This is a side story to Gregg Sharp's "Happi Days" fic, which was 
authorized by him.  Mr. Sharp can be reached at MetroAnime@aol.com though 
he's asked that you hold off on asking for back chapters until he's 
finished revising them.  (Any day now, yes?)  A knowledge of the original 
story is helpful.




[Editor's Note:  As part of understanding the nature of the Bishoujo 
Brides of Fuurinkan incident, we believe it is helpful to examine the 
accounts of those who were there.  Fortunately, we have an excellent 
first-hand account written at the time by one of those affected.]



			JOURNAL OF SANJURO TANAKA
			   by Scott K. Jamison
(Ranma 1/2 and its associated characters were created by Rumiko 
Takahashi.  Tetsuo was created by Gregg Sharp.  Everyone else is mine.)  



MONDAY

	Grampa says I should write this all down in a journal, so twenty 
years from now, when my kids doubt my stories, I can haul it out for 
proof.  Of course, even if Grampa had kept a journal himself, I don't 
think anyone would believe his War stories.  I mean, a whole island of-- 
	But enough about him.  I'm Sanjuro Tanaka, age 17, junior at 
Fuurinkan High.  I'm not a grind, but I do okay in class, and I'm pretty 
gifted at soccer.  I want to grow up to be a construction worker like my 
Dad, though I'm planning to go to college so I can get promoted to 
supervisor faster.
	If I can get through this little crisis.
	Today during second period, all the sprinklers in the school went 
off at once.  Harmless prank, right?  Wrong.  This weird old pervert 
named Happosai had loaded the pipes with something called "Jyuusenkyo 
Water" as a part of his revenge against Ranma Saotome, who's in the 
freshman class.  Long story.  I'll just stick in the Nabfile on him 
later. 
	What Jyuusenkyo Water does is change you into something else, in 
this case, a girl.  Normally, it then lets you switch back and forth, but 
Happosai's somehow made it "on" only, so we're kind of stuck, though we 
didn't find that out till later.  Right then, we just sat around in shock 
until Nabiki Tendou, who I'd date if I actually had a decent allowance, 
announced who'd done this to us.
	Tatewaki Kunou, the captain of the Kendo team, immediately 
pronounced a crusade against this "sorceror", and like sheep, we followed 
him.  If I'd remembered how much pain his "you must defeat Akane Tendou 
to date her" announcement had caused me, I would have thought twice.  I 
didn't, so I ended up chase Happosai around most of the day.  We never 
did catch him.
	Around mid-afternoon, I was hot and tired and hungry, and I 
needed to use the toilet something awful.  It was at this point my new 
condition really percolated through my blind fury.  I just stood there in 
the park for a while, trying to figure out which restroom to use.
	When I couldn't stand it anymore, I ran into the men's room, 
found a stall, and slammed the door behind me.  Several very embarrassing 
minutes later, I was staring at the...thing between my legs.  It wasn't 
as though I hadn't seen one before (never mind where), but it just looked 
so *wrong* there.  Not to mention those unsightly bulges pushing out my 
shirt.  I was about to unbutton and look at those when someone knocked on 
the stall door.
	"Um, excuse me, Miss, but this is a men's room, and I'll have to 
ask you to leave."  When I came out, the park attendant was very careful 
not to look at me.
	The Happosai hunt had moved on by then, so I bought some chips 
from the vending machine and ate them on the way home.  
	My parents had seen TV reports on what had happened, so they were 
relieved to see I was okay (well, other than the obvious), and not 
suffering from any "mental effects."  This was the first I'd heard of 
those.  I'm kind of hoping the old freak was bluffing about those.  He 
*had* to be bluffing about the "no cure" part.
	Anyway, since I already have two older sisters and a younger one, 
Mom didn't feel an urgent need to turn me into a daughter.  Dad and 
Grampa both agreed with me that I should hang on to my masculinity as 
much as possible.  Hey, if Ranma can tough it out, so can I.
	Grampa gave me a buzz cut, which normally I wouldn't be too happy 
about, but it does make me look a little less feminine.  He learned 
barbering skills on the island where his patrol got stranded, along with 
umpteen other weird skills he keeps revealing.  At least he says that's 
where he learned all this stuff.  I'm going to bind my breasts like that 
Kuonji chick that runs the okonomiyaki joint, and just keep on wearing 
the same clothes and being the same macho guy I always was.  Maybe just a 
little extra macho, in case.
	I called up a couple of my buddies, to see how they were doing.  
I got off lucky, I guess.  Koujiro Kanto's mom has been down on men since 
his father dumped her for his secretary, so she was right away all for the 
change.  She started calling him "Koko-chan" and dragged him off to some 
boutique where she and the saleslady played dress-up doll with him.  He 
was practically crying when he told me his mom was throwing out all his 
old clothes.
	Deru had it even worse.  His parents belong to one of those 
fringe religions that believes all mass media is hopelessly corrupted by 
godless Communists or something, so they hadn't heard anything about what 
happened.  It took him three hours of reciting his life story, several 
oaths and a call to their guru before they'd even let him in the house.  
When I talked to him, his folks were waiting for an exorcist to arrive.  
	Bathing was...an experience.  I didn't get much time to freak out 
about my new body, because Shiiko, she's the baby of the family, marched 
right on in and insisted on helping me scrub.  At least she remembered to 
call me "brother".
 	Enough for tonight, I guess.  Please, Amaterasu-sama, let this be 
all a dream when I wake up.

TUESDAY

	No such luck.
	The most important thing I learned today is that girls can pee 
standing up.  It's tricky, but it can be done.
	The buzz cut didn't help much.  My hair grew an inch overnight.  
Mom helped me do the breast bindings, and Grampa taught me a few new 
obscenities to sprinkle in conversation.  Dad slapped me on the shoulder 
and told me to "take it like a man."
	Most of the students were milling around in front of the school, 
trying to figure out who was who.  Most of the girls were fairly easy to 
identify.  They looked mostly like themselves with makeovers.  The boys 
were more varied.  Some of them were in girls' uniforms, some in boys' 
uniforms like me, others in an assortment of clothing.  One of the 
seniors was wearing a sweatsuit three sizes too large for him in a vain 
attempt to hide his curves.
	I found Koujiro looking very uncomfortable in a schooldress, and 
trying to scrub makeup off his face.  He had some very uncomplimentary 
things to say about his mother.  They'd had a big fight this morning 
about redecorating his room, and he was afraid she'd go ahead even though 
she'd promised not to.  "She wants to make everything pink, and toss my 
F1 posters for some `heroines of the liberation movement' junk."
	I offered to store anything he could salvage at my place until we 
got cured.  After all, Ranma always gets the better of that Happosai 
creep in the end.
	Then a girl in a frilly pink frock with really deep cleavage and 
a huge pink bow in her hair pranced up to us and twirled around 
daintily.  "Hi hi Sanjuro-chan, Koujiro-chan!  Doesn't Nobu-chan look so 
pretty-pretty cute?"  It took me a moment to register that this was in 
fact Nobu Hojo, the notorious peeper, and the third biggest pervert in 
our school after Kunou and Ranma.
	"Nobu?"  I felt sick to my stomach.  "Dear kami, there *are* 
mental effects!"
	"Don't be silly," he replied in a very serious tone of voice.  
"I'm the same red-blooded guy, but as long as I've got this body, I might 
as well enjoy it.  Besides," he went all starry-eyed, "kawaii li'l 
Nobu-chan can get into any ladies' dressing room in town!" 
	"Peeper's paradise, huh?" asked Koujiro.  "But isn't there a 
little something missing?"
	Nobu smirked.  "Well, yeah, but I test-drove the new equipment 
last night, and it's good to go.  The engine takes a little more time to 
warm up, but man, does it run!"
	I rolled my eyes.  "That's more than I needed to know, Nobu."
	"That's Nobu-*chan*!" he pouted.
	The bell rang, and we went to class, though with the confusion 
going on, nobody got put on bucket duty for being late to homeroom.
	Kunou had reverted to his kendo outfit, with some pins keeping it 
from popping open.  There was no sign of Deru at all.  Like all the 
classes today, it was mostly the teacher trying to soldier on despite 
shellshock.
	Between classes, I approached Momoko, a girl I've gone out with a 
few times.  The Jyuusenkyo Water had been exceptionally kind to her.
	"Looking hot, Momoko."
	"Thank you, Sanjuro.  Excuse me, I have to talk to Tetsuo now," 
she said, brushing me off.
	Oh yeah, forgot to mention, Tetsuo's a transfer student from over 
in Juuban, and just happened to be out of school yesterday.  Lucky 
bastard.  His desk was surrounded with girls, and I wasn't the only guy 
shooting dark looks his way.  I guess he was a little uncomfortable with 
all the attention, but so what?  At least he still had his proper parts.  
	Nabiki handed out some flyers with services listed, the most 
notable of which was the location of a nearby shop for "discreet 
replacement of undergarments."  Seems she'd set this up for the girls 
once Happosai started doing regular panty raids in the neighborhood, and 
it was "now serving those with changing needs."
	There was an assembly right after lunch.  The Principal was 
wearing a really garish floral print muu-muu.  I'm a little surprised it 
wasn't a grass skirt.  After translation of his dialect, the gist was 
that boys were still expected to get monk-style haircuts, but girls could 
have any "attractive" hairdo.  Also, it had been decided that the current 
girl's uniform was kind of tacky, so it would be replaced by a more 
flattering sailor fuku style.
	Tetsuo went white for some reason, and most of the real girls 
cheered.  Kunou speechified about how he would *never* wear one, but I 
heard he'd already worn one of his sister's the day before, and was now 
calling himself the Blue Rose.  We had to form up in lines and get 
measured before we left.  No, I'm not going to tell you my sizes.  But 
if I really was a girl, they'd be respectable.
	Several of the team didn't bother showing up for soccer practice, 
not that I can blame them.  Boxer shorts were mostly okay, but I couldn't 
keep the jockstrap from riding wrong, and wearing a cup was kind of a 
joke.  We broke up early.
	After that, I went over to Koujiro's place and helped him 
scavenge his stuff from the trash bin.  His mother had even tossed out 
his Nomo-autographed baseball!  Bitch.  We hauled the boxes over to home, 
the nice thing about having my sister Ichiko away at college is that we 
can use her room to store stuff.
	When Grampa heard what'd happened, he insisted on tutoring me and 
Koujiro in the "manly arts" of smoking cigars, drinking sake, and playing 
poker.  Neither of us quite got the hang of the first one.  Frankly, 
cigars are one part of macho-ness I can skip.  I did better at the poker 
playing, and Koujiro really took to sake.
	He was on his fifth cup when his mother showed up, and boy was 
she mad!  Koujiro was supposed to have met her for an interview to get 
into a fancy cram/charm school for proper young ladies.  Then Grampa got 
into a shouting match with her about calling her son "Koko-chan."  If 
that wasn't embarrassing enough, then he got started on the War, and Mom 
had to give him his pills.
	After supper, I finally remembered to check up on Deru.  The 
exorcism had failed (if it had worked, I would've converted, you bet) and 
now his parents were making him fast and sweat to weaken the "evil 
spirits" while they wait for the guru himself to fly in.  They think this 
is their punishment for sending Deru to a secular school.
	Time to finish my homework.

WEDNESDAY

	There *are* mental effects.  I was too distracted to notice 
yesterday, but looking back the girls were acting more, well, "girly" 
than usual.  And a few of the guys have...changed.  Joe Watanabe had this 
kind of glazed look in his eyes, and when I asked how he was coping, he 
asked, "Coping with what?"
	"You know, with turning into a chick."
	"Oh, I've always been a woman."
	"That's not what *I* remember, Joe."
	"I mean inside, Sanjuro-chan.  I just never realized it before.  
I was too busy hiding behind my male shell.  But now I can be my true 
self."  He giggled.
	I shuddered and backed away quickly.
	There was still no sign of Ranma, and people got tired of paying 
Nabiki to say, "I'm still researching that.  Would you like a cookie?"  
It's going to be a while before she can actually sell cookies, except 
maybe as paperweights.  Hope Ranma gets back from wherever soon.
	Only two of the restrooms at school are labeled for "boys" now, 
one on third floor and one on first.  The real girls all got a big laugh 
out of the men actually having to wait in line.  While it's just the 
signs on the doors right now, they're going to replace the urinals in the 
other restrooms with stalls soon.  More overtime for Dad's company! 
	Between second and third periods, Koujiro tried to throw himself 
off the clock tower.  Lucky they had someone on guard up there.  The 
nurse had to give him a sedative, and Koujiro's mom was pulled out of 
work to get him.  She agreed not to make him go to that "charm school" 
when the Principal told her that Fuurinkan's class schedule will be 
changing anyways to reflect the new gender mix.
	The first of the new girls' uniforms came late in the afternoon.  
Just my luck, all my sizes were in stock.  I keep praying it won't 
actually come to me in a fuku.  And for the life of me, I can't figure 
out why Tetsuo is so upset.  It's not like *he's* expected to wear one.
	Coach announced that due to several resignations, and his being 
informed no other boys' soccer team would play us (believe it or not, 
there's actually a rule that sort of covers it!), we would be folded into 
the girls' soccer team.  I'm pretty sure to make the first string, since 
they've needed a good wing all season.
	No one answered at Deru's place.  Hope he's okay.
	Grampa took me, Nichie (my second-eldest sister) and Shiiko on in 
a game of poker.  I'm getting pretty good at it, though Shiiko won the 
biggest pot.  We all hit Grampa when he suggested strip poker.

THURSDAY

	I had a weird dream last night.  I've probably had weird dreams 
all week, but this one I remember.
	In the dream, I was pregnant.  Hugely, enormously, smuggling a 
watermelon under my dress pregnant.  I had to waddle like a duck, and 
take potty breaks every hour, but I felt so happy and proud and 
fulfilled, and all my sisters were jealous because I was going to have a 
baby first, and I was practically glowing at the idea of breastfeeding my 
little bundle of joy, and the only worry I had was how I was going to 
keep the house clean enough for my wife--
	And a voice that sounded a lot like me said, "Wife?"
	Another voice that also sounded like me replied, "Of course, 
silly.  I'm a guy."
	"Oh, that's right," the first voice said, "Wait a minute.  I'm a 
guy, and I'm *pregnant*?  AAAGGHH!"
	And I woke up.
	My hair's gotten to the shaggy stage.  I shaved this morning, just 
for the masculine feeling of it, since I only needed to take off the 
face hair once a week anyway when I was a boy, and slapped on some Old 
Spice. 
	Deru was back in school, wrapped head to toe in magenta robes 
that made it difficult to tell if he was human, let alone what gender he 
was. 
	"When the Guru couldn't cure me," Deru explained, "he declared 
that being a girl was obviously my Zuumlikkat'nort."
	"Zoo-huh?"
	"Destiny.  Anyway, he said I could go back to school, as long as 
I dressed properly for a woman.  If it still hasn't worn off or something 
by the end of term, he'll arrange a...union for me."
	"Eww."  I couldn't think of anything more encouraging to say.
	"The only consolation so far is that my mother has to dress the 
same way.  Before, she was slacking."
	There were fewer male uniforms in sight today, and shorter lines 
at the boys' rooms.  The latest reports said that the Jyuusenkyo Water 
we'd all been splashed with was from the Spring of Drowned Bishoujo 
Bride, which I guess explains why the girls were affected too, and why 
the Wedding Peach fan club had suddenly doubled in size.
	At lunch, Happosai showed up.  I think he's getting bored waiting 
for his big showdown.  I helped chase him around for a while, and then 
the old pervert jumped me.  I didn't even see him change direction!
	He jumped onto my chest, burrowed into my shirt, and fastened 
onto my boobs.  Yep, even through the bindings.  I'd always thought girls 
overreacted to him.  I mean, it's just a little rubbing, right?  Wrong.  
Happosai doesn't just touch, he *violates*.  The way he fondles you, you 
*know* he's taking something away from you.
	"Interesting scent, Missy, but I think something with a floral 
note would suit you better," he cackled, then leapt away just as a bunch 
of brooms came down on me.  Ouch.
	A few more kids tried jumping from the clock tower today.  Only 
one managed to get past the guard, a weirdo named Tsubasa who doesn't 
even go to our school.  But the "clock gear" disguise he was wearing 
broke his fall, so he wasn't too badly hurt.
	I did great at the soccer tryout, until my chest bindings 
snapped, I guess Happosai must have weakened them earlier, so I was 
jiggling all over the place.  It's kind of hard to concentrate on ball 
control when you got that sort of thing going on.
	Coach Kanzaki, the girls' soccer coach, said I still qualified 
for first string, since her team had a couple of resignations too.  But 
then she told me I'd have to wear a sports bra.
	I told her exactly what I thought of that notion.
	"My, I haven't heard some of those words since I left the Defense 
Force."  She laughed and slapped me on the back.  "Nice to see you've 
got a little fire in you, but you still need to wear the bra.  Kuonji 
trained for years to move in those chest bindings, and we only have until 
next Saturday."
	I told her I'd think about it.  Painful though it is, I've 
decided that giving up soccer would be worse than wearing the proper 
safety equipment.
	After that I hooked up with a bunch of the guys that are still 
holding out and went to the arcade.  I kicked ass on the new Mortal 
Kombat vs. Killer Instinct game, until Koujiro got in with me.  He plays 
a mean Liu Kang.
	Then we sneaked up on the arcade roof with some beer to 
girlwatch.  I don't much like beer, and besides, I'm in training, so I 
just had a soda instead.  After a while, I noticed something weird.  The 
guys who were drinking the most were starting to use feminine 
speech--except Koujiro, and he was slugging down more than anyone.
	Guess alcohol lowers your resistance to the "mental effects", and 
Koujiro just has a natural tolerance for booze.  When I left, one of the 
guys I didn't know too well was wolf-whistling at delivery boys.
	Well, if Koujiro can hold on with all the pressure he's been 
getting, I can too.  That's it for tonight.

FRIDAY

	Nichie sneaked into the bathroom last night and took some 
pictures of me naked.  After I nearly strangled her, she promised they 
were *only* for me to have a record when I get cured.  I made her 
pinky-swear Nabiki would never get a copy.
	The Principal announced this morning that all the new fukus had 
arrived, so there wasn't any excuse for students to be out of uniform.  
We pretty much ignored him.
	Tetsuo is practically climbing the walls; as the only full boy 
left in the class, he's the target of all the girls, real and "gone 
over."  I hadn't noticed it before, but he's kind of cute when he 
squirms. 
	At lunch, I nipped over to "Nabiki's Secret", as we've taken to 
calling it, to get that sports bra.  It wasn't nearly as bad as I 
thought.  They didn't have any of the frilly fancy stuff on display.  The 
clerk said it was all she could do to keep the normal undies in stock.  
She was very professional and non-pushy, seemed kind of bored, actually. 
	The bra was so much more comfortable than those bindings that I 
decided to just wear it for the rest of the day.  Then I, well, I asked 
about panties.  My boxers had been bunching up on me funny, and in there 
somehow I felt less embarrassed about trying on lingerie.
	So I came out of the store wearing white cotton panties under my 
boys' uniform, and a week's supply of them in a bag from Osaka Hardware.  
I hope it won't come to me having to admit to Mom I've been wearing them 
when laundry day comes around, but they felt so comfy, if a little 
perverted. 
	Cutting back through the woods, I saw Nobu sitting under one of 
the trees and crying into his hair ribbon.
	"Yo, Nobu-chan!  What's wrong?"  I could guess, sure, but you're 
supposed to ask.
	He just looked up at me and started wailing again.
	"C'mon, we're buds, you can tell me."
	"Oh, Sanjuro-chan, it's so awful!  I went to Shinda's to get my 
ecchi magazines, and--"  Nobu had to blow his nose.
	"They were sold out?  The PTA made old man Shinda hide them 
again?" 
	"No, much worse!  I just picked up the ones that attracted my 
eye, and this is what I found in my bag when I opened it!"  He waved at a 
small pile of magazines on the ground.  Pro Wrestling World, Pumping 
Iron, Men's Swimming Quarterly.
	"So you accidentally picked up some sports rags instead of skin 
mags.  You can try and exchange--"
	"No, you don't understand!  I don't even like those sports!  I 
just want to drool over muscular men in trunks!  Nobu-chan's turning into 
a girl for real!  WAAH!"  He was really broke up about this.
	"Don't cry, Nobu-chan.  You've just got to hang on a little bit 
longer.  They'll find a cure soon," I said, not totally believing it 
myself.  I figured if Nobu finished slipping over, he wouldn't blame me 
for being optimistic.
	I helped him back to class, careful not to talk about what I had 
in *my* bag.  We got bucket duty, of course.
	Koujiro wasn't looking so good, apparently a tolerance for booze 
doesn't prevent hangovers.  Worse, his mom had given him some really bad 
news.  It seems one of his cousins is getting married next month, and 
Kanto-san volunteered him as a bridesmaid, so tomorrow afternoon he has 
to go to a bridal shop to be fitted for a dress.
	I promised me and a few of the guys would go along for moral 
support. 
	Soccer practice went okay, all things considered.  It is a lot 
easier moving in a sports bra.
	When I mentioned what I'm doing tomorrow, Mom hauled out the 
wedding album and told me all about how she'd gotten married to Dad.  
Turns out it was an arranged marriage, but it came out okay (unlike that 
Ranma/Akane thing that's been all the school gossip for the last year) 
and Mom made being the bride sound really cool.
	Grampa taught me yakuza-style craps.  I'm not as good at that as 
poker.  Shiiko cleaned us both out.  I am beginning to suspect her 
"innocent little girl" bit is just an act.

SATURDAY

	Nobu went over during the night, though he's still a pervert, for 
a girl.  If Ranma doesn't get back soon, there may be no one left to 
save. 
	Those of us still clinging to our masculinity one way or another 
are pretty easy to spot.  We're the ones not smiling.  Deru's still doing 
pretty good, considering.  I hope he was kidding about the "chastity 
belt." 
	Koujiro's mom ended up escorting eight of us guys to the bridal 
shop, though only about half of us qualify as boys in anything but birth 
certificate anymore.
	Koujiro's cousin had picked an exceptionally silly-looking gown 
for her bridesmaids.  Even if he's stuck as a girl forever, he's never 
going to wear *that* dress again.  But his mom was making all kinds of 
cooing noises over it, and the goneovers were all saying how wonderful 
the stupid thing was.
	Me, I wandered over to the tuxedo section.  According to the 
sales person, women getting tuxedos fitted is getting more common these 
days.  She showed me one with dark blue highlights they were doing for 
some chick named Ten'ou over in Juuban.
	After a really long time, they were done with the fitting, though 
Koujiro will have to come back for another one when they've finished the 
adjustments.  Unfortunately, his mom had brought along an ankle-length 
skirt and lacy blouse for him to change into.
	As she herded us to the ice cream parlor, Kanto-san invited all 
of us on a field trip to that famous wedding chapel tomorrow.  She's 
taking Koujiro so he can see how a bridesmaid is supposed to behave.  We 
weren't looking where we were going, so the group ended up taking a 
shortcut through a deserted alley.  Or it should have been deserted.
	The mouth of the alley was suddenly cut off by four big, 
nasty-looking guys, and when I looked back, there were three more behind 
us. 
	One of them seemed to be the leader, because he was the only one 
wearing mirrorshades, and he talked first.  "Well, well, the rumors were 
true.  Fuurinkan neighborhood really does have a bunch of pretty girls 
now.  Friendly girls, too, I heard.  You ladies wouldn't mind having a 
little party with me and the boys, would you?"  He smiled like a shark.
	The goneovers squealed in fright and tried to hide behind me and 
the other holdouts.  I was scared myself.  I couldn't have handled these 
thugs when I was all boy, what chance did I have in a weak girl body?  
The thugs laughed at us.
	"You can't get away with this!" insisted Koujiro's mom.  "The 
police will--"
	"The police in this neighborhood are all weak little girls too, 
now.  And I heard that all those famous martial artists got squirted or 
ran away.  So it's just you and us."  Where *was* Ranma when we really 
needed him?
	"How about we make the old biddy watch?" asked one of the other 
thugs.  He had an impressive display of piercings.  He grabbed 
Kanto-san.  
	"You leave Mom alone!" yelled Koujiro, and jumped the thug, only 
to get backhanded into a wall, hard.  That was the signal for the other 
thugs to start grabbing us.
	I noticed a faint blue glow around Koujiro, and then his head 
snapped up, and there was a new look in his eyes.
	"I can't fight in this outfit," he declared, and ripped off most 
of his skirt and the long sleeves on the blouse.  There was something 
about the way he was standing, and the tone of his voice.  The fear was 
gone.  He kicked off his high heels.
	Koujiro cracked his knuckles, ran at the thug holding his mom, 
ducked another backhand, and broke the creep's grabbing arm.
	While that thug was howling in pain, the others started attacking 
Koujiro, which distracted them from the rest of us.  I used a couple of 
soccer fouls to inflict pain, which gave the others enough courage to 
pelt the creeps with their purses and other weapons of opportunity.  
Kanto-san finally remembered she had some pepper spray, and used it on 
the leader.  They ran after that.
	But the definite hero of the day was Koujiro.  He'd taken some 
hits, including what was going to be a major shiner, but he'd given a lot 
worse than he'd gotten.  And it seemed like he had a lot more muscle 
definition now than before.  For a moment, I wanted Koujiro to be a man 
again so I could kiss him.
	"Are you all right, Koko-chan?" asked his mom.
	"I am fine, honored Mother," he replied.  "They were weaklings 
who could not stand before a true warrior."
	From his stance, choice of words, and not complaining about being 
called "Koko-chan", it was obvious Koujiro had gone over, but it wasn't 
to the same place the rest of the guys were going.
	His mom took a good look at the shiner.  "Maybe we should let a 
doctor see that, pumpkin."
	"Pah!" he spat.  "This is nothing compared to what will kill me." 
	He did agree to being made presentable, so we stopped at the 
nearest clothing store, where Koujiro picked out a leather mini-skirt and 
bustier.  Kind of daring, but he carried it well.  
	Then it was off to the ice cream parlor, where we celebrated the 
victory. 
	Spent the rest of the day goofing off and watching sports on TV 
with Dad.
	Just realized I don't have anything suitable to wear to that 
wedding chapel.

SUNDAY

	[Editor's note:  This entry has extremely poor calligraphy, no 
doubt due to Sanjuro's condition at the time.  We have translated it as 
faithfully as possible.]

	My hair is nearly a foot long now.  I just pulled it into a 
ponytail today, but eventually I'll have to figure out something to do 
with it.
	Wound up borrowing Nichie's good pantsuit to wear on the trip.  I 
figured she owed me one for the photos.  Besides, girls' clothes, boys' 
clothes, as long as they fit, right?  Was a bit tight around the chest.  
	Koko-ch--*Koujiro* wore a little primrose number, under protest.  
He kept muttering about "lack of protective value" and "I at least should 
have a knife."  His mom didn't look too happy with her "daughter", but 
wasn't as pushy as she's been lately.  I think she's a little afraid of 
him now.  None of the other holdouts showed for the trip, but Nobu did, 
in a black cocktail dress that looked painted on.
	The train trip up was pretty nice, except for the guys who tried 
to grope us when it got crowded.  Neither of them was particularly good 
at it, and a little pain discouraged them, especially when they found out 
we were from Fuurinkan.
	The chapel was everything it's cracked up to be, and very 
impressive.  I'm sticking in a flyer on it.  The ceremony (someone 
Kanto-san knows from her work) was very pretty, but kind of long.  I 
don't know if Koujiro learned anything about being a bridesmaid, since it 
looked to me like they just stood around looking pretty.
	After that was the reception, which was more fun, though at first 
it was the buffet I was most interested in.  Nobu was flirting 
shamelessly with the boys, though he quickly learned not to tell them 
where he was from.  Koujiro, though, was loudly claiming sh--*he, dammit, 
why can't I think straight?* wasn't going to go with any guy who hadn't 
"proved himself in battle." 
	The punch turned out to be spiked.  I don't know what kind of 
alcohol it was, but it was real smooth.  I didn't realized it was spiked 
until there'd already been four or five toasts.  The bride was looking 
really happy, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, getting married.
	Things get a little fuzzy after that.  I know I had some more 
punch, maybe a lot more punch, and I'm pretty sure I slow danced with a 
couple of boys.  I definitely remember Koujiro taking all comers at 
armwrestling. 
	Koujiro's mom decided it was time to take us home when she caught 
Nobu making out with an usher behind some bushes.  The only thing I 
remember about the trip back is all us gir--*GUYS, we're guys!* singing 
"Can You See the Joy?" in two-and-a-half-part harmony.
	Grampa slugged some coffee into me, and told me to write this all 
down while I can remember it.
	Remember...it's getting harder to remember feeling like a boy.  I 
think back to before I got cursed, but my mental image is of me in a girl 
body....  I'm so tired of fighting this thing, when it's just going to 
win in the end.
	Fuku's hung up, looking crisp and clean.  Think I'll wear it 
tomorrow.  Just to fit in.  It would be so nice to give in....

MONDAY 2

	When I look back at my entries for last week, I have to shake my 
head.  How could I have been so silly?  I mean, actually thinking of the 
Becoming as a curse?
	Today I woke up feeling refreshed and at peace with myself.  The 
birds were singing, the sun was shining and all was right with the world. 
	I decided to go with a simple braid until I can get my hair 
professionally done.  Then I put on my fuku and twirled in front of the 
mirror.  Yes, it was ever so much prettier than wearing that icky boys' 
uniform.  It's kind of sad I don't have anything else nice to wear, but 
I'm sure Ichiko and Nichie will lend me stuff until I can build up my 
wardrobe.
	I saw I was running a little late, so I just grabbed my lunch and 
ran out without talking to anyone.
	At school, I bought a makeup kit from Nabiki, along with a 
"how-to" booklet.  I'd seen other transformed girls really mess up the 
first time without instructions.
	Things went much more smoothly now that I was acknowledging who I 
truly was, instead of pretending to be my old self.  I was able to get my 
schedule switched around so I could take Cooking and Fashion Design.  And 
I could talk to the other girls about important things like what shade 
polish to use on my toenails without getting embarrassed. 
	I have to pity the poor girls who are still denying the 
Becoming.  I remember how miserable I was last week.  Oh well, they'll 
join us soon.
	What's going on with Koko-chan is a bit harder to figure out.  
She's such a violent tomboy now!  It's like she was splashed by an 
entirely different spring.  Now she wants to get combat training from 
that old lady that runs the Nekohanten, because "Amazon tribes are 
sensibly run, with the women in charge."
	I talked to Coach Kanzaki, because I wasn't sure I wanted to stay 
in soccer, but she reminded me that women who get a lot of exercise have 
easier childbirths.  Besides, the team can't afford to lose any more 
players.  And when I got out on the field, I realized I really do love 
the game.
	When I got home, Mama seemed surprised to see me.  But she 
recovered and let me know someone had called.
	I called them back, and it turned out to be Kei, one of the boys 
I'd danced with at the reception.  I'd given him my phone number, one of 
the things I didn't remember last night, and he wanted to know if I'd 
like to go on a date with him.
	Kei had a nice voice, and I think I remember he's good-looking, 
so naturally I said "Yes!"  We're going to the movies this weekend.  
Let's face it, the competition for the few boys at Fuurinkan is way too 
intense, and I'm beginning to suspect Tetsuo is gay.  How else could he 
resist our charms?
	My family didn't take the news as well as I'd hoped.  Mama bit 
her lip and looked ready to cry.  Papa was very cross.  I know he was 
looking forward to having a son follow in his footsteps, but I'm sure 
he'll see that a son-in-law is just as good.  
	Grandfather had another of his episodes, talking about how "The 
priestess warned me, but no, I just had to get off that island!"
	The reaction that hurt the most was Shiiko's.  "You're not 
Sanjuro!  You're some kind of pod person!  Give back my brother!"
	"But Shiiko-chan, I am Sanjuro, but now I'm my true feminine 
self.  I'll be a terrific big sister, you'll see!" I assured her.
	"I've got two big sisters already!  I want my big brother, and 
I'm not going to talk to you until you bring him back!"  She ran out of 
the room.
	No one wanted to talk after that.  Everyone was upset, but there 
wasn't anything that could be done.  I'm sure they'll all see what a 
wonderful thing the Becoming is eventually.
	Deru is still resisting, I think.  hard to tell under those robes 
of hers.
	Ranma might as well stay away now.  Happosai seems to have 
disappeared, and now I realize that being "cured" would actually be a bad 
thing.  I never want to go back to being that horrible rude, violent, 
selfish boy!  I'd much rather make someone a terrific wife.
	Well, that's it for tonight, so this is San-chan signing off!


	[Editor's note:  While the journal continues, its tone and focus 
change radically, and the entries become much less useful to the beginning 
student.  There is, for example, a fifteen page essay on San's shoe 
shopping experiences, complete with a detailed description of each pair 
of shoes tried on.
	[Thus, we will summarize what we believe to be the important 
events of the next two weeks before Ranma Saotome's return.
	[San (nee Sanjuro) Tanaka led her team to victory in the soccer 
games played during this period, despite protests from the other schools' 
coaches.
	[She went on her date with Kei, who turned out to be 
average-looking, and had a good time.  Her father made sure to impress 
upon Kei her "true nature" and the hope for a cure, so the young man did 
not attempt anything beyond hand-holding.
	[Koko (nee Koujiro) Kanto was allowed to begin training as a 
provisional member of the Joketsuzoku tribe of Amazons.
	[Nobu continued to be a brazen hussy.
	[No further mention of Deru is made, apparently she dropped off 
San's radar completely.
	[For a full edition of the journal, please check with the 
Manuscript Department.]


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