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Ryogaā€™s plan	By : PrincessLeah Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 11356 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I donā€™t own Ranma or any of the characters nor do I intend to profit From them. Iā€™m simply a fan with a demented sense of humor.

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Chapter 5

When Ranma awoke she was comfortably warm. She hadn’t slept like that in recent memory or ever since that damned Neko Ken. She slowly tried to stretch and found that her body was enveloped by someone else’s. Then the memories came flooding back. She couldn’t move a muscle. She gulped knowing that whatever she felt last night....was all her. It was why she was afraid of the curse. Afraid of what it meant to give in. She silently formed her resolve. Ryoga wouldn’t win!

Ryoga had been awake when Ranma slowly became aware. He actually liked cuddling the little red head. After all she has a killer body. She slowly stretched then he watched as she locked up in remembrance. She opened her eyes and blue met green. He watched as he saw her resolve firm and a fire of determination lit in her eyes. Good. He thought to himself. It wouldn’t do if she gave in so quickly.

“Go get a shower and get dressed in the clothes I laid out for you. I’ll have you know I won’t reinstate the rules from yesterday unless you make me. Now go on.” He lied smoothly while patting her firm and shapely rump.

Ranma wanted to scream at him, but knew it wouldn’t do any good. She almost whimpered when his hand caressed her rump sending shivers of desire all over.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” she thought silently to herself. She was meekly obeying him without the need of the collar.

After showering she toweled off and looked at the clothes laid out in front of her. ‘No fucking way!’ She thought. It was a blue jean skirt piped with white trim. The panties were even worse. A damn thong in a cream color. The bra matched with white lace interwoven in strategic places. Then the low cut blouse that would show a decent amount of cleavage. The low wedge shoes weren’t too horrible though.

She surprised herself by mechanically getting dressed. ‘Why am I doing what pig brain wants?’ She thought. Every article of clothing that went on caused shivers and jolts of enjoyment and pleasure. She didn’t know why she was enjoying this. It wasn’t like it used to be. Where was the revulsion for giving into something so feminine? She walked into the room and had to suppress a shiver at what she saw. She didn’t know if it was a shiver of revulsion....or something else.

Ryoga was shirtless having on a pair of fitting blue jeans. He was rummaging through a drawer on his side of the bed looking for a t-shirt and his muscles on his back rippled with the movement. Ranma’s eyes involuntarily tracked his movements with ease until he turned and smirked at her.

“Like what you see?” He asked smiling.

“N....no!” She said blushing profusely and looking away. She gasped as she suddenly felt his hand tilting her chin up and his lips enveloping hers. Again her arms wrapped around his neck as she whimpered and moaned into the kiss. Ryoga broke the contact and leaned back.

“I think someone is lying....” he said smiling.

“This has to be the collar dammit!” She barked out .

“No more cursing! I already told you your under no commands right now.” He said lying. “Besides, how am I going to give you commands if your asleep dumb ass!”

Ranma pouted cutely and turned away. The unconscious way that she pouted sexily almost made him weak in the knees. ‘Damn Hibiki! Get it together!’ He told himself. ‘She doesn’t even know she is doing it!’ He thought.

“Go ahead and sit at the vanity over there. Mia your assistant will be in in a moment to address your hair and makeup. Make sure and pay attention she won’t always be around to make you look nice.”

Ranma shivered at the tone of command in his voice. “And you say your not commanding me!” She shouted.

“No I’m not, I have to make it a command. You could tell me to go fuck myself again, but we both know how that went last time.” He said smirking. Ranma did as she was told and sat at the vanity looking at herself. The cute image she presented sent another shiver of desire through her. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me!’ She thought. Her attention was drawn by a 20 something looking woman with bright blond hair.

She wasn’t Japanese but her tan skin could have been anywhere from American to Brazilian. “Mrs. Hibiki, my name is Mia, I’m told I’m to do your hair and makeup while teaching you at the same time.” She stated smoothly in Japanese. Ranma nodded absently as the woman pulled out cosmetics and hairspray from various drawers.

“A full kit like this is already on the plane. I will meet you there and every morning we will go over your presentation. Honestly a beautiful girl like you knowing nothing about this...Your father ought to be ashamed.” She chided.

“Just what all were you told Mia? Ranma asked scowling.

“That your father tried raising you as a boy, and that your starting to embrace your feminine side.” Ranma scowled But didn’t say anything. ‘Better she thinks I’m a tomboy than a boy....’ she said to herself. But it didn’t quite sit well with her for some reason.

The next hour Mia spent teaching Ranma the intricacies of makeup and hair style. “Makeup is a form of art, it allows you to express yourself in ways words alone could never do. One shouldn’t over do it either. By ‘caking’ makeup on as you do eloquently put it...you make yourself look cheap. Here watch this.” Mia told her wiping her face clean. She started with a light base, then worked up with some concealer and blush. Then some tasteful eye shadow and eye liner. Followed by mascara. Finally she selected a light coral lipstick and instructed Ranma in the proper application. After blotting her lips as she had been told to she looked at herself in shock. Her hair was trimmed and styled in a feminine but somewhat sexy manner and her makeup was tasteful and not over down. She looked like a completely different person.

A shiver of pleasure so strong traveled up her spine that she almost orgasmed from the intensity. She suppressed it with brutal intent. “You look beautiful...” Ryoga said honestly. Ranma didn’t know what to say. She just blushed hotly and looked away. The makeup girl just giggled girlishly and whispered in her ear. “Well if there is anybody that can make revel in femininity it would be a hunk like him...your lucky girl.” Mia winked and gathered her things.

Ranma couldn’t think....Mia was right. Ryoga made her feel small and vulnerable in a way she couldn’t describe. But it wasn’t a bad feeling. She looked up at him and almost smiled. Why was Ryoga making her feel this way? Why did the memory of his hard muscles and calloused hands caressing her make her wet with desire. She squirmed in her seat uselessly as she tried desperately to suppress the growing desire for her....husband. She gulped. This was going to be a long trip.
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