Lies and Deceptions

Ranma was just as nervous as Mousse when he brought his friend the hypnotist to ‘seal’ their deal. His friend was a half Chinese, half Caucasian hybrid whose name was Peter Yu, but his stage name was Zoltan the Amazikin when performing. He was in his late twenties with sandy brown hair that he wore to his shoulders, a slight, but muscular build, light yellow toned skin and had only one piercing blue eye as he lost the other one in a bar fight. He affected a slightly tougher appearance then he actually was by wearing a black eye patch over this, he was actually very friendly and easy going. “So this is your husband?” he teased Ranma when he met Mousse.

Mousse took offence and said “har matey, you be putting out to sea tonight?”

“Hey I might have only one eye but I have perfect vision in it, four eyes” he snarled back.

“Mousse, Pete; please stop. I’ve explained what we want done and he’s agree to it” Ranma reassured Mousse.

“For a price” Peter said.

“Yes he wants to stay with us for two months and make daily records of this” Ranma said.

“I don’t mean that I want to watch you two in bed together or anything. I just have never had so unique a request presented to me and think it could make an interesting study. Your names would be changed of course” Peter assured them.

Ranma looked at Mousse and blushed, again he wondered if he was turning homosexual, every fiber of his being longed to make love to him. “I can agree to those terms”

“The circus could probably use a hypnotist act” Mousse said reluctantly.

“Good, if you didn’t agree to this, it would cost you. I don’t work cheap” he declared as he set up a candle and got Mousse to turn off the lights. “Ranma, you need to change into your girl form, I need to establish boundaries with the Rei personality, so need you to be in her body” he advised him.

Mousse got him a glass of cold water, “it’s not too late to back out” he said to him.

“No I want this; at the very least she can be controlled this way. Mousse, I can feel her inside me all the time. She’s suffering and as result I am too, I need this. I can’t live my life like this” he explained.

“So this isn’t just about wanting peace?” Mousse asked in alarm, finally understanding what was motivating Ranma.

“If he can separate us and allow both of us to be happy, then I think this will work” Ranma said.

“Why haven’t you tried to vanquish her like I suggested?” Mousse asked in alarm.

“He did try, Ranma approached me after a show I did at a restaurant. That’s how we met. His was such a unique case that I agreed to take it on. The Rei personality is too strong to get rid of and Ranma’s slowly being driven mad, it was my suggestion to give him a false split personality to allow them to live separate lives. I hope that if I further work with the Rei personality that I can rid him of her” Peter explained.

“You’re okay with me being with her?” Mousse said.

“For some reason yes” Ranma said and dumped the water over himself to become a sputtering redhead.

“Okay Ranma I need you to lie on the couch, watch the candle and listen to my voice......” Peter said in a soothing tone and continued until Ranma was under the spell of his voice.

“Did it work?” Mousse asked, if anything Ranma looked asleep to him.

“Ranma can you hear me?” Peter asked.

“Yes” he intoned.

“Can you feel Rei inside you?” he asked.

“Yes” he said.

“We need to talk to her and only her, can that be arranged?” he asked.

“Yes” said Rei’s softer voice.

“Rei I have Mousse with me” Peter said.

“Mousse? Is he okay, I didn’t even manage to finish washing his underwear” she said in a panic, which caused Peter to laugh.

“Rei is that you?” Mousse said with hope in his voice.

“Of course it’s me darling” she said getting up from the couch and throwing herself into his arms, Mousse held her and stroked her face in wonderment.

Peter cleared his throat “there’ll be time for that later” he said and they stepped back from each other with a blush.

“Rei, you’ve been making Ranma extremely uncomfortable with your desiring to be with your husband. I have a suggestion, but you have to agree to it. Ranma will allow you uncontrolled visits with your husband for a month, but we have to be able to control your personality. You will have to be dormant when Ranma is Ranma and he will be dormant when you are you. But you will share the same memories so that neither one of you gets confused. I can set up these boundaries, do you accept?”

“Anything to be able to spend time with my Mousse” she said.

“Good now I have to hypnotist you” Peter said.

“Isn’t she already hypnotized?” Mousse asked.

“No its more like she’s been brought to the surface, I now have to get both people under control to sort them” he explained. He went through the same steps until he had her under his spell. “Rei you will only come out when Mousse says ‘come Rei’ and will become dormant when Mousse says ‘Ranma return’. You will have nothing to do with Ranma’s body or personality until this happens. Do you understand?” he asked her.

“Yes I do” she said.

“You will have the personality that Mousse gave you....no wait” he said when Mousse shook his head. He whispered into his ear her new instructions. “You will wear what you want, say what you want and only be a housewife if you want” he said.

“I love taking care of my husband and home” she protested.

“Then do as you want” he said, “now on the count of three both you and Ranma will wake up. One. Two. Three.”

“Did it work?” Ranma asked.

“Try it Mousse” Peter said with a nod, Ranma looked nervous.

“come Rei” Mousse said.

“Honey” she said in her sweet voice and flew into his arms again. Mousse started sobbing to be holding her again, she kissed him to still his tears and comfort quickly turned to passion. Peter took one look at their desperate clinch and let himself out, he knew the Ranma could become a girl, but somehow seeing him with a guy disturbed him.

Mousse returned to being his formally easy going, well groomed self and even smiled all day long at the crap job he’d picked up to tied him over until he rejoined the circus. He would see his wife at least three times a week and this was more precious to him than jewels. Sometimes they talked all night and sometimes they made love. It was the happiest moments in his life; he dreaded that they must come to an end soon.

Rei smiled up at her husband. “You know that tonight this ends right?” Peter asked her.

She stroked Mousse’s cheek, he covered her hand with his own, his eyes shone with unshed tears. “I know, at least I got to say goodbye this time” she said softly. “I’ll always love you Mousse” she whispered to him.

“I feel the same” he said softly. “Ranma return” he said with a shaking voice.

“Is she gone?” Ranma asked after yanking her hand from Mousse.

“Yes she should be sealed off from you permanently” Peter said.

“Good then lets do it” Ranma said pulling out the bottle of formula #911, he lead Mousse into the washroom and carefully shampooed his hair to get all the right pressure points based on the instructions.

“I hope that this stuff works, I had to go out on a date with Shampoo to get it” he said with a shudder. “That woman has more hands than and octopus.” Mousse just murmured; he was too entranced by the feeling of someone massaging his scalp to care.


Once Mousse was under its spell, Peter took him even deeper. “You will forget Shampoo, it was Rei all along. You met her when you were three when she accidently dropped a cherry on your head when she’d been stealing them from your mother’s tree. You looked up to find a beautiful redheaded girl grinning at you. She was your first love and she loved your back......” he said and spun a tail that made Mousse smile and made Ranma in awe of his storytelling abilities. He learned how they shared their first kiss when they were ten. How she publically declared she was going to marry him and allowed him to defeat her when they were thirteen, how married at sixteen and various little details about their lives until Ranma himself started to believe it. Until Peter whispered “how did she die?”

“Cancer?” Ranma suggested.

“Sure a long lingering death nice memory, think of something else!” he whispered harshly

“Snake bite?” Ranma said.

“Too violent” he said with a sigh

“How about poison?” he suggested

“Too gory?” he said with a shudder.

“Brain aneurism?” Ranma said grasping at straws

“Quick and painless, perfect. She died of a brain aneurism a year ago. You’ve been a widower ever since and still miss her, but feel better. You loved her but had to leave after her funeral, she was buried with full Amazonian honours. You left your village to visit your friend Ranma in Nerima, whom you met when he visited your village in China. You are rejoining the circus where you enjoyed a great career as a knife thrower; you have friends that you made there. Go forth, you have your whole life ahead of you to seek adventures and find a new love” he said kindly, Tears streamed from Mousse’s eyes while he said this. “What’s wrong Ranma?” Peter asked pausing. Ranma was quietly sobbing.

“Something’s wrong, Rei’s sobbing about him leaving. She doesn’t want him to go” Ranma said in confusion.

“How’s that possible? She was sealed off. I’m starting to think we’re dealing with more then a split personality” Peter said.

“She screaming in my head” Ranma cried. “I need to go with him” he said understanding. “Tell him that I’m his assistant in his show”

“Ranma I don’t think that’s a good idea, he can’t have a male assistant. That’s not how it is in the circus” Peter said.

“Tell him I’m Rei’s twin sister, Ray who fell into the Jusenkyo spring of the drowned man” Ranma suggested.

“It’s not going to work, he will be missing his wife and will transfer his feelings for her to the woman who most closest resembles her; you” Peter said.

“I’m her twin sister Ray who’s a tomboy. I’m like a kid sister to him.........and a lesbian” Ranma said firmly.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked.

“Yes I need to see this through to its conclusion or go mad” he said. Peter bent and told Mousse what Ranma said........and that was how Ranma ended up travelling with the circus.

Ranma had left most of his packed bags at Mousse’s earlier that week. So he stole out of the Tendo house early in the morning leaving just a note, saying that he didn’t know when he would be back. He felt bad about leaving Akane like this, but promised himself that he would explain it to her as soon as possible...............but not the part about sleeping with Mousse.

Ranma was disappointed when Mousse led her to a trailer that was parked far away from the big top. “This is where Peter shall be staying. I wish you could stay here to Ray, but we wouldn’t want to give people the wrong impression. As if anything would happen between us!” Mousse said in amusement.

“Definitely not” Ranma said and hid a blush.

Mousse put his bags down “let’s mingle and find out who I know who still works here. We’re bound to find a girl who will let you stay with her. People usually eat dinner this time a day before the performances start, just leave your bags here until we get you sorted” he suggested.

They had just walked into the dining hall when there was a squeal, Ranma’s eyes went wide when a mass of flying curls and golden skin flung itself at Mousse. He laughed and swung her around, clearly glad to see her. Ranma’s jaw dropped at how exotically beautiful the girl was, she had the golden café o lait complexion of a black woman. Her face was perfection itself with delicate features, a button nose with a gold stud in it, high cheekbones, wide turquoise eyes and a wide, mobile mouth. Her hair cascaded down her back in wild blue-black curls to her knees. She was just as tall as Mousse and seemed to be about the same age as him, with a curvy body. Her body was lush and toned and she had what Ranma had been told were called, ‘girly muscles’ with a flat, washboard stomach. Her clothes were as exotic as the rest of her; she wore a green split skirt topped with a wide black leather belt, a headband that matched the skirt, soft black leather slouch boots and a short leather bustier that showed off her taut belly. She wore gold bangles around her wrists and had a large beaten gold belt buckle. She smiled politely at Ranma, yet Ranma could see disappointment in her eyes. It was the same that he saw in Akane’s eyes when she caught him with another girl. Her grip on Mousse was possessive, not octopus-like as Shampoo’s was, but still as amorous.