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EXPERIMENT
A Ranma 1/2 fanfic by Jonathan S. Haas
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The below story was inspired by... well, never mind what inspired it.
The important thing is that it's a *lemon*. It's the first lemon that
I've written, and probably the last and only. Consider yourself warned:
the below story contains some course language, and explicit descriptions
of sexual acts. If you are not interested in reading adult-oriented
material, or you are below legal age in your jurisdiction, please stop
reading now.
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Still with me? Just wanted to add that as far as lemons go, this one is
pretty mild. I just couldn't bring myself to write the harder stuff.
Hope you enjoy it anyway.
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Why don't I mind? Well, that's kind of a long story. It starts off with
me, Akane, Akane's bed, and a big bucketful of cold water.
Of course we've done it while I've been in my girl form. We've been
married for nearly four years now. You think it's easy trying to keep a
sex life interesting for that long? You take every new twist you can.
I was the one who suggested it first. She called me a pervert, and gave
me a token malleting, but I could tell she was interested in the idea,
and maybe even a little excited. She'd been playfully hinting about it
for months. And so that night, when I came to bed, I wore a female body
and the sultriest nightgown I could borrow from Nabiki.
She was shy and hesitant at first, so I started off doing all the work.
All of the stuff I did to her I'd done as a man anyway, and I think it
helped put her at ease. I shivered the first time she nervously kissed
my nipples, lightly flicking her tongue across them. I'd played with my
own nipples many times as a girl, but this was the first time I'd felt
someone's mouth on them.
And don't give me any shit for playing with myself as a girl, neither.
You would too. Admit it. And believe me, it feels nice. They can feel
things that we can only dream of. That night, I discovered just how good
it really can feel.
That was only the first time, of course. Since then, we've done it many
times... nearly as often as we do it when I'm a man. Akane's developed
quite a taste for it, if you'll pardon the pun. And yeah, she's used
various... objects on me now and then. Unmanly? Feh. I enjoyed it, she
enjoyed it, how could it be wrong? Then one day, she came up with an
idea.
She blindfolded me, stripped me naked, and poured a glassful of cool
water over my head. I felt my genitals shrinking up inside me, turning
inside out, changing forms. My center of gravity shifted forward as my
ample (if I do say so myself) breasts grew out. I felt the familiar
pinching sensation at my midsection as my waist tapered and my hips
flared. And then she led me by the hand, to the bathroom if my sense of
direction was working right. First my left hand, then my right was
placed in an icy bath. I could feel the water sucking the heat from my
arms, as the chill spread throughout my whole body.
Then she took off my blindfold. I was indeed in the bathroom, standing
right in front of the tub. It was filled with steaming water. My arms
were soaking in a smaller washbasin full of ice water. Akane knelt naked
beside me. "Now step forward," she said, with a twinkle in her eye.
I complied. Instantly, the heat from the tub started climbing up my
legs, changing me as it went. My thighs grew masculine, as did my loins,
but just above there, the change stopped. My midsection shivered through
a weird equilibrium, where hot warred with cold, and my waistline
shimmered up and down as the balance shifted.
"Now *that's* interesting," she said, just before her hand came up to
tweak my feminine nipples, while her mouth engulfed my most decidedly
masculine other parts. The combination was an overwhelming torrent of
pleasure that I'd never felt before -- that maybe no human being alive
had ever felt before. What happened then? I ain't providing the details.
Use your imagination. If you want whacking material, go rent a movie.
Some things are too private to tell just anyone.
I'm just trying to explain to you why it is that I don't mind my curse
so much anymore. Are you sorry you asked?