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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 wobbled as he crossed the room in low heels. He missed his mother dearly. So he had crept into his father’s room and found the part of the closet where he kept her things like a shrine. She had worn the low black heels only on special occasions. Well, missing your mother had to be special enough, right?
His father had disagreed. To Nobuyuki, every reminder Kiyone had left behind was irreplaceable. To see his son blundering around his bedroom in them as if they were no more than toys… Tenchi had never seen his father so furious and resolved that day never to see it again. The heels, and for that matter, all his mother’s possessions, were relics. And he would leave them in their place of worship.
--
An ebullient Mihoshi greeted Tenchi, practically knocking her over in a flying hug, fat tears running freely down her face.
“Oh Tenchi, Sasami called and told us everything! That is so beautiful, and you’re so beautiful, I just had to let you know! I took the day off and everything.” She squealed with glee, the joyous noise ringing inside Ten-chan’s ears.
“It’s good to see you too, Mihoshi,” Ten-chan drawled. It was, she reflected, fairly cute, even if it was becoming harder to breathe. She returned the hug as best as she could, and that cued Mihoshi to let her go, holding her at arms’ length and beaming.
“Do you want to know the best part?”
Tenchi cocked her head, blinked: decided on a nod.
“I told Kiyone we should get you something to celebrate, and she had a wonderful idea!”
Forgotten in the dust of her arrival was a prettily wrapped package about the size of a milk crate. Tenchi’s lips curled in the angelic smile she always wore when a well-meaning interloper bought her something, usually far out of left field.
“That’s so thoughtful, Mihoshi! You shouldn’t have, really.”
“But we did!” Mihishi’s eyes looked ready to pop out of her skull. “Go on, open it, open it, open it!”

With the reluctance only seen in introverts made the unavoidable center of attention, Tenchi pulled off the twine holding the package shut. Inside a pair of strappy heels rested on top of a neatly folded sampler of shirts, blouses, skirts, and shorts. There was even a bra that, considering Mihoshi’s bust, had probably been Kiyone’s. Ten-chan blinked. There was something in her eyes. Had to be. She bit her quivering lip.
“It’s mostly just our old hand-me-downs, I hope that’s ok. But we did pitch in for the shoes.”
“Mihoshi, I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything! Try something on!” Mihoshi was jumping with excitement, and Tenchi reddened as the bouncy motion informed her that Mihoshi hadn’t worn a bra that day. The outline of her milk-chocolate nipples pressed against the peachy fabric of her tank top. Tenchi shook herself.
“Yes, let’s… let’s stop jumping and try something on right now.”
Inside the house, Ryoko dozed an a rafter. The cheer from outside hit her hungover skull like a cannon blast. She groaned. Well at least somebody was happy today.
--
Tenchi wobbled as she crossed the room in her heels. They were taller than they looked, the thin base requiring her to place her steps so deliberately, brows knit in concentration. She lurched ahead, catching herself against the back of the couch. Katsuhito entered the house, looking on with numb shock as Tenchi, dolled up in a baggy pair of daisy dukes and a slinky tank top, pranced for her audience. Mihoshi and Ryoko clapped giddily and egged her on. They looked ready to hug each other at the sight.
“TENCHI.” Though her grandpa’s voice was deceptively quiet it had the authority of a thunderclap. “Have I taught you nothing? Flopping about the house in heels like a sick antelope. Come with me.”
Tenchi’s face fell. Ryoko rolled up her sleeve and began to move towards Katsuhito, stopped only by Ten-chan’s quiet head shake. She did as she was told.
--
Tenchi gawked at the improvised six-inch stilettos on grandpa’s feet.
“A true martial artist moves with grace and balance no matter what their circumstances.” His bamboo heels clicked across the cobblestones as he effortlessly demonstrated a variety of poses and stances, bokken carving clean lines across the nine lines of attack. “My granddaughter is no exception. Are you prepared?”
Tenchi tightened her grip on her bokken, which she had relied on for balance on the stairs to the shrine. She squared her jaw, eyes shining with determination.
“Hai!”
Katsuhito’s grin had a slyness reserved for foxes and senseis. Ten-chan proved a quick study; by lunch she had discarded her walking stick to run nimble laps around the shrine’s courtyard. As the shadows stretched, she retrained basic sword kata. When evening fell, she hopped unsteadily across a matrix of short poles, falling only three times and getting bruised just once. All the while Katsuhito gestured, offering words of encouragement and subtle correction as if it were any other day he passed on his skills.
--
Tenchi collapsed on the sofa, calves screaming in agony, soles blistered and red. Ryoko curled her head into her lap, offering quiet praise in the way that now sent butterflies fluttering in Tenchi’s stomach. If sometimes her fingertips strayed beyond polite boundaries, Tenchi gave no indication. Ayeka alighted delicately from the stairs on her way to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Tenchi offered a weak wave. “Hi.”
Ayeka gave a small hmph and walked past Tenchi, studiously ignoring her with her icy glare. When she returned, she stalked by with her breath held as if the air around the whole couch was contaminated.
Ryoko’s head shifted as Tenchi fumed, the muscles all through her body trembling with a nauseating cocktail of anger and misery. Ryoko reached up to cup her jaw, and she leaned into the touch, eyelids sliding shut.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“You’re not the golden one anymore. Welcome to my world, sweetheart.”
--
Wearily, Tenchi staggered towards the bathroom, flesh sheepishly hidden in a bathrobe. Her dad was kicking back for a quiet night of TV and she missed the casual comfort of being able to walk the common areas of the house shirtless. Every choice had its tradeoffs. As she mused on the delicate nature of things, she cracked the bathroom door. Instead of the simple tub and sink, it opened on a tropical paradise of palms and hot springs. Unbelieving, she closed the door and reopened it. It was still there. Her manic, cackling laugh brought Nobuyuki running.
“Tenchi-chan, what’s wrong?”
“Look!” She demonstrated the bathroom’s seal of approval.
“Well that’s good, isn’t it?” His voice was quizzical.
“Good? It’s great! But I just realized all of my soap and stuff is in the old bathroom.”
“You know,” Nobuyuki said, putting his arm around his daughter’s shoulders, “I’d be glad to get your stuff out of the boys’ room. Of course, you know the saying, I wash your back, you…”
Tenchi swallowed a bit of vomit creeping up her throat.
“Dad, think very carefully about what you’re saying.”
Nobuyuki pulled his hands away from Tenchi like they’d been burned, holding them defensively in the air.
“Whoah, whoah, what do you take me for? I was just going to ask if you could maybe leave the door cracked, like, if the other girls are in there.”
Tenchi covered her face with her palm. Well, at least it was the normal level of creepy.
Sasami’s voice beckoned from inside.
“Tenchi, is that you?”
“Damnit kid, did you leave the door open?” Ryoko phased out of the water and flew to close the door, water shedding gracefully off the naked form she took no effort to cover.
Nobuyuki’s mouth watered. This must be what heaven looked like. He sat stock still, praying nobody took notice of him.
“Sorry about that gentlem-“ she cleared her throat, “you two. Girl must have left it cracked.
Tenchi grinned, shaking her head. She couldn’t trust words. She closed the door and snapped it open.
Ryoko stared blankly between Tenchi’s hand and the door handle for a moment before her eyes lit up in clarity.
“Well come on in, sister! This calls for a celebration!”
Thus declared, she grabbed Tenchi’s hand and hauled her inside. The last thing Nobuyuki saw before the door slid shut was Ryoko’s pert backside wiggling as she handed Ten-chan a cup of sake from a floating set laid out on the water. The inveterate pervert sniffed back a tear. His daughter was such a hit with the ladies! Wouldn’t be long before he had to pry those two apart in mixed company.
--
Tenchi sank into the water, a towel pillowing her neck against the stone outline of the tub. Taking Ryoko up on the sake had been a fine idea. Illegal, probably, but fine. Keeping it away from Mihoshi had almost become a game. Sasami stood up and Tenchi immediately covered her eyes.
“Gaah! What are you doing?”
The girl tittered.
“What are you doing, silly? You’re a girl, right?”
The perfection of the logic defeated even her prudishness, and she let her hands slowly slide off her face as Ryoko tossed back a cup of sake and enjoyed a fine laugh at her expense.
“Cover up, Sasami, before Auntie Ten-chan faints!”
The pleasant mood turned frosty as Ayeka entered the bath. Seeing Tenchi, she nearly left. But her pride prickled- what royal abandoned her ablutions for so lowly an interruption? She chose the furthest edge of the pool to bathe in. Ryoko’s mind was evil as ever.
“Mihoshi, what do you think the best thing is about Tenchi coming over to our team?”
“Oh wow, Ryoko I really can’t say, it all seems amazing to me. But think of all the fun we can have with him- sorry, sorry, her- now! Girls’ nights out at karaoke, all the free drinks you can want at the bars, ooh ooh the fashion!”
Ryoko nodded sagely.
“Granted, those are some pretty strong points. Me personally? I think it’s just great how helpful Washu is being to get our little Tenchi in the best shape of her life. Don’t you think so, Ten-chan darling? It must be pretty interesting having your body molded just the way you like it.”
Tenchi squirmed. “When you put it like that it sounds kind of…”
“Kinky?” Ryoko lapped a tongue up her ear, and Tenchi shuddered as she repressed a moan.
“That’s one way of putting it.”
Ayeka snarled.
“Oh, please. It can’t be all that pleasant. Surely there is some shortcoming to your… experiment.”
Ryoko watched, ready to see if this would be Tenchi’s first cat fight. But then, this was Tenchi. Instead the new girl nodded, considering the issue seriously. These were the first words Ayeka had said to her since she came out- thus, the first chance to mend bridges.
“Well, Tenchi-nee-chan?” Sasami pleaded.
Tenchi rubbed her chin absentmindedly as if stroking a beard. “Well. I shaved my legs when we started this, but it looks like I’ll have to do it again.”
“And?” Ryoko prompted.
“And… everyone knows women have smooth legs, right? I’m going to have to ask Washu at what point my leg hair will stop growing.”
Knowing smiles sparked between Sasami, Mihoshi, and Ryoko.
“Hey, I know that look. What’s so funny?”
Sasami lifted her leg, holding the slender limb out at Tenchi’s eye level. Despite her young age, a thin blue fuzz shone on her shins.
“You’re kidding.” Tenchi looked between the girls, the water rippling with her frantic head-swiveling.
“You… you all?”
Washu straggled into the bath, spine hunched in a defeated slouch. She stripped her stained lab wear off in robotic tugs. As her pants fell, Tenchi blanched at the thick, untouched matt of pink spreading up her legs like wild ivy. Wearily following Tenchi’s view, she shrugged.
“What? I haven’t had a date in seven hundred years, can you blame me?”
Tenchi hung her head in defeat. “Oh gimme a break…” She sank into the water and sighed, bubbles of frustration pouring out around her.
Despite herself, Ayeka chuckled.
--
The next morning, muscles still protesting from the prior day’s exercise, Tenchi limped into Washu’s lab for her next treatment.
The scientist was in a full manic mood, her floating chair rocketing around the room on some unseen propulsion.
“Goooood morning, Ten-chan! We’ll have to make it quick today. Lots to do, lots to do.”
The chair paused for a second.
“But I have to warn you, this one’s going to be big.”
“Big?” Concern crept into Tenchi’s voice. “What do you mean big?”
Washu’s fingertips poked at each other as she sought the right words.
“Well, so far the gene therapy has been mostly tweaks to your original male DNA. Altering hormone uptake, convincing your testes to secrete estrogen instead of testosterone, reallocating fat deposits and increasing collagen production in the skin. Little things. Today we strike deep into enemy territory, and start phasing out the y chromosome in non-gonadal cells.”

She sighed at Tenchi’s vacant stare.
“It’s probably easier to show you. Stand on the ‘x’.”
Tenchi looked down.
“I’m already on the-“
Blue light washed over her, leaving her blinking and rubbing her eyes.
“Washu, did you have to-“ She froze. That wasn’t her voice! Her hand flew to her throat, and she gave a shout- the sound of a stranger’s scream coming out of her mouth leaving her lightheaded and disoriented. It almost distracted her from the fact that her Adam’s apple was gone. Or going- the horrible awkward squelching under her fingertip as cartilage dissolved, broke down, and absorbed back into her bloodstream was nauseating. She spluttered and coughed, not trusting what other noises she might make. Washu put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“You might want to head back to bed, dear. You don’t look so well.”
As the mad scientist escorted her to the door, she added an afterthought.
“By the way, I got an office picked out in Tokyo. On Monday “Little Washu’s Big Changes” is open to the public. Feel like attending the grand opening?”
Tenchi nodded absently, still rubbing her neck.
“Good, good. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go. Now scram, I have clones to reassemble.”
--
“Ryoko!” Ten-chan called, voice quivering with urgency. Ryoko glided through the wall, eyes wide and forming a sword in her hand.
“Boobs!” Tenko cried, pressing her chest together. Sure enough, cupped forward between her hands were a swollen set of perky tits that very nearly filled out the bra from MiyoKiyo’s gift basket. The defensive panic slid off Ryoko’s face like a falling ice dam, melted by the tender warmth of the smile that replaced it. She’d seen Tenchi pleased before- and excited, and relieved, and proud, and content. But his stern and earnest face had never beamed the unhinged joy of Ten-chan’s sparkling eyes and guileless, toothy grin. She floated through the air to curl around Ten-chan, her tail swishing lightly as she embraced her growing girlfriend and eye-fucked her reflection in the mirror.
“Yes, dearest. Boobs.”
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