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No Need for Masculinity	By : Richard_Priapi Category: +S to Z > Tenchi Muyo Views: 501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the various Tenchi Muyo properties, nor any of the characters herein who may be found within that canon. Originally posted to AO3, I'll be posting more proofread/edited versions of the chapters here.

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Tenchi’s eyes fluttered open. Wispy images of her dream lingered in her mind like smoke on the wind. Washu had been there. So had Ryoko. And a generous amount of toys and lubricants. She luxuriated in a stretch, mewling softly as the waking world solidified around her. Still, her body ached with a need to be touched, and the thought of Ryoko and Washu’s faces contorted in ecstasy did nothing to dull the heat under her skin. Work could wait a few minutes, for sure.

She tossed back the blanket, the cooler air of the room raising goosebumps on her skin and stiffening her nipples. She let her fingers stray across them: they were definitely bigger now, she thought gratefully. A delicious, soft layer of sensitive breast lay over her wiry muscle. As she cupped and kneaded it, she groaned. Her voice had never even reached baritone, but still the sound was uncomfortably masculine. She tweaked her nipple- the high yelp she let out was infinitely reassuring.
Reluctantly she pulled a hand away from her breast and reached into her pink briefs.
Something was wrong. She was getting used to the lack of inconvenient morning wood, but despite her arousal, despite the way her dick felt electrified when she touched it… Tenchi was completely soft.

She peeked into the underwear with a critical eye; try as she might to tug and jerk herself, she succeeded only in tossing around a limp ragdoll. She rubbed her thighs together needily. This wouldn’t do. Maybe if she changed her angle of attack? With the palm of her hand, she pressed her dick against her body. There. If she rubbed just like that… oh yes. With one hand at her chest and the other working between her legs, she even felt a familiar twinge of hardness. She squirmed her hips, twitching into her hand. A steady flow of “aahs” and “ohs” spilled from her lips despite herself and she bit her lip to keep them back. She had the trick of it now, holding the head of her soft cock between two fingers, squeezing and kneading it with her thumb. How could it feel so good? Why had she never thought to try this sooner? It was her last thought for a golden moment; the orgasm that rocked her seemed to reverberate through her entire body, heat and lightning and bliss running a circuit from brain to chest to groin, lasting maybe twice as long as she was used to.
She let her head fall back against the pillow. As she caught her breath, she held her hand up; it was an old habit, one she didn’t remember forming, to look at her cum before she wiped it away- only occasionally considering, in moments of weakness, what it might taste like. But it looked different now. She came as hard as that, and all that had come out was this little spurt of semi-clear drool? Uncertain what to make of it, she rolled over to find something to wipe herself clean with. Instead, she nearly found a heart attack.
“Starting without me?”
“Gaah! Ryoko, don’t you ever knock?”
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Tenchi stuffed herself into her jeans with difficulty. While they passed easily enough over her legs, they squeezed tightly at the growing plumpness in her hips and butt. She locked onto her eyes in the mirror, avoiding her ever-shifting perception of her body. Those brown eyes still held the quiet strength she had known her whole life: the strength that let a rural Japanese teenager face down a galactic police manhunt, a kidnapping by a bounty hunter, and a megalomaniacal space-dictator’s energy saber. The boy who had done all those things was living on borrowed time.
Surely she had the strength to send him off. It was just one conversation. In her mind, her father and grandfather loomed above her like giants, arms crossed, eyes hidden impassively behind a glare of light on their spectacles. What would she do if they turned her away? The twisting fear inside her lessened slightly as she imagined Ryoko’s answer. Run away: just the two of us, forever and ever! Suddenly it didn’t seem like so bad an option, and a wry smile tugged at her lips. She tucked the thought into the back of her mind and prayed that it would stay hypothetical.
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Dad, Grandpa, I have something to tell you. No. So, you know how the doctor held me up said ‘it’s a boy?’ Well it turns out… No. My body is wrong, but now I’m fixing it. Thanks for understanding. No. She sighed. The drone of breakfast continued around her. She’d had to wrestle her own understanding over so long; how could she translate it into plain speech for them?
Her father broke the thick wall of introspection.
“Tenchi: are you all right, son?”
Nobuyuki’s brows were knit with worry, his voice the gentle sort used when tending to the sick. Tenchi kicked herself- how long had she been spaced out? The eyes at the table turned to face her. No time like the present. Despite the calming breath she took, her voice came out strained and thin.
“Actually, yes. Things are… really good. I’m going through some changes right now, and since you’re all my family, you deserve to know.”
Ryoko and Washu sat on either side of her, gracing her with their most encouraging looks. She planted her hands on the table to stop them from shaking.
“I don’t totally understand it, but I can’t live life as a guy anymore. I’m a woman.” She felt so much lighter as the words left her.
For what felt like eternity the only sound was the drumming of her heartbeat. Grandpa took a pensive sip of tea. Nobuyuki spoke again, slowly.
“Are you sure? How can you tell?”
Tenchi sighed. It wasn’t a rejection. Thoughts spooled in her head.
“A lot of little things. A few big ones.”
Grandpa put down the tea, eyes meeting Tenchi’s intently.
“Do you understand what this means? The challenges you will face?”
Tenchi didn’t flinch. “I don’t. But I have people who can help me.”
Washu put a hand on her shoulder. Ryoko’s fingers entwined with hers. Katsuhito nodded thoughtfully.
“Does this mean you like boys now?” Nobuyuki pressed, apprehensively. Tenchi laughed.
“No. Honestly, liking girls always felt wrong before. Now it just feels gay!”
“That’s for sure. You should have seen our first kiss,” Ryoko purred lecherously, stroking her fingers up Tenchi’s forearm. The room burst into a Masaki household wall of noise as everyone asked questions, cracked jokes, offered their take on what was going on. Everyone except Ayeka. She looked at Tenchi with a frosty glare, her corner of the table becoming a black hole to suck all the warmth out of the room.
Sasami looked thrilled at the prospect of a new big sister.
“Are you gonna change your name? I can help you pick if you want!” A bead of sweat appeared on Tenchi’s forehead.
“Well, I hadn’t really thought-“
Ayeka stood bolt upright, bucking the table and sending food, drink, and place settings flying.
“I can’t believe all of you are humoring this… this nonsense.” She hissed. Her eyes narrowed to slits. “I might expect something like this from her,” she thrust her finger at Ryoko, “But are the rest of you going to sit here and tell me you are ok looking at Lord Tenchi and calling him a woman?”
A new silence fell; tension smothered everything in the room like a weighted blanket.
“Choose your next words carefully, princess.” Ryoko’s voice was low and quiet like she was saving her energy for what might come next.
Ayeka’s gaze swept the room. Washu? Emerald eyes cold and inscrutable. Sasami looked wounded. Yosho and Nobuyuki? Concerned. Uneasy. And last, Tenchi: his brown eyes downcast but resigned as if he’d expected something like this. As if she’d let him down by not catering to his ghoulish flight of fantasy. A woman, indeed. Her skin crawled- not a single soul was taking her side.
“I will be in my chamber. Do not call for me unless you have regained your senses.”
She turned on her heel and stalked off, bearing held as high as her aristocratic upbringing could carry her. Sasami prevented the spectacular departure from leaving a new silence in its wake.
“Tenko?”
Tenchi stuck her tongue out.
“As if. If I’m going to change my name- and that’s an if, I can do better than that.”
Katsuhito spoke gently, as if a stray word could break his grand…daughter.
“If it would please you, is there something you would like us to call you in the meantime?”
Tenchi blushed, looking down at her lap. He hadn’t prepared for anyone to take it so well.
“I was thinking Ten-chan might be nice.”
Conversation forced itself into a semblance of normal rhythm after that as the family cleared up Ayeka’s mess and finished their meal.
And like any other day the Masaki household opened itself to a new girl with strange origins.
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