There\'s a New Girl in Town

This chapter is dedicated to DaisukeFox who helped me write this chapter with his suggestions when I was stuck with the writers block that normally occurs when writing someone/ a situation I normally don’t. He is beyond a doubt a great Ryoga writer, even with my strange version of him here. I appreciate you both for your zany sense of humour and your wicked story ideas. Here’s to my bestest writing partner. Cheers!

The Ryoga seated in front of his computer was a much different one than usual. For one, he was in his girl form and wore well designed women’s clothes.

Unlike, Ranma who used his female form as just an extension of his martial arts or to cadger what he wanted out of gullible men, Ryoga had researched his woman side.

First of all, he’d gotten a make over and taken modeling lessons to learn how to move and dress convincingly as a woman. So he’d learned the ropes, from how to walk in high heeled shoes (something he didn’t much care to do) and to how to do makeup. The makeup made his already attractive female form look like a doll, so he decided she didn’t need any with her flawless complexion, dangerous bone structure and arresting eyes.

The next step was learning what sort of clothes flattered her body and learning how to shop on her own. The result was that she turned heads in the street; this caused her to strut her stuff a bit at the attention. When she’d graduated from the modeling class along with the plainer genetic women, the teacher had serendipitously slipped her a card for a modeling agency. Ryoga, who called his female side Ryoko when in that form, had kindly thanked her and dropped it in the nearest trash. She had no interest in becoming a model.

Once the look was complete, Ryoko then concentrated on finding out what women thought like and had joined social clubs to find out, not sex clubs or anything so outlandish, just book clubs, dinner clubs wine tasting, knitting etc.

Remembering Ranma’s love of food, Ryoga had signed up for cooking classes and had graduated with top honours. Soon she would be ready.

Once she’d learned how to act like a woman and conquered the womanly arts, she took it up a notch and learned how to flirt with men by speed dating. She not only got lots of numbers, but some marriage proposals as well.

With only one more thing to accomplish, she ordered a book by Betty Dodson (she writes famous masturbation books) on self loving and blushingly learned that her body did indeed response well to sexual stimulation as she brought herself to orgasm as a woman for the first time in her life.

The end result was a well dressed young woman who was confident in her looks and secure in her sexuality. Ryoga himself was nothing if not straight, but as Ryoko in a female brain, she found herself admiring muscular young men. This disturbed her a little.

Finally she felt ready to see Ranma and hacked into the databases to get more information about him. She was surprised to discover that he was achieving quite good marks in his courses; he lived in an apartment with three male roommates and held down the job of assistant coach at a local school......and as a waitress in a café. Ryoga was amused to find out that he worked there as his female side. She could only imagine what he was like now. His male side had wore flattering Chinese clothes while back in Nerima and naturally, so did his female side naturally by extension.

However when Ranma had dressed up in the past to disguise herself, her ensemble choices were often rather laughable. Ryoga found himself bursting into laughter at the memory of the hot pink sack-like dress she’d worn when posing as Ryoga’s fiancée.

Ryoko then hacked into his home computer and learned lots of things about him, she blushed to discover that he had some porn hidden in a file marked ‘recipes’

The next step was to hack into the rest of his competition’s computers, save for Akane as Ryoga felt that it would be too much of an invasion of privacy to hack into hers.......that and he was afraid what he might find. It was an easy task to get into their systems. given that all of the girl’s passwords were Ranma and Kuno’s was Pigtailed girl Akane. Ukyou wrote romantic poetry and that was directed at both forms of Ranma. This wasn’t too shocking for Ryoga, but he also happened to find her recipes for her secret sauces and downloaded a copy of them. To Ryoga’s amusement, he found out that Shampoo, who had moved with the other Amazons and opened a restaurant in Ranma new town, was sleeping with Mousse. He also found her file of recipes for ramen and copies those too. Kodachi’s files contained doctored photos of Ranma making love with her in various poses, these gave Ryoga a nosebleed. They were obviously Ranma’s head on another body, the body displayed was too thin to be the real article. As for Kuno, his folders displayed even worse poetry than Ukyou’s and slide shows of Akane and Ranma when they were obviously sixteen. Ryoga deduced that he hadn’t been able to get new photos since Nabiki had moved elsewhere to attend university.

Ranma pondered the merits of each girl, Shampoo with her sugar coated voice and seductive ways, held the monopoly on sexy of the fiancées. Ukyou with her natural girl-next-door good looks and friendly ways was the perfect combination of almost masculine best friend and kid sister. Kodachi meanwhile was cute and determined to win Ranma by showing how domestically skilled she was. Meanwhile Akane had a fiery temper that Ranma seemed to like in a girl. So what sort of girl would he go for if given a choice in the matter without his various tag-alongs vying for his attention? Finally Ryoga knew that he could take the attributes of all four and combine them into one perfect woman. Ryoga had an edge that the others didn’t possess. He knew that Ranma was more comfortable in the company of men and that’s where his male side would come in handy. By presenting Ryoko as a non-threatening female martial art tomboy, she could sneak under his defenses.........and into his heart.

Now that she knew her game plan, the next step was to find an apartment and register for a couple of courses at the university. Ryoga chose a large commercial studio apartment that was open concept because the less walls, the better and moved into the new town. She furnished it simply as she normally did, but made sure she got a top of the line futon with frame and designer sheets with enough thread counts to make a queen jealous.

Finally she was ready to face him in person and carefully chose clothes out of her new female wardrobe. She chose a pair of cherry coloured bra and panties that went great with her olive complexion. She pulled over them a pair of black jeans that looked wonderful on her long legs and a red sleeveless accordion fold top that molded to her torso like a dream. Finally she pulled on a pair of flat knee high boots; the result was both causal but dramatic. For emphasis she sprayed some hairspray into her hair to make it into a Farrah Fawcett type tousle.

Putting Ranma on her leash, Ryoko turned on the sound of her GSP bracelet and let the direction savvy dog lead her in the direction of the campus baseball diamond. She knew from reading Ranma’s emails that he had permission to spar there from the dean of the campus. It was a causal sort of gathering that a lot of martial artists attended to show off their skills and their friends came to watch.

She stopped and had a seat with the crowd; even quietly seated she drew attention from the males present. She scanned the participants and quickly picked out Ranma. He’d grown taller and broader, but it was definitely him. He taken off his shirt and his undershirt molded to each dip and crevice of his impressive torso. His boyishly handsome face had leaned into his adult features of hard jaw and high cheekbones. He now looked more deadly and desirable with his flashing eyes and full lips. Even Ryoko found herself admiring him, until she caught herself and blushed. She was embarrassed that she’d been attracted to him and blamed it on female hormones.

She watched him spar and saw that he hadn’t lost any of his fighting skills in that time. Although they sparred just for fun according to the rules, obviously Ranma did so to win. Ryoko however looked for weaknesses in his defenses and actually could see a few now that she’d spent a couple of months as Soun Tendo’s student learning their style. Not that he’d known it was Ryoga he was teaching. Ranma she knew from experience that Ranma was too cocky and often got carried away. She rolled her eyes to see his fan club was made up of Shampoo, Ukyou and Kodachi. All had gotten older, but still obviously no wiser as they all got into verbal fights about who was allowed to bring him a towel or water. From where she was sitting, it seemed like Ranma had his own harem. Yet he seemed oblivious to them as usual and even annoyed at the public display they were making.

Seeing that Ranma had just taken out his last opponent, he inquired in a brash voice if there were any other takers.

That’s when she stood up. “I challenge you” she said.

Ranma looked in surprise at the gorgeous young woman and quickly dismissed her.
“Sorry I don’t fight girls” he said.

“What’s the matter, lard ass, afraid you can’t take me?” she taunted and people gasped at the insult.

Ranma flew into a rage “what did you call me?” he demanded, his blue eyes blazed with anger.

Ryoko smirked at him; she knew all of his weakness: his inability to back down from a challenge, that he was a bottomless pit..........and that he was very vain about his appearance for starters. “I mean is that your ass or a bag full of chili cheese dogs? How do you drag that huge thing around? You should slap a sign on it that reads ‘caution wide load’” she said with a sneer in her voice. She was rewarded by the crowd snickering at this, while Ranma turned bright red.

“There’s nothing wrong with my rear!” he snarled.

“Only that it could cover all of Tokyo if you sat on it” she fired back, moving closer to him.

“Okay girly, you want to fight? You got one” he said taking his stance. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you”

“Nor I on you, prepare to get your huge ass kicked by a girl” she said sliding easily into hers. Ryoko wasn’t as strong as her male form, but she was incredibly strong for a woman and she counted on Ranma underestimating her strength. The two of them moved in perfect harmony as if they’d choreographed their fight as they kicked, punched and blocked in perfect harmony.

Ranma had to admit that he was impressed by the unknown female’s abilities as a martial artist. “You’re pretty good” he called to her.

“Better than you lard ass” she called back while she executed a roundhouse kick that sent her curls flying. Ranma managed to block it. She knew that her eyes glowed with excitement as she got into sparring. Sparring with someone the skill level of Ranma was a beautiful thing.

Ranma leaped forward to try and push her down, only to accidently rip her top off. He gasped and just managed to avoid her next punch when he was distracted by the most beautiful pair of breasts he’d ever scene being hugged by a dainty red lace bra that would have brought Happosai to his knees. Ranma gulped that it was semi transparent and he could see her large, dark nipples straining against it.

“Eyes on my face pervert” Ryoga taunted, glad that she could turn Ranma’s normal distraction technique back on him. Ryoga didn’t really care who was watching, she didn’t see the nosebleeds in the crowd.

Ranma dodged her next hit, d-don’t you want to cover up?” he stammered trying to keep his eyes from her flat stomach, svelte waist and firm breasts.

“Sure after I kick your lard ass” she said and stopped holding back, she had been using only one quarter of her strength until now and threw it all into her next punch, which landed solidly on Ranma’s jaw and he dropped down like a sack of wheat.

The last thing Ranma heard was his fiancées crying out. When he came to, his first sight was a pair of huge breasts. “Are you alright?” he heard a voice say and looked up into the angelic face of their owner, but not before noting that even though she was bent over him that they didn’t sag in the least.

“What happened?” he asked as she helped him sit up.

“She kicked your ass like she said she would” a voice piped up with a snicker.

“Ranma, defeated by a girl” his teammate said.

He blushed and then turned to her “who are you?” he asked her suspiciously with narrowed eyes. “Are you another fiancée or a foe?”

She laughed and stood up “how many fiancées do you have? I’m neither. My name is Ryoko” she went over to where his shirt was and slipped into it, but left it open. It was large on her and this caused Ranma to think of how women in the movies would wear their love interest’s shirts after making love. The image was disturbingly erotic to him. With her wild hair it looked like she’d been making love all night long. “I hope you don’t mind if I borrow your shirt, a lady can’t walk around in only a bra you know” she said and went to retrieve a dog that was sitting quietly under the stadium.

The other fiancées rushed to his side at that moment. “Ranma who was that jackass?” Ukyou cried.

“You steal shirt, you no can get away with it” Shampoo said advancing on Ryoko threatening.

“Stealing? I’m only borrowing it. You can pick it up at this address tomorrow” she replied, flipping a card to him. He caught it and looked at it. “Don’t be late, dinner’s at six” she replied and walked away after shooting him one last look over her shoulder. Ryoga smirked when she felt his eyes glued to her pert bottom. She wondered idly why Akane hadn’t been there.

“Do you know that hussy?” Kodachi demanded.

Ranma looked at the card in his hand again and felt like he’d just been offered a challenge. “No I don’t but I feel like I’m going to” he replied as he watched the tough-pretty irresistible woman walk down the street. He had to admit that he was intrigued by her.