Son Turned Daughter
A Ranma � fanfict by Tangent
Pre-reading and editing assistance by:
Lord Talon;
Nevrmore;
And some guy named Steve
DISCLAIMER: 'Ranma �' and all characters therein belong to Rumiko Takahashi, Shogagukan, Kitty, and Viz Video. This fanfict has been produced for my own enjoyment and to pass on without profit. Other characters that come into play in this fanfict may or may not be pulled from other sources (including other fanficts, RPGs, manga, anime, literature, or possibly even *GASP* American comic books!).
ATTACH TO CHAPTER THREE PART ONE HERE
As lunch-break started, Akane dragged Ranma over by a tree to talk as they ate. "What was the deal with Kuno earlier?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" Ranma wondered.
"You were all cute and sweet, calling him 'Kuno-Sempai' and everything when you issued your challenge..." Akane reminded her friend.
"I was just psyching him out," Ranma explained. "You know, throwing him off, so he'll be unbalanced during the fight later..."
"Kuno's already unbalanced," Akane commented dryly. "He doesn't need any help with that." On a different track, she continued. "Anyway, be careful when you fight him. He's really good."
"He just does kendo, right?" Ranma asked as she began to dig into her bento.
"Well... yes..." Akane admitted as she remembered what she had seen of Ranma's skills.
"And you've <munch chew gulp> beaten him every time, right?" Ranma continued, not quite waiting between mouthfuls to talk.
"Well... yes... but..." Akane's voice trailed off as her face grew bright red in embarrassed realization.
"But what" Ranma wondered, looking up from her bento and examining her friend's expression.
"..." Akane's voice was so quiet, she couldn't even hear herself.
Ranma set her bento down for later, sensing that her friend was upset. "I didn't catch that, Akane"
"He's been... I mean... I think he's been..." Akane murmured quietly.
"He's been what?" Ranma asked, wondering if she should be pounding on Kuno for more reasons than what she already knew about.
"He's been holding back on me," Akane finally finished.
"Is that..." Ranma broke off, trying to keep her foot out of her mouth. "I mean, sometimes a guy does... that... when..." she trailed of, realizing that this comment was turning out even worse than the first one. "Ah... err... Umm..."
Akane deciphered the comments anyway, and looked at her friend through half-lidded eyes. Ranma, for her part, did a great 'dear-caught-in-the-headlights' impression. This lasted for all of a minute and a half before Akane started giggling. Ranma jumped a little at this, then hesitantly joined in, laughing.
"I'll tell ya what, Akane," Ranma continued after a moment.
"And what would that be?" Akane asked, once more in a better mood.
"Keep up your training with me, and soon enough, it won't matter if Kuno's holding back or not."
"Deal!"
Gym class brought a whole new set of troubles for the two when it came around. They had almost made it to the locker room, when they both stopped in sudden embarrassment.
"I can't believe that I forgot about this!" Akane muttered, beginning to doubt Nabiki's wisdom in having Ranma go along with Mr. Saotome's crazy idea about being a girl in school.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Ranma stuttered, her expression already bright red with the realization of what she was about to do. She didn't even notice Akane glare at her with balled fists.
Akane unclenched her fists after a moment, when it looked like her friend was once again paralyzed with embarrassment. "Oh, come on!" she said, taking Ranma by the hand and dragging her into the locker room. "We may as well get this over with, and it isn't as if anyone has anything you haven't seen before!"
"..." Ranma failed to respond, letting herself be dragged into what most boys her age would dream of. She herself was more inclined to envision what would happen if her secret was discovered while she was in there. It was not a pretty thought.
The girls in the locker room looked ignored the two for a moment, until it became clear that Ranma seemed about ready to keel over in embarrassment.
"Okay," one of the half-naked girls started dryly. "You claim to have been brought up as a guy, so you better prove that you aren't one."
"Ah..." Ranma began, feeling very small and vulnerable.
"Strip down and show us what you have..." the girl continued, "...and haven't!"
Ranma froze, about ready to keel over from embarrassment.
"Megumi!" Akane snapped in defense of her floundering friend. "Don't be mean! Ranma's never been in a girls' locker room before!"
"Yeah!" Yuka chimed in, coming to their aid. "Let's give her some space and let her adjust."
"Okay, okay! Jeeze, don't get your panties in a bunch!" Megumi acquiesced.
After a few moments of piece, Ranma calmed down enough to begin changing into a spare set of girl's gym clothes. Her lack of a bra drew no comment, as it had already been guessed at from the way her breasts moved during the day, but the boxer shorts raised more than a few eyebrows. And then the murmuring started.
"I guess you really were brought up as a boy," one of the girls blurted out as Ranma was reaching for the bloomers that had been set out for her, causing the embarrassed redhead to freeze up again. Akane just muttered under her breath as she finished changing, deciding that it might be best if they got this out of their systems now after all. Not wanting to abandon her friend, but too embarrassed herself, she left the locker room. Yuka followed her out.
"Boxer shorts?" another girl asked.
"Well... err... they're more... comfortable than..." Ranma's hesitant voice dropped even lower still, after a pregnant pause, "...briefs."
"I guess they would be," Megumi observed dryly. "Take my advice though, and get yourself some panties. They'll draw less comment."
"Oh..." Ranma mumbled, not really wanting to agree, but not seeing how she couldn't without giving away her secret. "Okay... I'll see if I can get Pop to get me some..." She then smiled as she realized that this could be another way to get at the old fool. Of course, the girls took her smile to mean something else, not quite different than what it really was.
"I can see it now," Sayuri commented. "Ranma's father in the store buying panties for his 'son'!" She giggled, and others joined in. Shortly, she had left for the field as well.
"Y-yeah," Ranma agreed, trying for the dry tone that Nabiki, Akane, and Megumi had used earlier, but not quite succeeding. Not really paying attention to what she was grabbing first, she put on the pale yellow T-shirt that was part of the girls' gym uniform. The red shorts fell on the floor behind the bench as she did so.
"Well, one things for certain," Megumi observed in the much-practiced tone that the neo-girl had been trying for.
"What's that?" Ranma asked, grabbing her socks next and donning them quickly as she looked at the other girl. She was far too flustered to keep track of what part of the process she was missing.
"You are a natural redhead." Megumi smirked. Her smirk widened just a little bit as one of her colleagues discretely snatched up the stray pair of shorts, as well as Ranma's regular clothing. [This is just too easy,] she thought.
"How can you tell?" Ranma asked, as she slipped her feat into the gym shoes that had been given to her. To her way of thinking, her hair color was hardly natural at all, considering that it was black when she was a guy. Had she looked down even once as she tied the laces, she would have seen her error.
"Oh, I have my ways," Megumi demurred, grinning. This was way too easy, and the poor victim's new friends had already left. The girl with the rest of the new kid's clothes had left as well. Ranma, for her part, couldn't understand why everyone else was giggling.
"Oh..." Ranma left it at that as she left the locker room herself, heading for the field that the girls were gathering in. She was halfway across the field to where spotted Akane talking to Yuka and Sayuri, when she saw then turn and... stare. Ranma then noticed other girls staring. And the boys in the other field looking at her in shocked disbelief. And the girl's coach breaking into a run towards her.
Quickly assessing that all the other girls had tucked their T-shirts in, Ranma mistakenly thought that was what the problem was. It wasn't until she tried to correct this perceived error, that she truly discovered what the problem was...
A look down confirmed her fears... and showed her how Megumi knew she was a natural redhead. She froze for a moment in pure mortification. Then she looked up once, tears brimming in her eyes, before running back into the locker room crying.
Megumi broke out laughing. "Oh, I can't believe she fell for that!" she chortled, tears of mirth in her eyes. Her compatriots laughed along with her, but their laughter died on their lips as they saw a storm coming. A very apparently angry storm named Akane Tendo.
"MEGUMI!" Akane yelled. "Why did you do that to Ranma!?" No one missed the clenched fists or her furious expression.
"W-what do you mean, Akane?" Megumi tried to maintain an air of casual indifference, but not quite succeeding. She was tough, but it was Akane who fought thirty to forty boys every morning. Fought them and won, every single time too.
"You knew she had been brought up as a boy!" Akane retorted. "You knew she had a hard life, away from girls, and had never been in a girls' locker room!"
"What's your point?" Megumi challenged. Not that she really wanted to confront Akane, but by now she had to, or she would loose face with her gang.
"Ooooh!" Akane snarled, running out of things to say. Then she slapped Megumi across her face. Hard.
The resulting fight lasted long enough to show that, while Megumi was a brawler who knew some martial arts moves, it was Akane who was the artist.
When the girls headed into the locker room after the fight, they gaped at the devastation they found within. Locker doors had been caved in by punches, and there were cracks and fist-sized holes in the tiled floor and cinder block walls. In one corner, they found Ranma, sitting with a towel wrapped around her waist, sobbing as the coach held her in her arms.
"Don't you have something to say, Megumi?" Akane growled.
"Ranma, I'm..." Megumi stopped briefly as the neo-girl looked up with tear-streaked and hate filled eyes. Gathering her nerve again, she thrust out Ranma's bundled clothes and blurted out, "I'm sorry!"
"You had better be, young lady," the coach scolded. "That was a very cruel thing you did, and I want to know who was all in on it!" A handful of girls raised their hands up, along with Megumi. The coach noted who they were and stated, "Each of you has a week's detention, starting today."
"Yes, Coach." The guilty girls muttered in shame.
"Akane," the coach addressed.
"Yes, Coach?"
"Get Ranma's things from her desk and take her home. She's had enough for one day. There's no need to embarrass her any further than what has already occurred."
NOT QUITE DONE YET! SUGGESTIONS?
At the very least, I still need an Omake...