I got this idea from Webdragon's fic, "Truth." If you don't like it, you
are a ________ (fill in the blank. Aren't reader response fics fun?)

Bile Studio Presents:
You Can't Handle the Truth
typed up by Jang Choe.

	"So Ryouga, you want to fight eh?" I said to Ryouga as I chewed on my
toothpick, laying down, and watching the TV in the Tendo Living Room.

	"Of course, Ranma. You got the letter didn't you?!" 

	"Lets see." I counted the days that has passed by. "Oh yeah, I got the
letter two months ago, and you said that you'll be here two weeks ago. I'm
disappointed at you, Ryouga. You're late, surprise surprise."

	"Well, you should thank me for giving you another two weeks to live! Now
get ready to die, Saotome!"

	I lazily got up from the couch. 

	"Okay, I'll make this quick."

	Ryouga suddenly made a bucket of cold water appear out of nowhere and
splashed me silly with it. Then he grabbed be by the shoulders and shook me
violently.

	"Wake up Ranma, wake up." I heard him say. 

	So, I listen to what he said and woke up. It was only Pop, shaking me to
death. I punched him in the nose, he crashed into a chair, splitting the
chair under his force. "Geeze, Pop. Couldn't you find a better way to wake
me up?"

	"Boy, this is no time to waste, your mother is here."

	"Oh man, again?!" I said as I got up.

	"Shut up, and act like a girl." Pop said as he splashed himself with some
water.

	"Say Pop, aren't you a little tired of Mom coming over almost every month
now? Aren't you tired of eating table scraps?"

	The panda shook his furry, fat head vigoursly.

	"Well, I am. I think I'll tell Mom about my curse right now."

	Then the panda pantomimed the seppuku ritual.

	"Oh, that. Well, who cares anyway? It's only my life." Then I went
downstairs.

	When I went down, I saw Akane bowing to Mom. Geeze, how pathetic I must be
to act like some dumb girl every time she comes over. This will end today.
"Hey Auntie Saotome!"

	"Ah Ranko! It's so nice to see you again." She said with a motherly smile.

	"Well, guess what? I'm a guy. See, I got this curse and every time I . . ."

	"Isn't she a good joker?" Akane said quickly covering my mouth, giving a
nervous grin. "Would you excuse us for a second? Heh heh."
	
	Akane dragged me into another room and threw me down.
	
	"You crazy? Did you forget what would happen if your mother finds out?"

	"Yup."

	"Well, why are you doing this then?"

	"Because I'm tired of this act that's why. Now, if you excuse me,"  I said
as I began to leave.

	"Oh no, you don't you're not going anywhere." She said blocking my path.

	"Akane, since when did you become so concerned about me anyway? Get out my
way before I bust your head open."

	"You don't hit girls."

	"Damn, you're right." I then grabbed her and threw her out the window.
"Never said anything about throwing girls!" 

	I went back to where Mom was and told her to come to the living room. 

	"Okay, I'm going to tell you something,"

	"Ranko, that's not how a proper way for a young woman to dress. Put on
something that is a little less subtle." She said looking at my tank top.

	"Look, Mom. I can dress whatever the hell I want."

	"Ranko, your language!"

	"What the fucking shit is wrong about my language?"

	"Ranko!"

	"Ha ha, sorry Mother. I just needed something to relive some tension
around me."

	"Ranko."

	"Yes?"

	"Why are you calling me mother?"
	
	"Because you are my mother! I'm Ranma!"

	She then looked down and hugged me tight. "Ranko."

	Yes, yes! I knew the direct approach would work. I wouldn't have to act
like a girl again in front of her every again! She now knows of my secret.
Ah, it's so nice to be in your loving mother's arms.

	"Ranko." She said.

	Wait a minute, why did she call me Ranko?"

	"I know that you miss your mother very much." She continued. "In fact, you
don't have to try to act like my son to make me feel better. I miss him as
much as you miss your mother. But we can't be substitutes of each other. In
fact, you are a girl, and Ranma is a boy. I'm sorry Ranko."

	I can't believe this. I had to take a more drastic action.

	"Hey, Mom! I am Ranma. Ranma Saotome and I can prove it, Mother." I then
went to the kitchen and got a kettle of hot water. "Watch carefully,
mother." I poured the entire contents on myself and felt myself getting
taller and the whole body feeling funny. You know that feeling . . . when .
. . you're . . . sex changes. Yeah. Okay, go jump in the spring and find
out for yourself. It's really weird.

	She saw my transformation with big eyes. I think she is getting the
picture. She then looked over my male self and hugged me again. This time
as a mother to son.

	"Oh Ranko, this looks exactly like my son. But you didn't have to jump in
the Naniichuan to make me happy." She said with tears dripping from her eyes. 

	Gee, and I thought Pop was the dense one in our family.

	Akane then came stomping in with cuts and bruises all around her body.
"Ranma! What were you thinking?"

	Mom then looked around frantically in the room. "Ranma?" She said. "Where
is my son Ranma?"

	"Oh for goodness sakes," I screamed as I went up stairs. I grabbed pop and
went down stairs. "Okay Mom, I'll show you that I am Ranma Saotome!"
Despite the protest of my pop, I poured another kettle of hot water on Mr.
Panda. The shape shifted from a big, furry panda into a not so big, bald man.

	"Boy, what did you do that for?!" Pop said grabbing my collar.

	"See mom, there's dad." I said looking at my Mom.

	"So Mr. Panda fell in the Nannichaun also?" She said.

	I then fainted.