This is just a little rewrite nothing has changed. I have just tried to make
it a litttle easier to read. Please any C+C is appreciated but keep in mind
the terrible things I might post if my writing skills inprove.



Ok this is really nasty those of you with weak stomachs may want to stop here.






 Don't say I didn't warn you.






Ranma knelt naked on the floor looking at the pile of clothing in front of
him. How had he ever let Nabiki get him so far in debt. When she got those
pitures of him and Shampoo he had no choice but to sell his body, as he had
nothing else that Nabiki wanted.

 Exept money and he was already into her for at least six months income from
the job she had just got him. Ha! as if somthing this heinous could possibly
be givin the simple description of a job. Slowly Ranma like a man going to
the gallows lifted the bucket beside him and changed.

   Later after dressing he reported to Nabiki's room for the next
humiliation. After Nabiki had placed the wig on her and applied the makeup
Ranma looked in the mirror at the big busted blonde in the skimpy school
girl uniform. Nabiki walked around him in a final inspection. Hmm the breast
are a little big for complete reality but I don't think any of the guys at
the party will really mind. 

  Ranma tries one more time to talk his way out. Nabiki this is so bad how
can you do this to me, isn't there anything else, anything at all I can do
for you. Relax Ranma this is it , besides arn't you the one who allways says
that this waving hand at Ranma-chan, is not you. Just close your eyes and
think of Japan. 
Ranma just hanges his head and followes Nabiki out of the house to the taxi
waiting in the street. As they travel downtown Nabiki letures Ranma.  Now
Ranma I showed my client that video of you in the martial art Gymnastic
comp. and he was truly inpressed by your flexibility . So I want you to do
your best and give it your all. After all if you blow this job I'll just
have to find you something else. And Ranma I don't know what it will be, but
you don't want to find out either. 

Ranma groans and drops his face into his hands. The taxi arrives at the back
of an exclusive mens club. An elderly man rushes out and grabs there arms.
Hurry we must get her in to the party right away there inpatient and they'll
be tearing apart the room in a minute. Nabiki and Ranma are rushed through
the club to a private party room. Now Ranma we have been going over this for
a week get in there and do your best. Nabiki shoves Ranma through the door
and slams it shut as a roar rises from the other side. 

Later in a private changing room Nabiki looks over Ranma with a twing of
guilt. Ranma is slumped on the floor her sailor suit torn and some sticky
white liguid matting her wig and dripping across her face. Her expression is
one of despair and self loathing. 

The Elderly man from before walks into the room. You were marvelous such
physical ability My grandson would like to thank you personally for making
his party such a success.

 All his friends were saying they would have to get you for there parties.Is
it alright if he comes in. Ranma lifts her head. her eyes are dull and her
usual high energy is a mere flicker. Sure why not her voice is flat and
bleak. The elderly man opens the door and waves in his grandson who is
standing in the hall. 

As soon as the grandson enters the room he rushes over to Ranma and hugs
her. You were fantastic great, those moves incredible. Elderly man Harumps.
O the boy backs off. I just wish to thank you and to apoligise for my ice
cream cone landing in your hair. Then the six year old hugs Ranma again.
Your the best Sailor Moon. Ranma groans in despair.

I wrote this with several ideas in mind. 

To practise putting my ideas down for others.
To inprove my typing.
To inprove my writing style.
And finally to suck in all my fellow perverts.