Damned If You Don\'t

Nodoka checked the temperture of the furu and adjusted the heat settings. "Perfect. Should be ready in ten minutes." The woman turned to the changing room door. "Kasumi dear, are you ready?" "Umm, coming!" Gosunkugi shouted as he finsihed up his disrobement. He lingered a bit, eyes on the glass again, but then figured he was going to get plenty of skin INSIDE the room. He steeled himself and opened the door. Older woman or not, Nodoka was definitely a beautiful woman. Her breasts were full and had no sag at all, and her hair, loose from its bounds, cascaded around her shoulders. Gosunkugi couldn't help a quick glance down; her crotch was covered in darker auburn hair, thick and curly. Nodoka positioned herself on the small stool. "Well come on over and we'll get you washed up, alright dear?" Gosunkugi nodded dumbly, and sat before her, with his back towards her. As much as he hated to lose the sight - he was surprised at how much so - he knew that if he sat facing her, she'd be more than a little suspicious. He felt warm, sudsy hands against his shoulders and back as Nodoka worked a lather on him. "You take very good care of your skin, don't you Kasumi? You must tell me your secret." "I wish I knew," he muttered. "Ah, natural, is it? Your mother was the same way." The hands suddenly stopped, and Nodoka slid back. He could hear her turning the stool around. "All right, will you please do my back?" Of course, she had no idea to whom she was speaking, he mused. If she did, he'd hardly still be alive; she carried the katana even into the bathroom. He eyed it nervously, where it hung on the wall, then turned around and picked up the soap. "Mmmm...that feels good." Nodoka leaned back against his hands. "Oh, yes. You always were good with your hands." Gosunkugi started to sweat. Whatever he was doing, it seemed he was doing from instinct - perhaps a learned reflex from this body? But Saotome-san was definitely enjoying it. Of course, for her, it was completely innocent...right? His hands continued to roam her back. Gosunkugi couldn't help himself, his eyes roaming to the sides, hoping to see a bit of breast, and down to her ass. He nearly had to stop his hands from following his gaze. "Well, as much as I enjoy getting my back scrubbed properly, I think we should move on to getting the rest of ourselves cleaned." Gosunkugi nodded, and moved back a bit. Nodoka turned around, and he handed her the washcloth and soap. "Thank you, dear." Nodoka worked a lather into the cloth, and started at her shoulders. She rubbed the cloth across the left shoulder, then down the length of the arm. She paused at the hands, rubbing the cloth between her fingers, before taking the cloth in her left hand and repeating the performance on the right arm. From there, she moved down her front, starting with the neck and working her way down. The cloth crossed the top of her breasts, then down between them. She lifted first one, then the other, to run the cloth underneath them, then went across the front of them. Gosunkugi was surprised to see her nipples jumping up, whether from the cold air of the bathroom or the friction of the cloth. She stretched slightly, her breasts standing out, as she ran the cloth across her belly, stopping to scrub out her navel, then down to her crotch. To his disappointment, she relied strictly on the cloth, covering all details as she washed the folds of her pussy. But then she pulled one leg up, placing it on the stool, and ran the cloth along its length, from her backside up to the underside of the knee, straightening the leg as she did so, then bending it again to cover the calf. As with her hands, she paused at the foot, washing between her toes, then ran the cloth across her foot, up her shin, then straightening the leg to wash the top of the thigh. She repeated this with the other leg, though she didn't pull the foot up on the stool. Gosunkugi's eyes were drawn again to her crotch; with the hair wet and matted down from the cloth, more details were apparent. Finally, she filled the bucket, and dumped it over her head. She shivered from the cold, and he noted that her nipples now stood out like two pencil erasers, the skin of the areola crinkling from the cold. Nodoka turned back to Gosunkugi. "Oh sorry, sometimes I forget there's only one washcloth." the older woman stated as she handed the cloth back. He stared at the cloth, his heart beating fast, unsure of what to do. For her part, Nodoka was now climbing into the furo. "A hot soak after the cold will feel very nice right about now." Gosunkugi decided to emulate the performance he was so fortunate to witness and built a lather on the cloth again. He slid the lather on over his shoulder and took it over his arm, watching as his new skin were covered in soap. The texture of the cloth felt oddly pleasant on his arms. He couldn't help but feel a strange disconnect as he rubbed the cloth between each finger, each little action seemed to drive home how different this body was from his old pathetic form. He repeated this action on his right arm, and worked the cloth over his neck, the absence of an adam's apple clear in his mind. He worked the cloth lower, the texture rough against his breasts. A shiver passed through him as the cloth passed over his nipples, hardening them. He straightened his posture and felt a jiggle from his chest as he continued his cleansing ritual and pressed the cloth against his firm stomach, his scrubbing motion working up to undersides of his new firm bust. Gosunkugi took a deep breath and pressed the cloth further down and rubbed his crotch. No, *her* crotch. This fundamental difference between his old body and his new drove home more than ever his state. But that realization was quickly driven from his minds by the sudden, almost painful, flush of pleasure from the cloth. He worked hard to suppress a moan, just a bit of a gasp escaping his lips. 'I'll have to check this out later in detail...' he noted in the back of his mind as he gave a cautious rub and then sadly moved away from his new organ and slowly scrubbed his inner thighs. Kasumi's body, he found, was mostly leg; Nodoka hadn't put her foot on the stool just to give him a peep show. He found it impossible to reach past the knee without doing the same. He also discovered that there was a reason Nodoka had taken so long with the leg; there was no reason why it should feel pleasant to rub down a leg, but for some reason, the feel of the cloth and pressure of his hands was relaxing. Which was good; he was on the verge of losing his composure as it was. Almost too soon, Gosunkugi found he was out of Kasumi to wash. He picked up the wooden bucket and dumped the cold water on himself, immediately feeling all his nerves jumping up at attention. He stood, and turned towards the furo. Nodoka giggled. "Better get in; you're obviously freezing." Gosunkugi glanced down, then back up, face flushing. 'It's not just the cold...' But he obeyed. He slipped into the warm tub and sighed in relief. The feel of his skin against the warm water was amazing, far more sensual than he was used to. "I'll be going to the market afterwards, Kasumi. Is there anything you need me to pick up?" Nodoka started, breaking the silence. "Umm, well..." he trembled. "Whatever you feel we need, Auntie." "Of course." "I think I might just go back to bed after my bath..." "I can understand that. You still look feverish." "I will also see what I can do about the kitchen, however any help you can offer this afternoon would be great." Gosunkugi wasn't sure what he could do. Doing housechores all day certainly wasn't why he made that deal with the devil, while at the same time, the mix of respect and fear he was getting for Nodoka made him think he should make some sort of effort. The lust he felt towards her, however, made him want to strive towards a different sort of effort. She might be an older woman, but that just made her much more a *woman*. Almost to fuel Gosunkugi's lust, Nodoka stood from the furo. She stretched sensuously, the warm water dripped from her body in almost slow motion, and slowly climbed out. "I had better get dressed, and get ready to go shopping." She picked a towel out of the basket, and began to dry herself, with just as much thoroughness as she had used when washing. Gosunkugi watched the entire performance, his face growing warmer still. Finally, she hung the towel on a peg, then slipped on her kimono. She turned towards him, and said, "I'll be back in about an hour, as long as it isn't too busy." * * * * * Nodoka stepped into her sandals, and adjusted her belt. She sighed. 'It could be my imagination, but I think Kasumi was paying a bit too much attention to me in the bath. Of course, it's been a long time since we shared a bath; she might just be unsure of herself.' She draped the baldric over her shoulder, adjusted the hang of the katana. She was certain of one thing, however; there had been no malice in her gaze...if anything, admiration. And she hadn't been unaffected by it. She forced herself to be honest; she had *enjoyed* Kasumi's gaze on her. She was proud of her appearance, and worked to maintain it, and to see that someone appreciated her hard work...more than her useless Panda, anyway. She smiled. It wasn't entirely appropriate, if Kasumi was enjoying looking at her body, and even less so that she enjoyed being admired. But forbidden pleasures were even more enjoyable. She mustn't make a habit of this, however...She had her vows to keep. And she certainly must make sure that it went no further. * * * * * Kasumi stopped again and leaned against a wall, checking her feet. High heels were never her preference, but sadly, her opinion wasn't asked when she was dumped into this body. It was only a bit of minor discomfort, however. She could see the Nekohanten. Kasumi knocked on the door of the cafe, a slight bit of fear behind her. "Umm, hello?" She asked, then coughed and cleared he throat, a vain attempt to sound more like her old self. Shampoo bounced over to the door, and tapped the schedule posted there. "Not open for five minutes!" "I'm sorry, I just wanted a cup of tea." Shampoo considered this, then unlocked the door. "For just tea, we open a bit early." Kasumi stepped inside the cafe and took a seat. "Nice dress," Shampoo commented. Kasumi wasn't certain if she was being sarcastic, or just polite. Certainly, she wasn't being honest. "Thank you. Now, if I could speak to Miss Cologne as well..." Kasumi asked. Shampoo narrowed her eyes. "How you know Great-Grandmother?" "A friend of mine knows her quite well, and she has helped him out when he was in trouble. I was hoping she would help me as well." Not a lie, but Kasumi felt distinctly uncomfortable shrouding the truth in this way. "Great-Grandmother not charity worker. She only help those she know." "Please, Shampoo. I do need to speak with her." "How you know my name?" Kasumi smiled. "You're famous around here." Shampoo found she could only nod. There was something about this woman that was disarming, even if her appearance was more like a woman of the night. She walked into the back and turned to Cologne. "A strange tramp wishes to speak to you," she said in her native chinese. "I am not a tramp!" Kasumi objected in the same language. The objection brought Cologne's attention to the strange woman. The old woman's eyes went wide in fear, then narrowed in resolve. "Get out," the ancient woman commanded. Kasumi stood up, and took a step towards Cologne. "Please, I need some help..." "NO! You WILL step back, NOW!" Cologne commanded again as she reached into her sleeves. "Shampoo, go into the back." "Shampoo not afraid, help fight woman!" "This is an opponent beyond your abilities. Go!" Shampoo quickly obeyed, leaving the two women in the dining room. "So, who are you here for? I'd venture a guess that it's Ranma, although that Kuno kid seems to attract some weirdness of his own." Cologne pulled a small rosary out of her sleeve. "I'm not here to attack anyone. Or seduce them," Kasumi added, remembering her new role. "I need some help, and you're the only one I could think of who could help me." "Do you really believe I would believe that?" Cologne answered. She held the rosary up and chanted. Instantly, Kasumi could feel her strength drain. "Please..." Kasumi begged, the feeling of weakness then became pain as Cologne approached her. Kasumi could feel herself being backed towards the door. "Please, I'm not what I seem!" Kasumi screamed, nearly crying. "Help me, Cologne...you're my only hope." Kasumi collapsed to the ground, shivering in exhaustion and pain. "Hmmm...that was too easy." Cologne tossed the rosary around her neck, and approached warily. "All too easy, in fact." Colonge lifted the strange girl's face up and looked at her, turning the girl's face to the left and right, examining her as a chef would a cut of beef. "Who are you, girl?" "Kasumi...Tendo Kasumi." "Right." Cologne dropped her head, and it hit the floor hard enough to hurt. "You look as much like Kasumi as I do." "Please...surely you must have a magical artifact, or enchanted gem...something that can prove my story.." Kasumi pleaded weakly. "Why resort to magic when we can use more mundane means?" Cologne considered. "A demon would have researched Tendo Kasumi very thoroughly before attempting to pass herself off as such. Is there anything that you can think of that a demon might not know, that I could verify?" "I'm not sure. And anything I might suggest would be suspect, would it not?" "A good point. Let's see...Kasumi is an excellent cook. I could ask an ingredients list...no." Cologne shook her head. "Any such, a demon would be certain to know. Same with any cleansing rituals; the demon might not be able to perform them, but would at least know how they're done." "I could perform one." "I'm not turning you loose until we ascertain just whom you are." Cologne frowned, deep in thought, then said, "No. We have no way of proving it by mundane means. We shall have to resort to magical after all." Colonge pondered this, and then turned towards the kitchen. As she expected, Shampoo was peeking behind the door. "Bring me the foot pan in my chest." she commanded. "You're going to wash my feet?" Kasumi asked. The suggestion seemed a bit silly, but at the same time very much wanted; the long walk in those heels was highly uncomfortable. "And if this footbath proves it, you will help me?" Kasumi asked as she slowly sunk her aching feet into the water. "Well, yes...for a price," Colonge answered. * * * * * Gosunkugi lay on the bed, hands folded across his belly. The bathrobe he'd worn lay discarded on the floor. The dress was still hanging up in the bath's robing room. He replayed the incident in his mind, and smiled. 'God. She was really hot. I had no idea that a bath could be so damn exciting.' The nipples on this body were still rock-hard; he traced one hand up, allowed a finger to drag over the nipple, and gasped at the feeling. 'Everything feels so different in this form. I wonder if Saotome even notices...' His finger began tracing small circles around the nipple. He grasped it between forefinger and thumb, and pinched. The shock of pleasure was intense. Too intense; he released the nipple and began caressing the breast itself. The touch of his fingers warmed his skin, and his breathing deepened. His other hand traced its way down his belly, through Kasumi's dense pubic hair. He felt a touch of coarseness to the skin on either side of the bush; apparently, Kasumi stripped or shaved her bikini line, but hadn't recently. His fingers traced the cleft between his legs, just tracing the surface, and he gasped. He pulled one knee up until the knee touched his ass, then let the knee fall to the side, exposing more of his new toy to his touch. His finger pressed through the outer folds now, tracing along the cleft, across the vagina, then along the tip of his clit. He bit back a moan; his education in the female body was far from complete, and he was surprised to find the clit so sensitive. He rubbed it with his fingertip, and this time could not stop a moan of pleasure. It quickly grew too intense, however, and he stopped, then allowed his finger to trace downward, to the opening. He'd heard about the maidenhead, and was surprised when his finger slid in to the second knuckle, encountering nothing. 'Musta been her toys,' he mused. The feeling was just as good as on the clit, but less intense; he worked the finger in and out for a good minute, until need drove him back to the clit. His finger now well lubricated with Kasumi's juices, he started on the clit again, rubbing in small, tight circles. His hips started to move of their own accord, and his breathing was ragged and deep. Images of Nodoka, slowly washing herself, played through his mind. 'I did all this to get closer to Akane...why am I thinking about her?' It was no matter; he'd fixated on her because she was the first fully nude female he'd encountered, was all. He reveled in it, remembering the curve of her legs, the swell of her breasts, the darkened patch of her cunt, clit just peeking out between its lips... The orgasm caught him by surprise, and he cried out, hips bucking towards his hand. It held him in its grip for long seconds, far longer than it did as a male, and he drifted off to sleep before it released him. * * * * * "I see. Sounds like quite the kangaroo court, but what else would you expect of the Lord of Darkness?" Colonge said as she poured a cup of tea for her guest. "What could I have done to stop it?" Kasumi asked. Her expression was puzzled as she sipped the lightly flavored green tea. "Invoke the Lord's name." Colonge answered. "Any Lord's name. I think you could've had good chances if you said 'Flying Spaghetti Monster', if I had to be honest." "I see. I guess that wouldn't work at this moment, would it?" "Now? Oh, no. That would be a bit dangerous in your current condition. Is there something wrong with your tea?" "I'm not sure... I still feel weak." Colonge turned towards the kitchen. "Shampoo, bring us a pot of coffee please, extra black." "You serve coffee?" Kasumi asked, somewhat surprised. Colonge laughed a bit, more to herself. "Oh no. It's mainly to help me wake up. I'm not as young as I used to be you know." Seconds later, a big pot filled with a vile bitter dark liquid was set on the table. Cologne picked it up, and poured two cups. She sipped the first, then slid the other over to Kasumi. Kasumi looked at it uncertainly. "Ummm...thank you, but I don't drink coffee." "You have to, now." Cologne shook her head in amusement. "Normally, a demoness would recharge through her primary means - performing evil deeds. In your case, immoral sexual deeds. However, we don't really want you seducing customers, nor do I want you passed out in my dining room." Kasumi stared at the coffee cup; she had a bad feeling that she knew where this was going. "So what's the alternative?" "Each demon has a secondary means of recharge. It's not as good as the primary, but will suffice for daily activity. In your case, it is coffee?" "How do you know?" "Idiot girl! I performed a detailed magical analysis of your form!" Kasumi looked up hopefully, and asked, "Maybe it's just the caffeine?" "No. Unfortunately, the substance is irrelevant; only the form matters." Kasumi sighed, and picked up the coffee cup. "I'd better get this over with." "It's very hot; sip it slowly." Kasumi knocked back the entire cup in one gulp, then set it down on the table gently. "Thank you; I already feel better." Cologne stared at her in shock. Then smacked her forehead. "Why am I surprised that a demoness can take near-boiling temperatures?" "So what do we do next?" Kasumi asked. "Not much we can do with the lunch rush arriving any second. Which brings me to my next point. Please go in the back, Shampoo should have an outfit for you." "An outfit? What for?" "Well, I can't help you for free, and we have been needing a new waitress for some time." "Yes, I suppose Ranma doesn't work here very often anymore." "Luckily you and Shampoo are close to the same time. Two things though." "Yes?" "You're going to need a different name for the immediate future. Revealing your true identity puts strain on the spell, and can cause it to fail." "You mean I'd go back to normal?" Kasumi clasped her hands before her and smiled. "No. If the spell fails, the effects become permanent, and there is no way to reverse it." "Oh." "So don't strain the spell any more than you have to. For the moment, we'll call you Yokubo, until you can come up with something else." "I understand. And the second thing?" "When you put on whatever Shampoo gives you to wear, remember: There's only one letter difference between 'tits' and tips.'"