Ranma's Secret Admirer 3/4
by Trisha L. Sebastian



[Ranma and Co. are copyrighted to whomever owns them, the mystery 
character is mine and never the twain shall meet in real life.]



	"Come on, Nabiki, I ain't wearing that!"  

	"If you want to find out who this girl is, you have to wear
it.  It's all a part of the plan."

	"I don't think I like this plan..."

	"You have no choice.  Do you want this girl to keep bugging you
with notes?  Furthermore, do you want the rest of them to find out?"

	"...no..."

	"Then, you do exactly what I tell you to do, understand?"

	"I guess.  But does this 'plan' have to involve me looking
like a complete idiot?"

	"Yes."

	"Damn."


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	I wanted to stay behind and help Ranma recover from his fall in
the girls' locker room, but if I did, it would be too risky.  Besides, that 
perverted old freak felt me up!  I couldn't let him get away with that.
So, after we pounded him to a pulp, I went back to the locker rooms.
No sign of Ranma anywhere, except for a puddle of water in the shower room.
I went home and crafted another note to my love.

	The next day, I woke up bright and early as usual, and after eating
a quick breakfast, I rode my bicycle to school, parking it in my usual spot.
Locking it up, I looked over at the school gates to see Akane walking alone.
Alarmed, I ran over to Akane and asked, "Hey, Akane, where's Ranma today?
Is he sick?"

	Akane looked perplexed.  "I'm not sure; he left very early this 
morning with Nabiki.  She said they had some business to take care of."

	I giggled.  "Knowing your sister, she probably wants him to take
care of someone who's behind on their payments."

	Akane threw me a shocked glance, then giggled, too.  "I guess so,
I can't imagine else she would want... him.. to..."  Her voice trailed
off as she stared at the school gates, and more specifically, at the
person who was perched on top of them.  It was Ranma, in his male form,
wearing a very short light blue dress, like our school uniforms, only his
reached to mid-thigh and was tighter.  The shirt was stretched tight over 
his chest, showing the outline of his pectorals.  He looked around at the 
school yard, at all the guys staring at him, and after a long pause, he 
jumped down, making the skirt flare up and expose his... panties?

	Akane recovered first.  She ran over to him and cuffed him on the
top of the head.  "What in the world do you think you're doing?  Have 
you no decency whatever?"  She stood directly in front of Ranma, shielding
him from the growing circle of gawkers that stood around her.  She cocked her
head at him.  "Oh, I get it, you probably lost a bet with Nabiki, right?"

	Ranma took a deep breath, and looking at her hands, he said, "No, I 
didn't lose a bet with Nabiki."  He fumbled with his skirt, making it inch 
up on his thigh.  "I wanted to wear this."

	"Why?"  Ranma looked down and mumbled something unintelligible, and 
everyone leaned in closer to hear.  Akane yelled at him, "Answer me, Ranma!"

	"...becauseilikewearingwomen'sclothes..."  Akane recoiled, her hand
flying to her mouth.  Ranma shuffled his feet and finally looked up, his
eyes rimmed with thick black eyeliner and false eyelashes glued to his eye-
lids.  Ranma's cheeks were painted red with blush, and his lips bore heavy
red lipstick.  As the whole crowd tittered, his eyes focused in on a spot
just behind Akane, and for a second his face darkened.  Then, he set his jaw
and focused in on Akane.  "And what do you care about it, tomboy?  It's none
of your business if I want to wear women's clothing!  In fact," and here,
he preened, fluffing up his pigtail, "even as a man in women's clothing,
I'm *still* sexier than you!"

	Akane went pale as a ghost, then flushed redder than a tomato.
My heart stopped in my chest.  Before Akane could make any sort of rebuttal,
he angrily picked up his bookbag and sauntered off to the steps of the 
school.  He passed a flabbergasted Kunou and entered the school.  I looked 
over to Akane, who was still staring off at Ranma, while the crowd around us
erupted into conversation.  No one noticed me slip away.  I stalked angrily
to the school doors.  What in the world was going on?  Only one person had
the answers: Nabiki Tendo.


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	Ranma stood in the hallway, two pails of buckets in either hand.
After the teacher recovered from fainting, he immediately sent Ranma out
in the hallway, while the teacher rushed off to the principal's office,
no doubt to call his old man and Mr. Tendo.  Ranma fidgeted, the panties
riding up his butt.  Oh man, why did he let Nabiki talk him into this?
He sure hoped that this great plan of hers was going to work.

	"I scare can believe the sight upon mine eyes, and yet it is here!"
a booming voice echoed from down the hallway.  A figure carrying buckets 
slid around the corner, then sprinted up to Ranma.  Ranma dropped his head 
in resignation.  "Finally, the conjurer has been revealed through his 
own perversion!" crowed Kunou, a maniacal expression of glee upon his face.
"Now, foul offal, prepare to meet the might of the great Kunou Tatewaki!"

	Kunou threw off the water bucket yoke and Ranma leaped over the 
buckets falling at his feet, throwing his at Kunou.  He twisted in mid air 
and kicked his legs out wide, hitting Kunou in both temples, then back 
flipping to a ready stance.  He heard a gigantic RIIIIIIIP! and an even 
softer click!  The windows of the classroom flew open and the entire class 
saw Kunou prone in a puddle of water and Ranma in a ready stance, with a 
gigantic rip in his skirt, showing off his butt in a pair of pink lace 
panties.  Ranma decided he had had enough.  He took off running, his dress 
flapping behind him in the draft.


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	It didn't take me long before I found her.  Nabiki was holding
court on the roof, an air of amused detachment on her face.  I stalked to
the front of the crowd of people waiting to speak to Nabiki.  "We have to
talk," I said in a low, mean voice.

	"I'm sorry, I'm all busy for the rest of the lunch period.  If you
like, I can have Sayuri pencil you in for--"

	"It can't wait.  It's about Ranma."  My fists were clenched at
my sides and I was breathing heavily.  I caught a quick flash of smugness
in her face before she said, "Alright, I can see you now, if it's that 
important."

	I nodded curtly.  "It is."  She dismissed her group and a few went
away with obvious disappointment.  We walked to a corner of the roof,
overlooking the lunch yard.  "What the heck was that stunt about at the 
front of the school today?"

	"Hmmm?  I don't know what you're talking about."

	"Of course you do!" I hissed.  "Akane said that you and Ranma went
off to school together.  Then he comes along and says 'he wants to wear
women's clothing'!  There is no way in hell that my Ranma would ever
say anything like that without being forced."  I leaned in closer to her,
my face inches from hers.  "You're behind it, I know you are!"

	"Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not," Nabiki said in that cool, detached
voice of hers.  "Besides, what business is it of yours?  You have no claim
to Ranma."

	I seethed.  "Of course I do!  He's my--"

	Nabiki tilted her head.  "Your what?"

	I shut up and took step backwards.  "It's not important what he 
means to me."

	"Of course not."  She smiled again and steepled her fingers under
her chin.  We were silent for about a minute.  Then she broke the ice.
"I talked to Ukyou earlier, too."

	"You did?" I asked warily.  I had almost slipped up.  I couldn't let
Nabiki know about my love for Ranma.

	"Yes, she was just as upset with me as you are."  Nabiki leaned
over the railing and looked out over the courtyard.  "She was ranting and 
raving like a jealous lover.  Just like you."

	I laughed weakly.  "Well, yes, she does sound like that sometimes."
Nabiki gave me a sweet smile.  My stomach churned.  "Anyway, I'd better
be going soon."  I edged away from Nabiki, who was still looking out
at the courtyard.  Without turning, she said, "Oh, and by the way, I have
something of yours."

	"You do?" I squeaked.  She held out two pieces of paper.  Weakly,
I snatched them out of her hand.  One was the note that I had left him in
his lunchbox.  The other was my math quiz, with the doodles and my name
at the top of the page.  The handwriting was identical.  My heart sunk.
"You're not going to tell anyone are you?"

	Nabiki didn't answer.  Fear stopped up my throat.  Finally, she
turned to me and said, "I'll make you a deal.  I can get you one date with 
Ranma, just one.  In exchange, you have to promise to leave him alone from 
now on."

	I couldn't believe it.  My mouth fluttered open.  Why was she being 
so nice to me?  There had to be a catch.

	"There's no catch.  One date.  Then, you leave him alone for
good.  Do we have a deal?"

	I thought it over for a second, then said, "Yes."

	She smiled.  "Good.  I'll have him meet you at the movie theater
at seven o'clock."

	My head was spinning with joy.  "Thank you, Nabiki, thank you!"

	She smiled again.  "Just thank me later."

	I practically skipped off of the roof.  I had a date with Ranma!


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	Nabiki sighed.  That part was almost too easy.  She grinned.
Too easy, but worth it.  She placed her hands in her pockets, fingering
two rolls of film that she had taken at the school gates and during Ranma's
fight with Kunou in the hallway.  She walked to the door to the stairs.
"You can come out now, Ranma."

	Ranma emerged from his hiding place on top of the clock tower and
jumped down to the roof.  "*That* was my secret admirer?  I can't believe 
it was her!"

	Nabiki shrugged.  "That's not important now.  What's important is
Phase Two."

	"Phase two?  You mean there's more?" Ranma raised his eyebrows
in surprise.

	"Yes, there's much more.  All you have to do is go out on a date
with her."

	"What?  I thought you said we were gonna get rid of her?"

	"We are."  She smiled at Ranma, clapping a friendly hand on his
shoulder.  "Don't worry about it, I got all the details covered.  All
you have to do is just be yourself."

	"No dressing up funny or wearing make-up?"

	"Nope, just be yourself."

	"That don't sound too bad."

	"Indeed."


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TO BE CONTINUED.....



AUTHOR'S NOTES

6-16-98: Beileve it or not, this section took only two days to write and I
finished this last section in fourty-five minutes.  I took great pleasure
in writing the description of male Ranma in a dress.  Comments are welcome
at sebast5228@earthlink.net, but flames are not.

Oh, and you can thank David Tai and Rod M. for the male Ranma in a dress
scene.  They encouraged me to do it.


Trisha L. Sebastian