Subject: [FFML] [Fic][R1/2][Alt] Son Turned Daughter ch02b [DRAFT3]
From: "Tangent" <tangent@zbzoom.net>
Date: 10/16/2000, 6:49 PM
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     Son Turned Daughter
     A Ranma � fanfict by Tangent
     Pre-reading and editing assistance by:
     Lord Talon;
     Nevrmore;
     And some guy named Steve

     DISCLAIMER: 'Ranma �' and all characters therein 
belong to Rumiko Takahashi, Shogagukan, Kitty, and 
Viz Video. This fanfict has been produced for my own 
enjoyment and to pass on without profit. Other characters 
that come into play in this fanfict may or may not be pulled 
from other sources (including other fanficts, RPGs, manga, 
anime, literature, or possibly even *GASP* American comic 
books!).

ATTACH CHAPTER TWO, PART ONE HERE:

     Akane even introduced her to two of their fellow 
classmates who were already Akane's friends: Yuka 
and Sayuri. Those two were very helpful, even if they did 
make her a tad uncomfortable with all of their questions 
about what kind of boys she liked...
     "You mean you really never thought about boys like 
that?" Sayuri wondered.
     "I thought I told everyone that I was raised as a boy 
before classes began," Ranma grumbled cutely. She didn't 
mean to sound cute, she just did. It tended to come with 
the body.
     "Couldn't you tell that you weren't like other boys?" 
Yuka asked... again.
     "My idiot Father raised me on the road, away from 
anything that might distract me from the art..." Ranma 
suggested.
     "If you really thought that you were a boy, does that 
mean that you're interested in girls?" Sayuri baited teasingly.
     "Of course... Ack! Er... Umm..." Ranma sputtered.
     "Idiot," Akane murmured, half-amused at her new friend's 
plight, but hoping that Yuka and Sayuri wouldn't spread news 
of Ranma's slip around. The last thing she needed was 
seeming confirmation of earlier rumors of her own sexual 
preferences...

     The Home Economics and Family classes that the girls 
attended were real eye openers to Ranma. For one, she 
discovered right away that Akane was dangerous in the 
kitchen. Enough so, that most of her classmates were 
unwilling to partner with her. Ranma immediately jumped in 
for her friend, taking her under wing as she began to teach 
Akane from her own experiences, learned over ten years of 
camp-style cooking.
     "Akane," Ranma reminded her friend for the fifth time since 
the class started, "Don't just grab bottles and jars. Read the 
labels and make sure that what you've got is what you're after. 
Stuff gets moved around, so ingredients can get mixed up if 
you aren't careful."
     "Oh," Akane replied as she put the salt down and picked 
up the baking soda.
     "Akane, what did I just say?" Ranma asked as she took 
the baking soda from Akane and handed her the sugar...

     The Family Planning class just left Ranma with a bright 
red complexion as the teacher took pity on her reported 
upbringing and brought her up to date with what she 
considered essential for every young girl to know. Stuff that, 
for the most part, Ranma would have rather remained ignorant 
of... Like menstruation and breast cancer.
     How Miss Johnson could just talk like that, right in front 
of the rest of the class, was a question that ran through 
Ranma's mind as she grew redder... and redder...

     As lunch-break started, Akane dragged Ranma over by 
a tree to talk as they ate. "What was the deal with Kuno 
earlier?" she asked.
     "What do you mean?" Ranma wondered.
     "You were all cute and sweet, calling him 'Kuno-Sempai' 
and everything when you issued your challenge..." Akane 
reminded her friend.
     "I was just psyching him out," Ranma explained. "You 
know, throwing him off, so he'll be unbalanced during the fight 
later..."
     "Kuno's already unbalanced," Akane commented dryly. 
"He doesn't need any help with that." On a different track, she 
continued. "Anyway, be careful when you fight him. He's 
really good."
     "He just does kendo, right?" Ranma asked as she began 
to dig into her bento.
     "Well... yes..." Akane admitted as she remembered what 
she had seen of Ranma's skills.
     "And you've <munch chew gulp> beaten him every time, 
right?" Ranma continued, not quite waiting between mouthfuls 
to talk.
     "Well... yes... but..." Akane's voice trailed off as her face 
grew bright red in embarrassed realization.
     "But what" Ranma wondered, looking up from her bento 
and examining her friend's expression.
     "..." Akane's voice was so quiet, she couldn't even hear 
herself.
     Ranma set her bento down for later, sensing that her friend 
was upset. "I didn't catch that, Akane"
     "He's been... I mean... I think he's been..." Akane 
murmured quietly.
     "He's been what?" Ranma asked, wondering if she 
should be pounding on Kuno for more reasons than what 
she already knew about.
     "He's been holding back on me," Akane finally finished.
     "Is that." Ranma broke off, trying to keep her foot out 
of her mouth. "I mean, sometimes a guy does... that... 
when..." she trailed of, realizing that this comment was 
turning out even worse than the first one. "Ah... err... Umm..."
     Akane deciphered the comments anyway, and looked at 
her friend through half-lidded eyes. Ranma, for her part, did a 
great 'dear-caught-in-the-headlights' impression. This lasted 
for all of a minute and a half before Akane started giggling. 
Ranma jumped a little at this, then hesitantly joined in, laughing.
     "I'll tell ya what, Akane," Ranma continued after a moment.
     "And what would that be?" Akane asked, once more in 
a better mood.
     "Keep up your training with me, and soon enough, it won't 
matter if Kuno's holding back or not."
     "Deal!"

 * * *

     "I just got confirmation," Ayane told her boss. "The new 
girl is definitely in Akane's class. Her name is Ranma 
Saotome, and she's from another branch of the same 
Martial Arts school that Akane belongs to."
     "Good job, Ayane" Megumi smirked. "Anything else?"
     "Nabiki didn't say, and I didn't feel like wasting any more 
money," Ayane replied. "She's too new for Nabiki to have 
gotten much more, anyway."
     "Yeah." Yasushi added, "It's not like she moved in with 
them or anything like that."
     "A Martial Artist, eh?" Megumi smirk grew. "Pure wanna-be, 
I bet. What with the way she was acting. The worst we have to 
worry about is Akane, and I can take her."
     Yasushi grinned in anticipation, while Ayane raised an 
eyebrow at her boss's confidence...

 * * *

     Gym class brought a whole new set of troubles for the 
two when it came around. They had almost made it to the 
locker room, when they both stopped in sudden 
embarrassment.
     "I can't believe that I forgot about this!" Akane muttered, 
beginning to doubt Nabiki's wisdom in having Ranma go 
along with Mr. Saotome's crazy idea about being a girl in 
school.
     "Ah... ah... ah..." Ranma stuttered, her expression 
already bright red with the realization of what she was about 
to do. She didn't even notice Akane glare at her with balled 
fists.
     Akane unclenched her fists after a moment, when it 
looked like her friend was once again paralyzed with 
embarrassment. "Oh, come on!" she said, taking Ranma by 
the hand and dragging her into the locker room. "We may as 
well get this over with, and it isn't as if anyone has anything 
you haven't seen before!"
     "..." Ranma failed to respond, letting herself be dragged 
into what most boys her age would dream of. She herself was 
more inclined to envision what would happen if her secret was 
discovered while she was in there. It was not a pretty thought.
     The girls in the locker room looked ignored the two for a 
moment, until it became clear that Ranma seemed about 
ready to keel over in embarrassment.
     "Okay," one of the half-naked girls started dryly. "You claim 
to have been brought up as a guy, so you better prove that you 
aren't one."
     "Ah..." Ranma began, feeling very small and vulnerable.
     "Strip down and show us what you have..." the girl 
continued, "...and haven't!"
     Ranma froze, about ready to keel over from 
embarrassment.
     "Megumi!" Akane snapped in defense of her floundering 
friend. "Don't be mean! Ranma's never been in a girls' locker 
room before!"
     "Yeah!" Yuka chimed in, coming to their aid. "Let's give 
her some space and let her adjust."
     "Okay, okay! Jeeze, don't get your panties in a bunch!" 
Megumi acquiesced.
     After a few moments of piece, Ranma calmed down 
enough to begin changing into a spare set of girl's gym clothes. 
Her lack of a bra drew no comment, as it had already been 
guessed at from the way her breasts moved during the day, 
but the boxer shorts raised more than a few eyebrows. And 
then the murmuring started.
     "I guess you really were brought up as a boy," one of 
the girls blurted out as Ranma was reaching for the bloomers 
that had been set out for her, causing the embarrassed 
redhead to freeze up again. Akane just muttered under her 
breath as she finished changing, deciding that it might be 
best if they got this out of their systems now after all. Not 
wanting to abandon her friend, but too embarrassed herself, 
she left the locker room. Yuka followed her out.
     "Boxer shorts?" another girl asked.
     "Well... err... they're more... comfortable than..." 
Ranma's hesitant voice dropped even lower still, after a 
pregnant pause, "...briefs."
     "I guess they would be," Megumi observed dryly. "Take 
my advice though, and get yourself some panties. They'll 
draw less comment."
     "Oh..." Ranma mumbled, not really wanting to agree, but 
not seeing how she couldn't without giving away her secret. 
"Okay... I'll see if I can get Pop to get me some..." She then 
smiled as she realized that this could be another way to get 
at the old fool. Of course, the girls took her smile to mean 
something else, not quite different than what it really was.
     "I can see it now," Sayuri commented. "Ranma's father 
in the store buying panties for his 'son'!" She giggled, and 
others joined in. Shortly, she had left for the field as well.
     "Y-yeah," Ranma agreed, trying for the dry tone that 
Nabiki, Akane, and Megumi had used earlier, but not quite 
succeeding. Not really paying attention to what she was 
grabbing first, she put on the pale yellow T-shirt that was part 
of the girls' gym uniform. The red shorts fell on the floor behind 
the bench as she did so.
     "Well, one things for certain," Megumi observed in the 
much-practiced tone that the neo-girl had been trying for.
     "What's that?" Ranma asked, grabbing her socks next 
and donning them quickly as she looked at the other girl. 
She was far too flustered to keep track of what part of the 
process she was missing.
     "You are a natural redhead." Megumi smirked. Her smirk 
widened just a little bit as Yasushi discretely snatched up 
the stray pair of shorts, as well as Ranma's regular clothing. 
[This is just too easy,] she thought.
     "How can you tell?" Ranma asked, as she slipped her feat 
into the gym shoes that had been given to her. To her way of 
thinking, her hair color was hardly natural at all, considering 
that it was black when she was a guy. Had she looked down 
even once as she tied the laces, she would have seen her error.
     "Oh, I have my ways," Megumi demurred, grinning. This 
was way too easy, and the poor victim's new friends had 
already left. The girl with the rest of the new kid's clothes 
had left as well. Ranma, for her part, couldn't understand why 
everyone else was giggling.
     "Oh..." Ranma left it at that as she left the locker room 
herself, heading for the field that the girls were gathering in.

     Ranma wished that she could have gotten away with wearing 
her regular clothes. The outfit she had on felt weird, as she was 
used to wearing longer pants. All cool and everything, as if 
she wasn't wearing anything, but that couldn't be it. The other 
girls in the locker room would have said something if that were 
the case. She was halfway across the field to where she 
spotted Akane talking to Yuka and Sayuri, when she saw them 
turn and... stare. Ranma then noticed other girls staring. And 
the boys in the other field looking at her in shocked disbelief. 
And the girl's coach breaking into a run towards her.
     Quickly assessing that all the other girls had tucked their 
T-shirts in, Ranma mistakenly thought that was what the 
problem was. It wasn't until she tried to correct this perceived 
error, that she truly discovered what the problem was...
     A look down confirmed her fears... and showed her how 
Megumi knew she was a natural redhead. She froze for a 
moment in pure mortification. Then she looked up once, tears 
brimming in her eyes, before running back into the locker 
room crying.

 * * *

     Megumi broke out laughing. "Oh, I can't believe she fell 
for that!" she chortled, tears of mirth in her eyes. Her 
compatriots laughed along with her, but their laughter died on 
their lips as they saw a storm coming. A very apparently 
angry storm named Akane Tendo.
     "MEGUMI!" Akane yelled. "Why did you do that to 
Ranma!?" No one missed the clenched fists or her furious 
expression.
     "W-what do you mean, Akane?" Megumi tried to maintain 
an air of casual indifference, but not quite succeeding. She 
was tough, but it was Akane who fought thirty to forty boys 
every morning. Fought them and won, every single time too. 
Still, Megumi thought that she could do the same...
     "You knew she had been brought up as a boy!" Akane 
retorted. "You knew she had a hard life, away from girls, and 
had never been in a girls' locker room!"
     "What's your point?" Megumi challenged. If Akane wanted 
to confront her now, it was fine by her. And Coach Niouriki 
was distracted too. Perfect!
     "Ooooh!" Akane snarled, running out of things to say. 
Then she slapped Megumi across her face. Hard.
     "Damn BITCH!" Megumi yelled, slapping her back, all 
trace of nervousness gone. She was a brawler who knew 
some martial arts moves, and who knew how to take a hit. 
It may be a hard fight, but she was sure that Akane would 
go down in the end.
     Akane's rebuttal was a power blow with her fist that 
Megumi barely managed to deflect. And thus, the battle 
was joined...

 * * *

     Coach Niouriki ran into the locker room and stopped, 
amazed. There were already fist-sized holes in the 
cinder-block walls and in the tiled floor. Several lockers had 
been caved in, also apparently by punches. The Saotome girl 
herself was found in a corner, slumped to the floor sobbing, 
wringing one of the damaged locker doors in her hands as if 
it was something other than metal. That was very much 
enough to unnerve Coach Niouriki, as this girl was quite 
possibly stronger than Akane. Thoughts of lawsuits raced 
through her mind for a moment as she considered just what 
this girl could do if her temper was anywhere near as bad as 
the Tendo girl's.
     Then she pushed those thoughts aside and gathered her 
nerve. Here before her was a poor child who needed help. 
Martial artist or not, this girl was hurting in ways that she 
probably never had been before. As she gathered the girl 
into her arms, she thought about requesting a parent/teacher 
interview with the idiot who decided to raise this poor soul 
as a boy...

 * * *

     The fight was a bit longer than Akane expected it to be. 
Megumi really could take a hit better than any of the boys 
that she fought every morning. She gave back almost as 
good as she got, too. Too bad for her that Akane had had 
that session with Ranma the previous evening, or Akane's 
confidence would have been shaken enough to grant the 
bully an advantage. Akane actually smirked as she realized 
that she now had a sparring partner that more than made up 
for the potential loss of the big group fight that she had to go 
through every morning. And she wasn't thinking of 
'Ranma-sensei' either...
     Megumi, for her part, began to worry. Akane was as 
good as her reputation had made her out to be. She was 
hoping that by lasting longer than Akane's other opponents 
had, that the Tendo girl's confidence would break, causing 
her to make mistakes. Or at the very least, that her 
endurance would give out before her own.
     The fight continued, and as it did it became more and 
more apparent just who the real martial artist was...

 * * *

     When the girls headed into the locker room after the 
fight, they gaped at the devastation they found within. 
Locker doors had been caved in by punches, and there 
were cracks and fist-sized holes in the tiled floor and cinder 
block walls. In one corner, they found Ranma, sitting with a 
towel wrapped around her waist, sobbing as Coach Niouriki 
held her in her arms.
     "Don't you have something to say, Megumi?" Akane 
growled.
     "Ranma, I'm..." Megumi stopped briefly as the neo-girl 
looked up with tear-streaked and hate filled eyes. [Oh, crap!] 
she thought. [She's stronger than Akane! And she's pissed 
with me!] Gathering her nerve again, she blurted out, "I'm sorry!"
     "You had better be, young lady," Coach Niouriki scolded. 
"That was a very cruel thing you did, and I want to know who 
was all in on it!" A handful of girls raised their hands up, along 
with Megumi. The coach noted who they were and stated, 
"Each of you has a week's detention, starting today."
     "Yes, Coach." The guilty girls muttered in shame.
     "Now where are Ranma's clothes?" Coach Niouriki asked 
the girls in question.
     "..." As she was getting no response, and could see that 
Ranma was tensing up, Coach Niouriki tried another tact. 
She casually picked up the locker door that Ranma had 
been wringing in her hands earlier, bringing it to everyone's 
attention.
     "You don't want to be in any more trouble than you 
already are, do you?" She asked as she began to straighten 
the door out the same way that Ranma had twisted it to begin 
with... with her bare hands. Not that she would actually hit any 
of them, but they didn't need to know that. And the act served 
as a suitable warning about the girl who had ruined the door in 
the first place.
     "They're in the bushes," Yasushi confessed quickly, 
"behind the equipment shed!"
     "Go get them," instructed the Coach. "Akane," she then 
addressed.
     "Yes, Coach?"
     "Get Ranma's things from her desk and take her home. 
She's had enough for one day. There's no need to embarrass 
her any further than what has already occurred.

END CHAPTER TWO.

OMAKE THEATER PRESENTS: All Natural Girl
With special thanks to Zalabar, who came up with the idea 
behind this one.

     Ranma was halfway across the field to where she spotted 
Akane talking to Yuka and Sayuri, when she saw them turn 
and... stare. Ranma then noticed other girls staring. And the 
boys in the other field looking at her in shocked disbelief.
     "Ranma! Your bottom!" Akane cried out in shock as the 
neo-girl closed in.
     "What about it?" Ranma asked, perplexed.
     "You're not wearing anything!" Akane pointed out, not 
believing how calmly Ranma was taking this.
     "Oh, I know Akane. It's much more comfortable this way. 
Let's play some soccer!"
     Everyone within earshot face-faulted... badly!

END.



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