her feel
like a child. She remembered at the time how annoyed she had
feeling about her parents' over protective natures. Then she had
discovered that their worries were not altogether unfounded. A
group of young men had snatched her from the street, and dragged
her into a dark alley. A hand over her mouth had kept her silent as
they had ripped her kimono open, baring her breasts for all to see.
Then, just as she was sure she was to lose her virtue, he had
appeared. Like a bolt of lightning thrown by an angry god, Genma
has smashed into the midst of the young men, and had proceeded to
thrash them within an inch of their lives.
Soun laughed out loud. "So here is Nodoka looking all starry
eyed at your father, and he had not even seen her. He was so busy
getting his revenge for those punks stealing our evening dinner, he
had not even noticed her with them.
"Kimiko was there with me, and very pregnant with Nabiki,
and little Kasumi was with us as well, so I was unable to help.
"O Ranma you would have been so proud of your father. He
dismantled those thugs as neatly as I have ever seen it done. He was
well motivated. The master had not let us eat for over a week, and
that meal would have been the first food to cross your father's lips in
all that time." Soun shook his head in fond remembrance, "it was a
true pleasure to watch him, and of course your mother thought it was
all for her. By that time Kimiko had gotten to her and was helping
her to pin her Kimono back up. All the while Kimiko fussed over
her, Nodoka could not take her eyes off of your father."
Nodoka tasted the curry and added a touch more spice. He had
been so brave, and when it was over he had seemed startled to see
her. "Don't I know you?" He had asked. Not a very original line, but
in the circumstances more than acceptable.
"Kimiko had not gotten all of Nodoka's kimono's back in
place, when your father finally noticed your mother for the first time.
So, being a healthy and manly man he could not help but look at her
bare breasts."
Soun laughed again. "I thought for sure he had blown it when
he blurted out, Haven't I seen you before? All the while, he was
staring at her chest. Fortunately your mother had too many stars in
her eyes to notice where Genma's were looking.
"Later on I asked your father. 'What on earth made you ask
that question? In that way?' It took a lot of thought, but we finally
placed the reason. Two days before we had accompanied the Master
on one of his bath house raids. Genma had tripped as we were
fleeing, and had ended up face first in the chest of an attractive
young lady. Nodoka to be precise. He got a very close look at her
breasts at the time, and later after the fight had recognized her
breasts by the distinctive pattern of freckles on them. It was
fortunate for him that he had been wearing a mask at the time, or
things might have turned out much different."
Nodoka smiled as she recalled that had also been when she had
met her first real friend. Kimiko had been such a dear, and little
Kasumi had been so sweet. She had become good friends with
Kimiko, and had spent many days visiting and keeping her company
while Soun and Genma were off training with their master. That
was where she first learned swordsmanship. Kimiko had turned out
to be truly expert in the use of the blade. She would not say where
she had trained, but wherever it was, she must have done her master
proud.
She was too pregnant to spar, but she was an able instructor,
and over the next year gave Nodoka the grounding in the basics that
she had been expanding on ever since. While she was training
Nodoka in the art of the sword, Kimiko had also taught her a little of
the ways of men and women. Some of it was quite a shock. She had
led a very sheltered life. For a while the thought of such intimacy
was off-putting. She soon accepted the concept however, and even
grew to anticipate her eventual initiation into womanhood.
Genma was the first and only man she ever loved. Her parents
had kept such tight control over her, an all girls school where she
had few friends. Then having to be home with her mother when not
at school, and associating only with her mothers friends, of which
there were not many. But when she had brought Kimiko home
to meet her parents they had been very impressed with her dignified
and cultured air, and had thought her a very proper friend for their
precious daughter. So they had no objection to Nodoka spending
time at her house.
So with visiting Kimiko as a cover, she had set about making
herself attractive to Genma. It took awhile, as Soun and he were
more often away training then at home. As a result, when they were
at home, she took advantage of every opportunity to demonstrate her
skills as a properly raised girl. She would make him meals and
mend his clothing, doing everything she could think of to make him
comfortable, all so he would notice her.
For the longest time he avoided getting close to her, and she
despaired, and thought herself the worst excuse for a female in the
world. However, Kimiko had encouraged her to persevere. Finally
after many months, her hard work seemed to pay off. Genma started
to spend time with her voluntarily. Even going so far as to seek her
out on occasion, rather then waiting for her to come to him.
"Of course your father was terrified that she would eventually
remember him from the bathhouse, mask or no mask. But you know
your father, she attacked him at his weak point, his stomach, and his
hatred of any labor not involving training. Your mother is a
wonderful cook, and even then she was very accomplished. On top
of that, when she was visiting Kimiko, Genma never had to lift a
finger. If he wanted a drink there it was. If his Gi was torn, it was
fixed without him even having to mention it. In short, she spoiled
him rotten.
"So eventually, after he became confident that she would not
recognize him, he began to pay more attention to her. Then he
found out about her family, and their wealth. Well that was the final
item needed to catch his interest. He slowed things down with his
old girl friend Otsco, and started to seriously court your mother."
Soun emptied the bottle of sake he had been working on, and started
in on another.
Ranma kept her mouth shut with difficulty. This might be the
only chance she ever got to learn about her parents' courtship
without a lot of glossing over of the details, not to mention outright
lying on the part of her father. Soun was currently drunk enough not
to have any inhibitions about telling the truth, but was not so drunk
as to be unable to talk clearly. This was too precious an opportunity
to waste on cursing her father's gluttony and selfishness.
Nodoka stirred the pot and lifted the spoon to her mouth.
Almost there, she thought, reaching for a bottle of curry powder. As
she shook a small amount into the pot, she once again turned her
mind back to the past.
Once she attracted Genma's interest, things went quickly, or as
quickly as they might when he was away three weeks out of every
four. But eventually the conclusion she had striven for came to pass
and Genma asked her to marry him.
"Of course Master Happosai insisted on celebrating the
nuptials, and threw a party. There was just the three of us, and for
once the master shared the sake. We got very drunk." Soun swayed
a little in his seat. "That's one of the reasons I'm so careful about
what I drink now-a-days. The master forced so much sake down my
throat I passed out, and did not wake up till the day after the
wedding."
Tears started to run down Soun's face. "My dearest, truest
friend in the world, and I missed his wedding." Soun broke down
completely, and started to cry drunkenly.
Ranma kept silent, hoping Soun would calm down and go on
with the story before he passed out. It wasn't like she cared about
the wedding after all, that was girl stuff. She wanted to know about
her mother and father's life before Genma dragged Ranma off on
that training trip.
For a while Nodoka had been afraid that Genma was not going
to make it to the wedding. His master and Soun had thrown him a
party the night before, and it had lasted into the day of the wedding.
But just as she was giving up hope, Master Happosai had dragged
Genma into the temple, and they had been wed.
Genma had been very drunk, but had managed to get through
the ceremony with a little prompting from his Master. Nodoka had
feared that her first night would be unpleasant, and indeed Genma
had been very clumsy as they made their way to the bed chamber for
their first night as man and wife. He had not even seemed to know
where he was, or what they were doing. But when their
bodies had come together on the bed, all that changed. His
uncertainty disappeared and his hands became gentle and sure on
her body. Slowly he had caressed her, stimulating every nerve she
possessed, bringing her to pleasures she had never imagined.
Even now, all these years later, thinking back on that night
brought a feeling of heat to her face, and a dampness between her
legs.
Then, when she thought she could stand no more he had moved
over her and had slid his manhood deep into her cleft, and in a flash
of sweet pain, had made her a woman. His body had moved over
hers, and while his hands and lips wrung pleasures from her upper
torso, his heavy manliness stroked in and out of her sex. Again and
again that night their bodies came together, as Genma made sweet,
passionate, gentle love to her, until finally late the next morning,
they fell into an exhausted sleep.
When she had awakened that evening, he was gone. A note
written in the Master's scratchy hand, explaining that he had taken
Genma off on an important training mission.
Drying his eyes, Soun resumed his story. "The first thing I can
remember after the party was finding myself walking down the road
with your father and the Master. I tried to get some details of the
wedding and the wedding night from your father, but he had no
more recollection then me. He was also as badly hung over as I was,
and was as grouchy as a bear to boot."
Here Soun broke down in drunken laughter, and to Ranma's
disgust he insisted on repeating the grouch bear line a half dozen
times. Finally however he calmed down, and with only an
occasional chuckle continued his story.
"I dropped the subject of the wedding night after he tripped me
into the canal. Anyway, we were both soon to busy to think about
weddings. The master had big plans for that trip. A resort town
with lots of vacationing girls. He was sure the panty hunting would
prove fruitful.
"That was the trip where we saw the Master use his Happo-fire-
burst. You recall that story don't you Ranma? That was the time the
Master blew up a massive boulder that the villagers were trying to
crush him with, using his secret Happo-fire-burst technique. Both
Genma and I were badly charred by that explosion, and as you know
we did not find out till just last year that the Master was just using
large fireworks." Soun drew himself up straight and lectured.
"Never forget boy. The life of a martial artist is fraught with peril."
Soun slumped, "of course your father and I had to cope with
some rather unusual perils due to the Master's habits. Anyway, to
our surprise the Master insisted on giving Genma a healing potion to
cure the effects of the blast. He said he could not deprive such a
lovely girl as Nodoka of her wifely pleasures."
Soun took a drink of sake and wiped his mouth with the back of
his hand, he looked carefully, if a bit unsteadily around the room
before turning his attention back to Ranma. Raising a hand, he
pointed at Ranma with a shaky finger.
"Promise me boy, on your word of honor mind you, that what I
am about to tell you will go no further than this." As he talked, he
swayed from side to side, and the finger he was pointing at Ranma
wavered, pointing all over the room. Soun lifted the offending digit
up to his face and peered at it, trying to figure out what was wrong
with it.
Afraid that Soun was about to pass out Ranma hastily agreed in
a penetrating voice, to not tell another soul about what Soun was
about to say. Startled out of his revere by Ranma raised voice, Soun
looked at her through glazed eyes for a minute then nodded to
himself, his chin almost dropping low enough to hit his chest.
"Good, remember, you promised, . . . Where was I?"
"You were talking about the healing potion the old freak gave
Pop after he used the Happo-fire-burst."
"Healing potion . . . Ha!! It weren't no healing potion boy. It
was a virility potion, the Master wanted Genma to be a good
husband to your mother, and he figured this was the ideal
opportunity to test this potion he had been carrying around for
months. Only it didn't work, at least not in the way it was suppose
to. In fact, it turned out to be a no-virility potion." Soun broke down
in drunken tears, "O my old friend, has ever a man suffered such as
you." Wiping his eyes he looked at Ranma, or he tried to. His gaze
did not seem able to focus on any one object for more than a second.
Finally holding his head steady with one hand he looked straight at
the little girl across the table from him.
"That's why your father is so upset over your accident. He
can't have another son you see, can't have any other children." Soun
broke down again, "My poor friend."
Ranma was shocked, "You mean?"
"That's right . . . If it had not been for the wedding night, you
would not be here today. Your father had such hope that you would
carry on the line he no longer could, That's why we agreed to marry
our children. But it's alright, Akane's a boy now . . . At least some
of the time she is. Anyway, you can have lots of children despite
not being a m a n a n y m o r e . . ." As if he was a doll who had
just run down, Soun finally gave up the ghost and his head fell
forward to thump on the table.
Ranma was too shocked to notice. Her pop was limp as a
noddle! No wonder the old man had been so determined to make her
a man among men. Then the last thing Soun said, registered.
"NANI!! ME have children, ARE YOU out of your fucking mind!!"
Nodoka's reproving voice came from the kitchen, "Ranma!!
That is no way for a young lady to talk."
Ranma blushed, then wondered how much her mother had
heard. Deciding that it had been only her scream of outrage that had
penetrated to the kitchen, she got up and headed for the bath. If
Nabiki was not done, then she could bloody well share. Ranma
needed that hot bath even worse then before.
Nodoka listened for a minute, and when she did not hear any
more vulgarity went back to her dinner preparation. No doubt Soun
had brought up that ridiculous idea of Ranma marrying Akane
again. This time he had obviously mentioned the possibility of
children. She hoped he had not undone all of the effort she had
expended today, but she feared he had. She was more than likely
going to have to order Ranma into her school uniform tomorrow.
Dratted man.
Her thoughts drifted back to her and Genma, and the problem
of more children. When Genma had returned from his training trip,
he was a changed man. An accident with a healing potion had left
him impotent, and all his and Nodoka's efforts had proven useless in
restoring his manhood to the vigor it had enjoyed on their wedding
night.
A week later Genma had gone off on another training trip, fled
Nodoka was sure, humiliated by his inability to function as a man,
and had not returned for ten months. Nodoka was sure that only
Kimiko finally getting word to Soun about Nodoka's pregnancy had
brought him home that early. When he finally arrived, he had been
ecstatic over his new born son. This time he had stayed home for six
weeks, then again his limp manhood had forced him to leave her
bed. This time he said he would search for a cure, and not return till
he was a man among men.
Three and a half years passed. Nodoka kept her sorrow bottled
up and gave all the love she could not give to her husband, to her
son.
Looking back, she realized that she had been as overprotective
toward Ranma, as her own parents had been to her. Not letting
Ranma out of her sight, not letting him play with other boys, not
letting him do 'any' of the things that were normal for a small boy.
When Genma had returned, still not cured, he had been shocked at
the sissy his son was turning into. This time he stuck it out for six
months, and only when he was sure Ranma was well on his way to
being a rough and tumble boy did he finally flee. By that time
Nodoka was almost glad to see him go. She loved dearest, but his
defensive attitude about his lack of masculinity grated after a while.
As well, while he was at home, so was the Master. Nodoka grew
more than a little tired of having to retrieve her undergarments from
the guest room every morning. The only benefit was that they were
always neatly cleaned and pressed.
With Genma once again gone, for who knew how long, Nodoka
found herself coddling Ranma once again. The knowledge that he
was likely to be her only child weighed on her mind, and she quickly
slipped once again into the habit of trying to shield him from every
potential danger, both real and imagined. When Genma arrived
home two months before Ranma's sixth birthday, he found his son
was once again acting in a disgustingly polite and gentlemanly
manner. This time when he left, he insisted on taking Ranma with
him.
That had been when Nodoka had finally started to see Genma
as not a poor unfortunate, but as the selfish person he was. She still
loved him, but she was no longer blind to his faults. They had their
first real fight over Genma's taking of Ranma. Not even making
him sign a promise to commit Sepuku if he failed to return as a man
among men dissuaded him. In the end she had no choice, he was
Ranma's father, he had the right to raise his son as he felt proper,
and in all honesty Nodoka could not argue with the charge that she
coddled the boy.
Later after they had left, Nodoka read the agreement and
discovered that Genma had committed to turning Ranma into a man
among men, not himself. She had broken a lot of plates that day, but
in the end she had been bound by the agreement as firmly as Ranma
and Genma were.
And so matters had stood for ten years, until Ranma and
Genma had arrived at the Tendos'. It had taken Nodoka a year to
discover the secret they tried so hard to keep from her. The
knowledge that her precious son was cursed to turn into a girl had
been a shock, but not nearly as distressing as the fact that the son
who had loved her so much before being taken away by his father,
had lied to her. All those times she had visited, and Ranma had hid
behind her Ranko identity.
Fortunately, having started looking at Genma with un-
blinkered eyes helped her to understand Ranma's position. So she
took into account Ranma's upbringing, and the likely lies that
Genma had fed him, and found a ridiculous reason to confirm that
he was indeed a man. Really, did Ranma think that
Nodoka believed peaking at Akane in her bath, was a proof of
manhood?
So there it was, she had one night of pleasure, and a son that
had become a daughter, and what else. She had been married to
Genma for 18 years, and in that time she had been together with him
for only about a year in time. He was her husband however, she had
vowed to be his wife, and whatever the circumstances she would
keep that vow.
As she spooned the dinner she had cooked into serving bowls
her expression firmed. She would not inflict a relationship like that
on either Ranma or Akane. They both would marry someone who
could be a lover in all meanings of the word. Akane would need a
nice boy, maybe that Ryouga fellow. Despite their fighting, she
knew Ranma liked him, and Akane seemed fond of him as well.
True it was only fondness, but that could ripen into love if Nodoka
did her work right.
Ranma was a harder problem, but there was one possibility.
Nodoka had led a sheltered life, but she had once heard from an
acquaintance, that there were women who preferred the company of
other women. Maybe she could find a girl like that for Ranma.
As she picked up the tray of food she paused, struck by a
sudden thought. Akane and Ranma had a friend, Ukyou the girl's
name was. Nodoka had not had much contact with her, and after the
wedding fiasco had not really wanted to have any at all. Akane
however had assured her that Ukyou was really a good friend who
had just gone over the edge that one time. She had since apologized
for it, and was once again a friend. She was also Nodoka recalled,
thanks to her husband's greed and stupidity, engaged to Ranma.
This Ukyou dressed in a very masculine manner, and her
speech was almost as rough as Ranma's. Maybe she was one of
those girls that liked other girls. Nodoka resolved to investigate the
possibility.
Ranma had been glad to find that Nabiki was finished with the
bathroom. Despite her bravado when leaving the dinner table, she
had not looked forward to confronting Nabiki. The older girl had
always been able to fluster her, and Nabiki's blatant behavior earlier
in the laundry room had disturbed her more than she cared to admit,
even to herself.
Fortunately the need to go toe to toe with Nabiki for the
privilege of an immediate hot bath never arose. The bathroom was
vacant when she got there. So after a bracing cold scrub, Ranma
settled in for a long hot soak.
She had been soaking for about five minutes when the sound of
the bathroom door sliding open drew her attention. Relaxed by the
hot water she did not start at the sound. Instead she languidly
looked over to see who it was. Her casual air disappeared, and her
body stiffened in surprise, as she saw Akane standing in the
doorway.
Akane was naked. Nothing blocked Ranma's view but a small
towel held in front of her middle. Ranma felt herself begin to grow
warm. Akane pose was identical to the first time she had ever seen
the male Ranma. That time she had fled screaming, but now it was
not an expression of shock that suffused her face.
"Hello love, mind if I join you?" Akane said, her voice low and
throaty, as if she were trying to mimic a vamp from a cheesy tv
show. The joke was lost on the stunned Ranma.
"Aa . . . sure, I guess so, lots of room in here."
Akane dropped the towel on the floor, and in all her glory
walked over and sat down on the stool in the scrubbing area.
Ranma watched her as she moved, her eyes taking in the
smooth play of Akane's muscles as they shifted under the thin layer
of baby fat that still softened her firm musculature. She held her
breath as Akane's small breasts bounced ever so slightly with each
step. Her eyes lowered to Akane's hips and a flush covered her face
as she found herself staring at the mossy dell that covered Akane's
sex.
Akane was very aware of Ranma's attention and she
exaggerated every move she made. Slowly she lowered herself onto
the washing stool, and facing the tub let her legs spread slightly,
giving Ranma an unrestricted view of her most secret of places.
Then, with a very slight grin on her face, she filled a bucket of
water from the tap. Never taking her eyes off Ranma, she poured the
bucket of cold water over her head. Ranma gulped as Akane's
female form shifted and disappeared, leaving her massive masculine
form sitting in its place.
Again exaggerating every move, Akane picked up a bar of soap
and started to work up a lather, rubbing his hands over every bulging
muscle on his body, not neglecting the one between his legs. Unlike
the first time this had happened, Akane no longer felt any distaste at
handling his erection. The pleasure of his stroking hand was quite
nice, and he had masturbated in male form several times already. He
was now fully comfortable with his new attachment, and was eager
to try it out some more, but not tonight, he had other plans. That
didn't mean he couldn't tease Ranma a little however.
Ranma gulped, as she found herself unable to tear her gaze
away from the erection thrusting upwards from Akane's groin.
When Akane wrapped a soapy hand around it and started to move
his hand up and down, she swallowed to clear her mouth of the spit
that had suddenly flooded it.
She had taken that inside her body? It did not seem possible.
It was so big, and she was so small. Her mind raced back to the
event of that night, and she recalled the feeling of that piece of meat
thrusting into her defenseless little pussy, filling what felt like every
available inch, and then more.
She swallowed another mouthful of spit, as Akane stood up
and washed the soap off of his body with another bucket of water.
He was so damn large. He loomed over Ranma like a mountain.
Suddenly Ranma was very glad for the warm water she was sitting
in. When Akane joined her, that very distracting body would
disappear, and so, hopefully, would the perverted thoughts that were
filling her head. Damn it! She was a guy! What the hell was she
doing staring at some other guy's pecker?! Even if the said pecker
belonged to the girl she loved. God this was confusing.
Akane smiled to himself as he took in Ranma's wide eyed stare,
and more specifically, what Ranma was staring at. For a second he
was tempted to forget about his plans. Almost, he gave into the
temptation to lift the small girl out of the tub, and to bend her wet,
supple, body over the rim of the furo. His cock twitched, as his mind
conjured up an image of himself thrusting his recently acquired
maleness into Ranma from behind as her breasts swayed and
splashed in the water of the furo.
He shoved the thought aside. For almost a year, he had been
wanting to get his hands, and other things on Ranma's female body,
and those dreams had not included him being masculine when he
did so. His first time with Ranma had been influenced by the
circumstances. He had been given no choice as to how he made love
to Ranma. Now he had that choice. There would be many
opportunities to plunder Ranma's body with his new masculine
attachment, but for now he wanted to make love to her as a female.
Walking slowly toward the tub his smile broadened as Ranma
pulled herself as far into the tub as she could go without drowning.
Her sigh of relief was quite loud as Akane stepped into the furo, and
shifted back to her much less threatening female body.
Ranma's relief was short lived however. Akane wasted no time
in sliding over to her and taking the smaller girl into her arms.
Ranma squirmed in her grip, but just as in the store, her diminished
strength was no match for Akane's. Her efforts to escape ceased as
Akane's fingers slid down her body and stroked over her slit.
Ranma shuddered, and the arms that had been pressing against
Akane suddenly wrapped around the bigger girl and pulled her tight
against her body. Akane felt a tremor ripple through Ranma's body,
felt Ranma's nipples harden and press against her breasts. Their wet,
slippery forms, slid against each other as their mouths searched for,
and found each other. Hungrily they devoured their partner's lips,
their tongues dancing in and out of each others mouth.
Greatly daring, Ranma slid her hand down Akane's body, and
between her legs. Finding the opening she was looking for, she
thrust a finger deep into Akane's sex. Akane stiffened and pulling
her mouth away from Ranma's, she said in a hoarse voice.
"Easy, easy, not so fast dear, more like this."
Akane demonstrated with the finger that she had been stroking
Ranma with. "You have to be gentle, slow and easy to start with."
Hesitantly Ranma tried to copy what Akane was doing. It was
difficult to focus however. The flashes of pleasure that Akane's
stroking elicited kept distracting her.
"Akaneeee," she panted, her face flushed with pleasure. She
reached down and grasped Akane's wrist. "Please, it's too much! I
can't concentrate with you doing that."
Akane smiled at her, "so would you rather I got some cold
water? Then you wouldn't have to do anything. Just lie there and
let me do all the work. I never thought you were that lazy."
"No way," Ranma gasped out, as Akane intensified her
stroking, "next time a dick goes into a pussy, it's going to be mine
into yours" She suddenly threw back her head and gasped as a small
orgasm caused her muscles to contract her thighs around Akane's
hand, trapping the digit that was thrust deeply into her body, for a
minute she ground herself against Akane until the waves of pleasure
subsided.
"You sure about that?" Akane said with a smirk, "you seem to
enjoy being a girl a lot, and I have the better 'dick' after all." Ranma
could make no verbal argument, she was too busy gasping for breath,
but she did lean forward and lightly nip one of Akane's engorged
nipples in retaliation, causing Akane to shout in surprise and to
withdraw her hand from between Ranma's legs.
Akane grappled with Ranma, and both girls slipped below the
water. For a minute the water roiled as they carried out their fight
hidden beneath its surface. Then they both burst from the water
choking on the water they had swallowed and struggling for breath,
their sputtering mixed with choked laughter. While under water
Akane had managed to get behind Ranma, and now was holding
Ranma's arm once again high up in the middle of her back.
With a grunt of effort Akane lifted Ranma partially into the air
and shoved her half out of the furo, draping her over the lip and
leaving her ass sticking high up in the air, both vulnerable and
accessible. Standing up carefully in the slippery tub, she draped her
body over Ranma's, grinding her hips into the redhead's up turned
ass. Leaning forward, being sure to keep Ranma's arm shoved well
up the middle of her back, Akane lightly nibbled on one of the
Ranma's ears.
She whispered, "you feel so damn good! I've been holding back
all day, and now you're mine!"
"Really? . . . I don't think so!" With that Ranma shoved her
feet against the bottom of the furo, and tumbled both herself and
Akane out of the tub and onto the floor, Ranma ended up on top, her
legs straddling Akane's body and facing toward her feet. Looking
over her shoulder, she grinned at the surprised brunette.
"Ha, skill over muscle will win every time." Ranma faced
forward again, and bending her head down she took a look at
Akane's vagina. This was her first chance at a really good look at
what a girl looked like down there. Sure she was a girl, but subtle as
she was, she could not bend quite that well, at least not well enough
to get a really close look.
Parting the outer lips of Akane's pussy with her fingers, she
grinned as her actions were answered by a moan of passion from
behind her. Ranma slid her hips back along Akane's upper body
until her thighs pressed against Akane's breasts, she then lowered
herself down onto the bigger girl, and started examining the delicate
pink structure of Akane's sex. She pressed the outer and inner lips
apart and stared in fascination at the small pulsing opening they had
concealed. So small, she thought to herself. Was her own like that?
How had Ryouga and Akane managed to force themselves into such
a small opening? Intrigued she slid a finger along the slick flesh,
picking up a heavy coating of honey as she did so. Sliding the now
lubricated finger over the opening to Akane's sex, and keeping in
mind Akane's earlier remarks, she gently inserted her questing digit
into the small opening.
She grinned in delight as the soft flesh parted before her
probing finger and almost sucked it inside. Akane's continual
moans of passion spurred her on, and she moved her hand back and
forth, moving her finger in and out of Akane's clutching opening.
Akane hot flesh griped her finger tightly, and again she wondered
how on earth the small opening could accommodate anything as
large as hers had. Experimenting, she added a second finger to the
first, and Akane's pulsing flesh allowed it to slid inside as easily as
the first one had. Now working both fingers back and forth, Ranma
watched as the tiny bud of Akane's clitoris emerged from under its
protective hood. She lowered her head for a closer look.
Suddenly she felt Akane's hands on either side of her hips, and
pressing her legs as tightly together as she could, she prepared to
resist Akane's attempt to dislodge her.
However, dislodging her was the farthest thing from Akane's
mind. Lifting the redhead's body just enough to clear her breast's,
she pulled firmly backwards. Ranma felt her body slide several
inches back along Akane's. The hand she had been using to prop
herself up with, slipped on the floor and she belly flopped onto
Akane's stomach. The next thing she felt was Akane's fingers, as
they gently parted the folds of her sex. They were quickly followed
by Akane's tongue as it lightly licked her moist flesh.
Ranma threw back her head and gasped as Akane's other
pleasure muscle sought out, and stimulated, what felt like every
nerve she possessed. She moaned in disappointment as Akane let
her head fall back and removed her face from Ranma's crotch.
"Akaneeee, please, don't stop. I was so close."
Akane's voice floated up from behind her, "Well, you know
what they say Ranma, you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours."
"What have backs got to do with . . . ? O . . . Oooo!! You
don't mean . . . ?"
"You got it, so if you want to get more of the same, you'd better
be prepared to get your licks in."
Ranma looked down at the pink flesh that was now glistening
just a few inches below her chin. The smell of passion floated up
from the thick juices that had coated Akane's sex and run down her
legs. Tentatively Ranma bent forward, trying to muster up the
courage to taste this new delicacy. After all, she thought to herself,
it's not as if Akane cooked it or nothing, and she seemed to like
mine fine.
Still not completely convinced, Ranma gingerly lowered her
head, and let the tip of her tongue lightly brush Akane's inner thigh,
licking up some of the juices that had run down from her honey pot.
It was not bad. As a matter of fact it was almost good, a little salty,
but not bad at all.
The little tremor that ran through Akane's body at the touch of
her tongue, encouraged her to try a longer taste. Lowering her head
again, this time she licked Akane's sex directly. Akane reacted with
much more than a gentle tremble to this more intense stimulation.
She drew up her legs, planting her feet flat on the floor, and closed
her thighs tightly on either side of Ranma's head, pinning her in
place.
As her legs insured that Ranma would not abandon her new
task, Akane's arms circled Ranma's hips and hugged her tightly.
Lifting her mouth to Ranma's flowing sex, she preceded to give
Ranma a practical demonstration on the fine art of cunnilingus.
The excitement Akane felt at finally being able to let herself go
showed up in other areas of her body. A small spurt of fluid shot
from her fluttering pussy and dampened Ranma's face, another spurt
followed it as a series of tremors, at least point nine, racked Akane's
body. When the last spasm was done, Akane attacked Ranma's
pussy with renewed vigor.
This time, even as she felt pleasure rocketing through her body,
Ranma did not neglect Akane, her head was still trapped between
Akane's powerful thighs, but she did not fight the grip, instead she
started to eagerly lap at the juices flowing from Akane's pink
wetness. The longer she did so, the better she liked the taste. I
could learn to love this, she thought. I wonder if a person could live
on this stuff. Then another wave of pleasure washed all thoughts
from her mind and she lost herself in the pleasure of the moment.
Nabiki gently shut the door, and leaned against the washing
machine, she withdrew the hand that she had earlier thrust down the
front of her shorts and wiped the moisture on it off on her clothing.
"Hooo, . . . boy are those two hot." She held up the camera that
she had been using one handed. I hope these come out alright. I'd
hate for them to be all blurry after being lucky enough to catch those
two unaware."
Nabiki, shuddered as a low moan came from the other side of
the door. Easy, easy, don't get carried away, you've got a full load of
film shot. Don't ruin it all by getting caught. Reluctantly Nabiki
followed her own advice and left the laundry room. Behind her the
moaning continued for some time.
Ranma was the first to give up. What had been an invigorating
day of shopping for Akane, had been one of the hardest ordeals
Ranma had ever endured. With a one last soft moan, she collapsed
on top of Akane, and just lay there, twitching slightly every now and
then, as Akane continued to lap at her flowing nectar. Finally
Akane came out of her own pleasure fog, and realized that Ranma
was a limp weight on top of her body.
Releasing the grip her thighs had maintained, she let her legs
fall flat to the floor. Rolling the unresisting Ranma off her body, she
sat up and looked down at the sated girl.
Ranma lay flat on her back, a glazed look in her eyes. Her legs
were partly spread, revealing the puffy red lips of her over stimulated
sex. Juices continued to run from her slightly open pussy, and a thin
stream was running down one thigh and pooling on the floor under
her.
Akane smiled in affection at this picture of a well fucked girl.
She felt very proud of bringing Ranma to this state. Her own
pleasure had been considerable during their mutual 69, but the sight
of Ranma's happy, if dazed expression caused a whole other type of
pleasure.
After drinking in Ranma's contented expression for a few
minutes, she groaned and rolled to her knees. Gathering up Ranma,
who murmured in protest at being disturbed, she got to her feet and
moved the few feet to the scrubbing area, and sat down on the stool,
holding Ranma in her lap, she reached over and turned on the tap to
fill up a bucket of water.
Ranma shuddered as Akane poured the cold water over them
both, but she only snuggled closer to Akane, seemingly oblivious to
the fact that she was now sitting in the lap of a very large and
masculine man.
Fortunately for Ranma's peace of mind, Akane's masculine
form did not posses the sexual stamina of her female body. His penis
hung limp, and unresponsive, between his legs as he soaped both
Ranma and himself, removing all evidence of their recent activity.
Giving both of them a final rinse. Akane carried Ranma over to the
furo, and gently lowered her into it, before stepping into it himself.
Cuddling up to Ranma, Akane sat back and let the heat soak into her
body. Ranma's head flopped over and nestled on her shoulder, and
she contently sat there stroking Ranma's head.
After a half an hour, she nudged Ranma, then when that did
not work she got out of the furo, and lifted the dozing girl out after
her. For a second she was tempted to stick Ranma under the cold
shower, but she looked down at Ranma's cute face, relaxed, and so
very cute in her sleep, and could not bring herself to do it. Instead
she went to the effort of dressing Ranma in a bathrobe, and then
setting Ranma against the laundry machine started to dress herself.
Ranma finally woke up as Akane was bending over to pick up
her boxers. Disoriented for a minute, she just sat there and enjoyed
the view. Then she noticed Akane's boxers, and moved by curiosity,
asked, "Where did you get those? And how come they fit?"
Akane had just pulled the boxers up to her waist, and the legs
hung past her knees. Turning she lifted an eyebrow at Ranma's half
asleep question. "You must have been really out of it during the
shopping trip. I was wearing these when I changed in front of you,
as a matter of fact, I had to take them off to try on most of those
dresses. You mean you never noticed?"
At Ranma's head shake, she twisted the waist band of the
boxers and turned it so Ranma could see it had been doubled over on
top of itself.
"Your mother came up with the idea. We took one of the
boxers Nabiki bought for my male form, and folded the waist band
over on itself. Then we put a few stitches in to hold it in place, but
few enough so that if I get splashed with cold water they'll break,
and I'll still have a little covering.
"It's your fault actually that she came up with the idea. If you
had not splashed me with hot water at the dinner table the other day,
all my clothes would have stayed in place, but you did, and when dad
splashed me with cold water. . . Well, if you recall, I flashed your
mother. She decided I had better take precautions against something
like that happening again. . . ." Akane broke off as a snore floated up
from the little girl sitting on the floor. For a second she was angry at
Ranma's nodding off in the middle of her speech. Then her
expression once again softened as she looked at Ranma laying there,
so cute so vulnerable, and trusting her enough to fall asleep in her
presence.
Ranma had been through some traumatic events in the last
couple of days, and Akane had not necessarily given her reason to
trust her/him, but she clearly did.
Bending over, Akane picked up Ranma, and carried her off to
bed. Off to Ranma's bed, tempting as it was, Akane would not abuse
Ranma's trust in her by carrying her off to her room to ravage,
tempting as the thought was.
Tucking Ranma in, Akane bent over and kissed her on the
forehead. Ranma smiled in her sleep and murmured, "Akane."
Akane smiled in delight, and tiptoed out of the room. Shortly
afterwards she was slipping into her own bed, and was wondering
what the first day of school, her first day passing as a man, was
going to be like. She drifted off to sleep, and a frown twisted her
face as various images of her, as a man at school flitted across her
mind. Then her dreams shifted from school, to a certain former red
head. A happy smile spread across her face, and her breathing
smoothed out and became deep and even.
Night slipped over the Tendos', and all was silent and still.
Until a small shadow flowed over the wall surrounding the
compound and up the wall of house. With no hesitation it
scampered along the roof eave until it came to a certain window. It
slipped inside, and the night was once again still, for a little while.
Well there is the end of Chapter three, hopefully Chapter four will be
out very soon.
I hope you enjoyed it. I have gotten so much positive response to
chapter one and two, I am a little afraid that people will find this
chapter a little soft. Don't worry, I'll try to get some hot and heavy
breathing going next chapter.
I would very much like to get feedback on this. This chapter would
not have been done nearly as quickly, if it had not been for the
people who wrote and told me how much they liked the other
chapters, your comment really do make a difference.
I would like to thank all the people who did so. It made all the work
worthwhile.
I would also like to thank Wade Tritschler. Without him this would
not be nearly as readable as it is.
Wade has not done any lemons . . . Yet. But anyone who has written
a story where Akane and Shampoo become lovers is not far from
falling over the edge into Hentai-hood.
You can find his stories at <http://www.mala.bc.ca/~tritscwa>
Try his stories out. They're very good.
As well I would like to thank a certain, red head, she contributed a
large section of this story, I may have altered it to fit my style, but
the basic concept and ideas were hers.
Thanks Green Eyes.
Authors notes:
This may come as a surprise to you ^_^, but I am very bad at being
concise. I write and the story unfolds, I know where I'm going with
this, and I will get there eventually. I hope you will stick with me
for the duration. Believe me, I intend to have some very interesting
revelations coming up.
Other chapters of this can be found at the RAAC archive.
As well it is on the following home pages.
The Sakura lemon page.
<http://anime.muck.com/~sakura/>
Rteker's lemon page
http://members.aol.com/RTeker/Lemons.html
The Hungry Tiger
schell@interlog.com