Thinking about the "Ranma splits" idea I posted recently...I'm 
not going to write the story, but this is a scene that might appear in 
it... Takahashi disclaimer, etc....

	"But I don't want to wear those!  It'd be *per-vur-ted*!"
	Ranma heaved a sigh.  The other Ranma was really beginning to get 
on his nerves.  He'd never suspected his female side would be such a 
whiny, effeminate airhead.  And worse, *she* had the male body.
	At least, if his female side had been a tomboy, like, oh say 
Akane, for example, she could have at least been able to fake 
masculinity.  But, no, she was making Ranma look like a complete nancy 
boy.  This his reputation did not need.
	It had seemed so simple.  A spell that would separate his male 
and female forms, with a properly-oriented personality for both.  Except 
Ryouga had helped with the preparations, and gotten one of the mirrors 
backwards.  Toufuu and Cologne were looking for some method of reversing 
the process, or switching the personalities to more suitable minds, but 
the scrolls they needed would take at least a week to arrive.
	Meanwhile, Ranma was trapped in his female form, and the female 
"Ranma" was trapped in the male body.  Neither of them liked it much, but 
male Ranma was at least experienced in the condition, and could endure 
it.  Female Ranma was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.  The Tendou 
sisters had stood it as long as they could, but eventually gave up and 
left Ranma in charge of his other self.
	Since then, it had been one crisis after another.  The latest was 
underwear.  She was point-blank refusing to wear boxers, on the grounds 
that they were *boys'* underwear.
	"Ranma-chan, listen to me," Ranma tried again.  "Physically, 
you're a guy.  So it's okay for you to wear boys' stuff.  Really."
	"WAAH!! You're so mean!  I don't wanna be a boy!  I'm a girl and 
I want to wear pretty things!  Can't I wear panties?  And I need a bra!" 
	"For *what*?  In case you haven't noticed, I'm the one stuck with 
the enormous boobs!"
	"Yadamon!  You're such a pervert!"  Female Ranma sobbed into her 
strong, manly hands.
	Dammit.  Ranma just couldn't stand to make a woman cry.  Even if 
it was a warped version of himself hogging his male body.
	"Listen, there aren't any panties your size in the house, okay?  
Why don't you just put on the trousers without underwear, just until we 
figure out what to do, okay?"  That seemed to calm her down.
	"But I look better in a skirt," she whimpered, "and I have to 
have panties for that."
	"Maybe later.  Trousers now."
	Ranma left the room and tried to brainstorm.  He needed help, but 
who could he call?  He was too embarrassed to contact Ukyou, and--wait a 
minute.  Ranma went to the telephone stand.  They still had the number, 
now if only someone was home.
	*Ring Ring*  Three times, then someone picked up.
	"Moshi Moshi?"
	"Tsubasa, that you?"
	"Yes, who's calling please?"
	"Ranma."
	"What do you want, Saotome?"  Tsubasa's voice had gone from sweet 
to ice in no time.
	"Uh...this is really 
embarrassing...wheredoyoubuygirls'underwear?" 
	"WHAT?  No, don't repeat it."  His voice was in deep freeze.  
"Saotome, I like to play dressup.  I am *not* a transvestite.  You know 
perfectly well I don't wear lingerie.  Good day--"
	"No, no!  Don't hang up!  I didn't mean it that way!  Listen, 
what if a guy really was that way, and needed to get that stuff, but he 
couldn't go to a girly place to get it and..." Ranma paused, out of 
breath. 
	"Ranma, are you telling me you're...but you turn into a girl 
already.  You could walk into any women's establishment in town."
	"No!  It's not me, well sort of it is, but not really, and...aw, 
come on, can't you just tell me?"
	"Well, I do have some contacts who do swing that way, and there's 
a shop that specializes in that sort of thing for men.  But it's going to 
cost you."
	Ranma gulped.  After one too many encounters with Nabiki, he had 
nearly as bad a reaction to the word "cost" as to "fiancee."
	"How much?"
	"Get me a date with my darling Kodachi."  
	Ouch.  Ranma wondered how *that* had happened.  He really didn't 
wish either of them on the other, but if that was what Tsubasa wanted, 
Ranma would get it for him.
	"You got a deal."
	"Really?"  Tsubasa's voice went all the way back up to sunny.  
"Okay, it's called `Henshin', and, you got a pencil?  Here's the 
address..." 

			*			*


SKJAM!