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[start]
I can barely contain my excitement as I move another space forward in
line to the tune of a female voice up ahead calling out, "Next!" I'm
almost there! Just two more people!
This almost reminds me of those rides at water parks, where one stands
in line for awhile as they work themselves up higher and higher until
they reach the water slide at the top.
"Next!"
I move up again. Just one more person! I briefly look around at the
authors in front of, and behind me. As if they had a chance! Surely none
of them could do better than I would!
"Next!"
This is it! I step though the door and into the office and see her at
her desk, but she hardly gives me a once over before shoving several
papers and a pen at me.
"Sign all these please," she tells me in a bored, mono-tone voice.
I blink as I take the pen, then hesitantly start signing my name on all
the pages. "What are these for?"
"Standard disclaimers, waivers of liability, etc. Basically, once I send
you on your way, you're on your own. You understand the risks, and know
that you have no one to blame for yourself."
I finished signing, understanding most of it. I knew I would be just
fine! "Ready!"
A barely perceptible nod is my only reply, as she waves her hand and a
portal appears. "Hop in."
I nod, feeling more gleeful and nervous than ever, and jump! As I enter
the votex, I hear the woman at the desk grumble, "When will all these
stupid authors leave me alone so I can get back to Inuyasha..."
Then I can hear no more, as reality distorts around me. I'm finally on
my way!
Ranma1/2
YASSI! (Yet Another Stupid Self-Insert!)
Part 1
"Everyone, can I have your attention, please?" Soun called out
as the family finished up breakfast.
Ranma took a gulp of tea as he finished inhaling his meal, and
Akane elbowed him for eating like a pig. Then she turned to listen,
interested in what her father had to say, while Nabki looked mildly
bored.
"I have a letter here," he explained while holding up a sheet of
paper, "that confirms we are going to have guest for a little while."
"Oh great, just we need, yet another freeloader," Nabiki moaned.
"Now Nabiki, is that any way to talk about a guest?" Kasumi
admonished.
Nabiki just rolled her eyes.
"What's this guest like?" Akane asked.
"I don't know, never met the boy," he replied, then chuckled.
"But it says here he's an exchange student from the United States."
"Oh no," Ranma groaned. "Not another Self-Insert Gaijin!"
"Just think of it as training, boy!" Genma grunted at his son.
Ranma punched his father out into the pond.
Even Kasumi looked a little worried at this. "Are you sure this
was a wise idea, father?"
Soun nodded, then frowned. "Yes, and there will be none of that
kind of talk while he's here."
Kasumi blinked, then realized her error. "I'll try my best,
fath- I mean, Otoson."
"That's better," her father commended.
"Well, that's just great!" Nabiki huffed, standing up. She was
clearly not liking this, but knew she had no choice. "Not only is he
stupid Self-Insert Gaijin, but he uses random Japanese in his writing,
too!"
I emerge from the portal in front of a well recognized site:
The Tendo Dojo. Long had I dreamed about this place, but now I was
finally here! Hand shaking with much nervous excitement, I pushed open
the outer gate, and traversed the short walkway to the door, then
knocked and settled back to wait.
I had read the manga many times, and seen most of the anime, so
I figured I knew exactly what to expect. In fact, I knew who would
answer the door and prepared my response. I just hope I was in a manga-
type universe, instead of the anime type.
The door opened, revealing the lovely Kasumi Tendo. "Hello!"
"Greetings, Tendo-san," I reply with a bow. "My name is Bradley
Angell, and I'm the exchange student from America that's stupposed to be
staying with your family!" I smirk at my cleverness. I bet no one
thought of using THAT angle before! "But you can call me, Brad!"
"Oh, greetings, Blad-san!"
I shook my head. "No, that's Brad," I corrected, emphasizing
the `r'.
"Of course, Blad-san!" Kasumi replied sweetly. "Won't you please
come in?"
I thought about trying to correct her again, but Kasumi was
just too sweet and somehow I just didn't feel up to do doing it.
Instead, I smiled and nodded, then slipped my shoes off in the foyer. I
also set my pack down against the wall at Kasumi's direction.
"Kasumi, who is it?" an older man called from somewhere in the
house. I instantly knew that to be Soun.
"It's our new guest, Otosan!" Kasumi called back, then turned to
me. "Well, if you'll come with me, I'll introduce you to the family!"
I nodded again, still smiling, very happy to be here. It was a
short trip to the living room, and I finally was able to see the whole
group in person. I bowed again to my new host family, while Kasumi
introduced me.
"This is Angerr Bladrey-san," she introduced me with her usual
sunniness.
"Um, actually that's `Angell Bradley'," I clarified. "But you
can call me, Brad."
"Welcome to our home, Blad-san," Soun greeted with a smile. "I'm
Tendo Soun. You've alread met my eldest daughter, Kasumi. My other two
daughters are Nabiki and Akane." He indicated the other two girls, but
I, of course, already knew who they were. Nabiki was eyeing me
specutively.
"Hello!" I returned, then corrected gently, "But, it's Brad,
sir." Wouldn't do to upset my host family.
Akane smiled at me, making her look very cute. I suddenly felt
like I wanted to date her for some reason. "Hello, Blad-san!"
I smiled back. "Pleased to meet you, Akane. But it's Brad."
Ranma tried next. "Vlad?"
I shook my head, growing a little frustrated. "Brad."
Nabiki smirked. "Welcome, Blad-san. If there's anything you
need, just ask me!"
"I'll keep that in mine," I replied, trying to suppress the
frustrated growl building in my throat. Why couldn't these people get my
name right!? In as patient voice as I could muster, I tried to explain.
"It's Brad, not Blad. It's not spelled B-L-A-D. It is spelled B-R-A-"
"BRA? You PERVERT!"
*WHAM!*
Before I leave, I'm going to have to figure out where they get
those mallets from...
"Urk," I commented from the floor. It was a strange sensation.
I was in pain, but I was still conscious, even though I now bore a
striking resemblance to a pancake. The scary part was, even though she
had just mashed me, I liked Akane a whole lot more because of it.
"Akane," Kasumi admonished. "That wasn't a very nice thing to
do."
The youngest Tendo looked embarrased as she put the mallet
away. "Gomen, Blad-san."
My left eyebrow twitched.
Ranma pulled me to my feet. "It's okay, Blad, she does that to
me all the time. You'll get used to it."
My right eyebrow felt left out and twitched as well
"Yes, we'll try to make your stay more, Blad-san," Soun said
solemnly.
There was a whole lotta twitchin' goin' on, as I finally lost
my temper. "IT'S NOT BLAD! MY NAME IS BRA!" I froze. Whoops, that didn't
come out right.
Akane frowned and seemed to reaching for her mallet, but
stopped at the happy sniffling sound.
I blinked, because it wasn't coming from me, nor anyone else I
could see. Then I looked down.
Uh, oh.
"Oh, what a beautiful name!" Happosai said with big, watery
eyes. "I couldn't have done much better myself! I think I like you,
boy!"
Not him! Anybody but him! "Uhhhh..." I said brilliantly.
He leapt up to my shoulder. "You do martial arts, Bra?"
I shook my head, too stunned and somewhat afraid to correct my
name. "No, I-"
"Well, I guess I'll just have to train you!" the old man said
gleefully while rubbing his hands. "Anybody with a name like that, has
got to be worthy of the Anything-Goes School!"
"Yeah, why don't you get your name changed to a something like
that, Ranma?" Akane offered with a smirk.
"Well, why don't you?" Ranma retorted. "Oh, wait. I forgot you
aren't really the feminine type, so you wouldn't know any female
undergarment names..."
"Rrrrraaannnmmmaaa!"
I could only stare as my only hope for dealing with Happosai
fled out of the yard, pursued by his fiancee. Soun had buried himself in
his morning paper, Nabiki and Kasumi had left, and I noticed a giant
panda sneaking away outside.
"Okay, ready to go out on your first training trip, Bra?"
"Um, not really," I said, trying to back away, my hands rapidly
learning how to do that warding gesture. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm
not really the fighting type! Really!"
"Aw, come on! It'll be fun!"
Before I could protest further, the old freak had grabbed my
hand and took off, pulling me along as he leapt over the wall and onto
the rooftops. All I could do was flop in the wind behind him, and
whimper...
I collapsed in a heap on the ground, beaten, bruised, and
lacking much blood. The past five hours had been a blur of lingerie
shops, bathouses, female locker rooms, and a Monestary full of Nuns.
I knew I was going to hell for that last one.
"Not bad for a first timer," my beloved sensei complimented as
he began to catalogue our goods. "You've got a real natural talent for
this!"
Out of all the compliments in the world, that one was ranked
real low on the list of ones I wanted to receive.
"In fact, I think you deserve a reward! Something that will make
this a little easier for you, and will allow us to get closer as master
and student!"
I tried to pull myself up, and failed miserably. I knew I
shouldn't have read that How-Not-To book by Kenchiro Tojo.
"I was saving this for Ranma, in case the unthinkable happened
and I lost beloved Ranma-chan, but I suppose I could spare some for
you."
My eyes widened. He couldn't... He wouldn't... I strained all
my muscles in a futile attempt to rise and escape, but only got half-way
before I was drenched.
On one hand, my injuries now felt less severe (possibly because
I was now lacking a particularly sensitive and beat organ). On the
other, my unwanted sensei was now buried between my breasts.
"Hotcha! What a rack!"
For several seconds, I was in denial. I was a guy! This wasn't
supposed to happen to Self-Insert Authors! Where had I gone wrong!?
Anger passed relatively quickly when I realized who had done
this to me, and that it would help me not.
Bargaining was the next step, and boy would I pay any price to
get out of this predicament.
Somewhere, a female manga author snickered.
What was the next step? Oh yeah, depression. I remembered Ryoga
and almost felt like I could pull off a Shishi-Hokodan, but somehow
floundered into the last step before that could happen: Acceptance.
I was a girl. "Eaaauuugghh!" I think that's when that hidden,
instinctual, scream and bash reflex that's buried deep within all
females, came to the fore in me.
*WHAM!* I stared in shock at my fist that had planted Happosai,
one of the best martial artists in this universe, into the ground.
Wait a minute... I beat Happosai? Temporarily forgetting my
injuries and my new gender, I began to dance around in glee.
"I did it! I beat Happosai! Ha ha!" Then I stopped as I realized
that it never worked like that for Ranma. Slowly, I turned around to see
him sitting and watching me, smoking on his pipe. I gulped. "You're, uh,
not mad, are you?"
"Of course not, Bra," he replied in an amused voice. "Happens
all the time. But did you feel the rush of power, speed, and strength
with that strike? One so powerful even I couldn't stop it?"
I blinked, as I realized it was true.
I think that was what started my slow slide into corruption.
"Well, time for your next lessons, let's go!"
Six more hours of the master's intense training brought me back
to the Tendo house ate that night. Like before, it was a blur. I
couldn't remember too many details (actually, I had seen enough
`details' to last a lifetime), so I think my conscious mind was blocking
it out, burying it within my subconscious.
I remember one of my old high school science teachers telling
me the brain does that to deal with traumatic events.
"Did you have a nice day, Blad-kun?" Kasumi asked me as the
master deposited me in the living room and left to deal with those silky
darlings in his room.
"Yeah... lot of fun..." I replied in a tired voice. I don't know
whether it was because I was female for the second half of the training,
or that I'd gotten used to it, but I was considerably less injured this
time around.
Then she noticed my condition. "Ara, maybe I should call you,
Blad-chan?"
I whimpered again. I was getting good at that. "Look, could you
just direct me to my room? If it's all the same to you, I think I'd like
to get some sleep." At least I had a nice female voice. I prided myself
on my good singing voice when I was a guy, and I hoped I'd at least be
able to continue that.
Even if I did go from Tenor to Soprano.
Kasumi, bless her little perfect heart, did as I asked and I
was soon out cold on a futon.
The next few days were like that. I hardly had any time to get
to know anyone, as the master came trained me most all day, stopping
only for meals and rest. The Tendos were sympathetic to my ordeals, and
my new curse, which was permanent. I wondered how I was going to deal
with this when I went home, but at least I lived alone there.
On the fourth day, Happosai said he'd give me a day off because
I had done so well, then he departed for parts unknown, with the
reminder that he'd be back.
I shuddered, then collapsed on the veranda to relax, trying to
remember what I was supposed to be doing. After a few minutes, it hit
me: I was supposed to be solving people's problems and hooking myself up
with one of the females from the Ranma cast!
"So, how's the trainin' comin'?" Ranma asked as he sat down
beside me. We were both male today.
"I really don't wanna talk about it," I told him, starting to
feel uncomfortable.
But Ranma pressed the issue. "Oh come on, the freak must've
taught you some good moves by now! I've always wanted to learn how he
does some of his stuff, but didn't want to go through that farce he
calls training."
"Actually, I don't remember too much," I said truthfully. "I
think it's better tha way."
"Well, how about a friendly little match, then?" he offered.
"Uh, I'm not really a fighter," I replied,a little nervously.
I'd hoped he'd drop the subject, but it only made him more eager.
"I'll go easy on ya, I just wanna see if the freak taught you
anything."
I grumbled, knowing I wouldn't be able to get rid of him. "Oh,
alright. But don't blame me when you see I can't do anything."
I looked in disbelief as Ranma landed upside down against the
dojo wall. Had I done that? He had come at me, fists flying, but somehow
I had dodged them all until my hand struck out on it's own and flipped
him into the wall.
"How'd you do that?" he demaned to know as he stood up,
frowning.
"I... I don't know!"
I expected him to be upset, but instead he grinned. "Guess I
have to step it up a notch!"
He came at me again, faster than before, yet somehow I mangaed
to dance around all his attacks.
"Come on, fight back!" he yelled at me. I personally didn't see
how I could, until I sent him flying again.
"Are you reading my moves or something?" he asked as he stood
up. I frantically shook my head, wondeing the hell happened. Was there
something to the old man's training after all?
A feminine chuckle echoed from the doorway. "Now you know
what's it like, Ranma."
Ranma ignored Akane and focused on me. "Alright, no more
holding back!"
I gulped. I thought I had little chance against when he went
easy. I knew how good he could be when he went all out, as I rememberd
the Herb and Saffron stories.
When he attacked this time, it was at a blindingly fast speed
that I could barely follow, yet somehow I still managed to dodge most
everything he threw at me! The few hits that did get through my amazing
defense did hurt, but not as bad as I thought.
Suddenly, my hands, which had been turning aside Ranma's
attacks, flew into action and struck Ranma repeatedly, plastering him
into the ground.
"Well, looks like he beat you, boy," Genma intoned. "I'm
disppointed. After everything I taught you, you lost to someone who
couldn't even fight a few days ago."
Ranma sprung up from the crater I had put him in. "Shut up,
pop, uh, I mean, Oyaji! He just got lucky!"
"Hmmm, well he did beat you, Ranma-kun," Soun said solemnly.
"And you know what this means."
"Otosan?" Akane asked, suddenly sounding worried.
I was still in standing near the crater where I had planted
Ranma, dazed and stunned at what I had done. I was also feeling rather
weak, and knew that if Ranma attacked me again, I'd probably lose for
real.
Soun grabbed my hand and slapped it together with Akane's.
"Meet your new iinazuke!"
"What!?" I yelled, snapping out of daze. A part of me suddenly
felt a little stronger, though I wondered why that was.
Akane seemed to like it any more than I did, but grudgingly
accepted. "Fine. Come on, Blad." She turned to pull me along, but my
foot caught on the crater edge and I tripped and fell. Fortunately,
Akane caught me.
Unfortunately, she caught me in a hug.
"Way to go, imouto-chan!" Nabiki cheered. "You don't waste any
time!"
"I'm sorry!" I sputtered, backing up. Yes, I felt much stronger
now. Most curious. But why did Akane looked so shocked? And why was she
staring at my hand? Come to think if it, why was everyone suddenly so
quiet?
Oh, I have a bra in my hand, how did that get there?
Wait a minute... Bra?
Oh, dear.
"You PERVERT!"
*POW!*
Funny, I couldn't dodge THAT punch. I passed by Nabiki on the
way out of the dojo, and she suddenly had an interesting look on her
face. That's when I looked at my other hand. Hmmm, it appears Nabiki
likes polka-dots, too.
*Splash!*
As I bobbed to the surface, I heard Ranma talking. "I'll be
back in two days for a rematch!"
"That's the spirit, boy!" Genma commended. "You must regain both
your honor and your fiancee!"
"I don't care about her, I just wanna beat this guy!"
"Well, I don't care about you, either!"
Kasumi was kind enough to fish me out of the pond. Nabiki was
there as well. She scared me.
"You know, I'm not upset," the middle Tendo told me. "But of
course, I'll have to charge you for that grope. 5000 yen. 10,000 if you
want to keep the panties."
That's when I realized something important I had forgotten.
"Uh, I don't have any yen on me..."
Instead of getting upset, Nabiki merely eyed my soaking wet
female form up and down. "No problem, we can work something out. Have
you ever considered modeling?"
Not since Jusenkyo, I was tempted to say. "Uhhh..."
"No problem, right this way!" I resigned myself to my fate,
knowing Nabiki could make my life much, much worse if I refused. I used
to think I was fairly intelligent, but I didn't want to go up against
someone who could rent the Tokyo dome, and not pay a single yen for it.
"Pleasure doing business with you. Let me know if you have any
other needs! Ta-ta!"
The photo shoot took up most of the rest of the day. It
might've have been shorter, but I needed spending money and extra poses
and shots meant I ended up making some money. It wasn't too bad,
overall, and the bikini actually rather nice, though the thong was
uncomfortable.
I also managed to mostly control myself, though I ended up
taking Nabiki's bra twice, Akane's pantyhose once, and Kasumi's garter
once. Soun wasn't too pleased at that last one, and I spent the night
bound and gagged in a room by myself.
I was rapidly becoming a pro at Martial Arts whimpering...
---------------------------------
Will I survive the rest of my visit to the Ranmaverse? What other
trouble is store? What happens when I run into the other girls? Will I
be able to hook up with one of them? Or will I end up with more female
underwear than I know what to do with?
Find out in: YASSI! Part 2 (No clever title!)
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