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In
the name of realism, the bounds of boy and girl have certainly become vague for
Saotome Ranma. However, these changes and oddities have no voice in the
glorious name of physics.

Inverse
Property

Mike
Toth [mike.toth@gmail.com]

A
Ranma ½ based fanfiction.

The
disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns Ranma and company. I own a set of keys.

The
notes: Just a little experiment in physics. Or is it?! IS IT?! Enjoy.

The
warning: Uh, I didn't bother to edit it since I wrote it two years ago (after
all, the AFF.net audience isn't exactly on top of the
grammar game, so who cares), but I know you'd like the sex. Perfectly awesome
lemons occur at chapters four prime, six prime and seven.

Title
17: no copying / distributing for profit or alterations. MiSTs are always welcome.

The
story!

--

Inverse
Property

Chapter
One

"Dalton
meant it when he said this"

Once taking the time to shine down upon
the streets of Nerima, the sun ducked behind a low covering of clouds,
blanketing the city in a soft, cool and comforting shadow. Fairly empty as the crisp Spring day neared
the mid-afternoon, the sidewalks were burdened with only a few older residents,
the unemployed, the late-lunchers and just a few bike
riders, dotting all over the town. A
gust of wind swept by, picking up season-dead leaves from a fall long since
past. It had been a nice autumn and
consequently, a nice winter. The snow
had fallen by the tons, blanketing Nerima for many days in a glorious whitescape.
Christmas had marked just another time spent between families, New Years
Day preparing another set of trials for a few certain individuals to face.
Akane, at least, liked the present Ranma had given her. In that subtle breeze, four or five leaves
swirled high above the city-line to mingle with a flock of birds that was
plummeting to the street like a gang of dive-bombers. They swooped back up together, headed off to
the coastline. The leaves dropped back
down when the breeze halted, the miasma above
puttering away as the winds took to higher altitudes, the sun peeking back out
from behind the white billows. Under
this clearing deep blue sky, a lone leaf separated from its companions and
whirled down to land in a street-adjacent waterway. Skimming across the surface with enough
momentum to slide out from the shadow of a nearby bridge, it finally slowed to
a stop as another bike rolled by. It
skipped over a bubble of air, then over a few more as a stream of air-pockets followed
in quick succession. The leaf was shoved
aside, as though to make for the grand and excellent entrance of a flurry of
red hair.

Saotome Ranma surfaced, gasping and
wheezing for breath after she coughed up a few leaves and a gallon of
water. A few sticks followed, too. When she was sure that she hadn't in fact
drowned, she heaved a heavy sigh and picked at her waterlogged ear. With a sour look she slowly maneuvered to the
slope, dragged down by the water-retaining properties of her Chinese
attire. Ranma stuck out her tongue at
how baggy her pants had suddenly become, fearing they'd fall right off
her. Finally making it up and over the
fence, she bitterly wrung out her garments in a grave and dour manner, looking
around to make sure no one saw. Finding
no other recourse, she opted to shake herself dry -- grimacing painfully,
however, as unwanted strain was put on her unbound breasts.

"Damnit, Akane," she muttered,
slowly trailing her tired feet as she made her way back to the Tendo Dojo. "I should start carrying around
emergency bras."

--

"Welcome home!" Kasumi greeted
brightly as Ranma irritably slid the door to the side, stepping up into the
house while mumbling a silent death. She
barely managed to murmur a 'hello' to the kitchen-goddess when the older sister
stepped out to see what had arrived.
Regardless, Kasumi offered a sympathetic smile, lightly touching Ranma
on her damp shoulder to halt her.

"Shoes."

Ranma sighed, stepped back and slid off
her slippers with a disgruntled slosh.
She stepped back up into the house as Kasumi nodded, patting Ranma on
her head. "Sorry -- tough
day."

"I understand, Ranma-kun. Akane-chan got you again, didn't she?"

Ranma sighed with a labored nod. Considering
that all the water her clothing had taken on could flood a small country, the
evidence was obvious. Wiping her hand on
her apron after getting some rather slimy liquid on her, the eldest looked down
as Ranma spoke up. "She went on a
total spree, today," she muttered rather sadly, an agitated slope in her
brow.

"Well," the taller housemate
replied softly, "don't go anywhere.
Dinner will be ready in just a bit." Ranma shrugged away, making
for the stairs.

"Not today; sorry Kasumi, but I'm
beat. I need some sleep – mind putting a
snack in the dojo around seven, though? I
think I might go for some trainin'."

"Oh," the other girl said with a
hint of disappointment. With a gentle
grin, she continued, "but sure, I'll save you some and have it ready if
you change your mind." She gave an even sweeter smile before scurrying back
off to the kitchen. Ranma managed a grin
too, however tired and worn it may have been, and began to open her shirt as
she ascended to the second floor.

"Yeah, sure," she waved her hand
back over her shoulder, suddenly clutching her top wears tight as she cast an
almost evil glare to the top of the stairs.
Akane stood there, almost triumphantly, a rather displeased scowl on her
own face. "Move it," Ranma
growled, recommencing her climb, letting her hand drop back down to her side.

"Why should I?" Akane said with
a seemingly ready-to-fight attitude.
"It's my house more than it is yours."

"So," the redhead replied
plainly, once again undoing to ties to her shirt, "I'm nothing but a
lecherous freeloader, like always, right?"

"You've got it."

It didn't faze Ranma as she continued her
slow, tolled climb. She moved as though
maneuvering through a dense fog, taking careful steps while not once disconnecting
her gaze from the bane at the top of her mount.
Not stopping once, she merely shoved Akane roughly from her path and
went on her way to her room, nary a glance wasted in looking back to sneer at
the youngest Tendo and her unfortunate fiancée.
The door shut with a hampered click as behind it, Ranma immediately lost
the topcoat and fell right to her futon, grumbles of irritation fading as she
was taken into a sleep of slightly more troublesome dreams.

Outside, Akane watched in almost pure
amazement at the lack of spirit Ranma had shown her. Scratching her head, she reasoned that maybe
today she was being a little rough, but not so much that it really deviated
from the normal routine. She huffed and
went downstairs with somewhat of a snort.
"What did I do to her? I
thought that maybe she wanted to go train in the dojo, or something." She
shrugged. "Can't
blame a girl for trying to help that idiot."

--

The day had indeed not been a very kind
one to neither Ranma's boy nor girl forms.
Akane would equally attest to having something of a bad day -- the
problem was that Ranma didn't feel like focusing the negativity into something
aggressive and thus became somewhat reclusive.
Akane, taking a different approach, was just an unfortunate addition to
Ranma's miserable mood.

Why was Ranma so miserable these last few
months? It was mainly the throes of the
average martial-artist, fiancé and teenage boy: other martial artists, fiancées
or even teenaged girls. Or, worse, all three.
And it was nothing new, which was exactly the problem. It was developing into something familiar and
almost wanted. What hurt was the fact
that he couldn't deny -- as his mind matured ever so slightly -- that something
was making his heart drop into his stomach at the contact of certain
people. That, and said certain peoples
had the tendency to foolishly not recognize his clandestine feelings.

Erroneous girls, do they not see the
slings of a poor boy's heart?

Well, that and Ranma's stomach hurt. He should start eating breakfast again.

So, let us then examine the case of
Saotome Ranma and Tendo Akane at the beginning of what others would have called
a fantastic day. Pardoning the fact that
he had woken up to the simultaneous affections of both her and his father, a
wet and sore-headed Ran-chan had not had a good jump on the day. That roof had really hurt her little skull. Later on, as the Saotome and Tendo pair left
for school, Ranma looked down to her companion with something of a snort as she
herself walked along the nearby railing.
After a conveniently placed pot of hot water was then used, he shook his
head and sighed.

He said, "Ever get the feeling that
we're in a rut?"

"Where’d that pot come from?" He
shrugged as she looked back to the area before her. "Bike."

"What? --" No more that two
seconds before he had looked up to the warning had a flurry of purple and pink
hair pass him by, a bike clipping him and sending him into the water
below. The mass of hair sailed away as
Ranma resurfaced with a gasp, clawing at her chest.

"Shampoo sorry pay back you later, promise promise!" was the
distant cry as ramen-noodle-wheels-of-death sped away, a slightly smoked trail
rising from the rail. Akane offered a satisfied grin as her groom -- or bride?
-- to-be climbed out of the water, grumbling as she
wrung out her clothes. Resuming her walk
on safer ground, she glanced over in response to a small laugh.

"Yeah," Akane managed through a
chuckle, "we're in a rut."

Ranma sighed, elbowing the girl
lightly. "Man, then I sure wish you
were more interesting -- RGH!" Her previous
decree that the sidewalk was safer ground was smashed to bits as Akane's foot
found its way to mashing Ranma's into the ground. Akane stalked off, leaving Ranma to curse and
hop around, as a few people looked her way.

"I meant it, too!!"

The soft bells of Furinkan High tolled as
Ranma raced through the main door, a slight rise of steam coming from his
soaked body. Passing a few other
latecomers, he bolted up the stairs, slipping once or twice as he raced over
the polished floors of the emptying hallways.
Down one more hall, he nearly passed his classroom as the drone of his
name circulated the room.

"Saotome Ranma?"

"I'm here!" he wheezed, moving
to his seat after taking a breather at the door. He gasped as he navigated with the slight
slop of waterlogged shoes, some snickering as he gave the appearance of having
been in the onsen too long, others groaning in disgust at the fact that a few
of their papers got nailed.

Taking his seat -- as well as a quick
disinterest in the class -- he resolved to give an indignant glance towards
Akane. She returned it with a
questioning and innocent smile.
"What? What took ya?"

"Shut up."

The rest of class passed pretty much
without event and as would the rest of the day had not a period just before
lunch taken an odd turn. It was General
Physics, probably the one Ranma disliked the most; after all, how much else
does a martial-artist need to know about physics? If you're bigger than someone, they will fall
over when you hit them. There, First Law
of Motion. Ranma knew what he had to
know. He glanced back, seeing Akane pay
her usual rapt attention.

How disgusting, his mind
murmured. He gazed further still,
watching her huff as she made an almost cute face at a mistake in her notes,
going back to scribble a correction. He
frowned, unable to look away, even as something tugged at the back of his
mind. Cute? There's no way I just put her and that word
in context. That's, like, physically
impossible.

Playing with semantics, are you?

"Saotome!" the professor roared,
tearing Ranma's eyes back to the front of the class. He swallowed, ignoring for a brief moment
that all eyes had, inversely, found their ways on him.

". . . Yes?"

"Do you want to tell me, as I've
asked for a second time, who developed the Atomic
Theory?" Ranma winced; damn! If
only he cared!

"Was he British?" The professor
sighed, some in the class snickering, a noticeable groan coming from the back
of the room. Shut up, Akane. . .

Taking his glasses off to wipe at them
before placing them back on his head, the professor tapped on the board to call
the rest of the class to order.
"They may as well all be British." Closing his eyes,
Ranma searched for even the remotest of names as a few scientific ones began to
surface. "I'm waiting."

Ranma hopped out of his seat. "Dolphin!"

The professor stared as no one in the
class was able to restrain from dying in their seats. Amongst the uproar came
the cry of "my poor, sweet Ran-chan's an idiot!!" He shrank back into
his seat as the snickering refused to die down, the professor up and leaving
after reaching into his desk for a flask of scotch. That being done, the
class then reverted to applause, the lesson done for the day and perhaps the
rest of the year. He sneered, almost, at
the joy they took in his making one little mistake.

"Big deal. Being mentally fast and being a store-box for
trivial facts are two different things."

"Sounds like you're making
excuses," Akane mumbled as she stepped up behind him, the rest of the
class breaking up into little communes as the humor died down. "You wanted Dalton, you moron."

He gave her a sour look. "Lay off, Akane, I came close enough and
I don't even study. Unlike you -- you
practically live in those books and what are you going to get out of it?"
She sighed, patting him on the shoulder.

"Alright, sorry, don't be a jerk
about it. But it might behoove you to
study more."

"But why?"
Ranma genuinely asked. "I mean, if
it's not what I'm going to do with my life, why bother taking the time to learn
it? Honestly, where do Dolphin and the
laws of Michigan come into play when you run a dojo?" Even Akane had to
resist the urge to outright laugh at him. "Martial arts
is all I want to do, don't you get it?" He sighed, placing his head
in his crossed arms, looking forward as he rested his elbows on the desk. "Naturally, you don't."

"Hey!" she snapped defensively,
swatting him in the back of the head.
"I was going to say that was kind of insightful but forget it,
now! All you do is slack off -- why even
come to school, huh?"

"Why do you?" She frowned,
taking a seat in a vacant chair.

"That's a dumb question: to get good
grades. And at least my work is paying
off."

He looked at her skeptically, cocking his
brow. "And the
dojo?"

"I. . . care
about that, too. I'm still a martial
artist just as much as you are."

He almost grinned, kicking her shin
lightly with a slightly damp foot.
"So where do you get off trying to tell me I'm wrong by wanting to
pursue my own dreams?" She looked at him wide-eyed, sitting slightly
sullenly as she looked down to the floor. She returned the light tap to his leg
as though she was running on pure instinct.

"I guess I don't. . . Sorry."

He broke out into a laugh as a patter of
footsteps came from his other side.
"You actually apologized! I
guess we're out of that rut."

She frowned deeply, retracting her feet
back, as if to ward off all contact.
"You're such a jerk, Ranma."

He returned the frown and replied, though
with the remnants of a smirk, suddenly trapped in more negative thoughts. "Well, you're a prude." She gasped,
standing immediately.

"Is that what you think?! Why don't you tell me
everything else that I do wrong?!"

He growled, standing before her, towering
a little more than he usually would for sake of sudden adrenaline burst. "Not like you wouldn't be unfamiliar
with it, you do it to me every day!"

"That's because you're always doing
something wrong!"

"Well, you two seem to be getting
along." They tore their icy gazes from each other to look at Ukyou, an
almost amused grin on her face.
"Something wrong, Ran-chan?" He snorted as the bell for lunch
rang, not even giving another glance to Akane as he made for the door.

"Troubles in paradise," Akane
mumbled as she waited, and followed after when she was sure that idiot was gone
from her sight. Because that clown is still here.

It was just a few moments later at lunch
when the real trouble kicked in. As most
of the school's residents moved along to the stores, Ranma held his usual habit
and stayed back behind the masses, figuring that anything they ever had to sell
was hardly even worth the money spent.
Walking back through the crowd-reduced hallways, he took a seat against
the wall of a now-abandoned corridor. Leaning back against the cool tile, he
sighed as he considered, for another day, as to why Akane could be such a baby
about these things. It was all in good
fun, right? It's what friends do.

Friends? Forget it, I don't
want to be friends with that.

You don't sound very convinced.

She's just. . . He sighed once more. "After all, if she doesn't like
me," he muttered, "then she can try not having anything to do with
me."

"An awfully counterproductive answer
to your question, eh Ranma-kun?" He whipped his head around to the sounds
of footsteps and the carry of such a calm voice. "After all," she mocked, "when
the problem concerns how much you two love each other, don't you think that
isolating yourselves would just add more grief?"

"What?!"
Ranma roared as he jumped to his feet.
"What kind of crazy talk is that?! I don't luh. . . " he stumbled
unwittingly, making a face, "love her!
She, she's, agh. . ." He slapped his forehead, drawing his hand down
his face. "I can't stand her, she terrorizes me for no reason."

"Oh?" Nabiki posed in a most
disbelieving voice, "not exactly the most convincing case you've got. Has it ever occurred to you that Akane does
have reason to terrorize you?"

"H. . . how
do you mean?" he asked suspiciously as he leaned back
against the wall. Nabiki gave a cute
little smirk and tucked her books back under her arm. She said nothing, simply standing there next
to him with her eyes forward. Sighing,
he dug around in his pocket and slapped a wad of yen into her suddenly awaiting
hand. "Lay it on me, Tendo."

Inspecting the pile, she shrugged,
pocketing it. "I'll get the rest
from you later." Turning to him she stood like she were about to give a
speech. "She wants the attention,
Ranma." He blinked. "I mean,
with two other rather foolish engagements, how else is she supposed to
get a scope on your feelings? I mean,
all that aside, don't you want to run the dojo?"

That sounds familiar.

"Ye-yeah--"

"Then how can Shampoo or Ukyou even
play factor, anymore?" He was silent, simply looking down to the ground.

"But, but I thought that she's always
wanted me to leave her alone! I mean,
she hates me, calls me perverted, good for nothing, -- she despises the ground
I walk on!!"

"You push her away just as
readily." She grinned, satisfied that she had
drilled some resemblance of a point home.
He looked back down momentarily, casting his gaze away in what seemed to
be some state of pondering over her words before he pulled his fist up and
punched the wall.

"No way!" he bellowed, causing
Nabiki to merely blink. "I'm after
the art, not some tomboy! It doesn't
matter if I don't like her, anyway!" Nabiki would have said something, but
instead skipped to the side as a stream of water jetted by, splashing Ranma
head on. She jumped and yelped, as
though trying to control the temperature of a berserk shower as Akane, nearby,
triumphantly dropped her bucket. Ranma
shivered and sneezed, causing unwanted stress on even more unwanted parts of
her body.

"What was that for?!" she
shrieked, causing a few curious students to filter in as lunch came to a close. Her quickly rising anger mingled with the icy
drips that came off her, small wisps of steam rising from her form1. Akane herself
was practically aflame as she booted the bucket with expert aim, sending it
firing at Ranma's head.

Akane roared, "Who said I liked
you?!" Ranma smacked the bucket away upon it closing in within a mere few
centimeters. She didn't care as it
popped up and flew towards the ceiling, arching back down to clobber a student
right on the head. It was his fault for
standing there, anyhow. Nabiki stepped
back and into the swarm as the rest of the cool liquid rose off Saotome's fiery
body.

"It weren't me!" she screamed,
"that's for damn sure!"

"Well -- well bite me!" Akane
yelled back viciously. She knew it was
somewhat of a mean thing to say and also not generally her style, but today
Ranma was shaping up to be a total ass.
Not that he was ever a nice
guy, any day, but man! Today
especially! The said redhead slowly
stepped up, murder blazing in her eyes.

"Listen up, then. I don't need this and I really don't
need you," she grumbled, pushing past and through the rest of the
crowd. Akane huffed, turning to speak
but stormed off in the other direction.

"Lousy Akane," she mumbled, the group behind her sinking away as Ranma
progressed down the hall. Of course, she
knew the dangers of staying in her girl-form, especially around the school, but
chances are that she was ready to clobber anyone willing to try anything
funny. Kuno shouldn't be too far behind
--

"Pig-tailed
girl!!"

Bingo. . .

"Pig-tailed girl, I saw your
distress! Blue Thunder will assuage all
the aches of your heart!" Turning, Saotome merely held out her fist,
awaiting the inevitable as Kuno rushed forth and crashed right into it. He fell, twitching, to the floor as Ranma
resumed her walking get-a-way with more of a smile.

"Really, sempai, you couldn't
a-sausage a blow-up doll." She had figured it would have been safer to
have knocked Kuno into the stratosphere, but was now in a somber and 'not to be
bothered' mood. Ranma especially
realized that not having done so was a bad idea when the trumpets blared, the
Sirens sang and Kuno's hands wrapped around her front to grab some particularly
soft parts of her body.

"Erk. . ."

"Please, let me avenge thy scorn!"

"I'll show you scorn!!"

Pow!

As Ranma raced for the bathroom -- her hopes
of manhood soon to be achieved -- Kuno enjoyed a nice scenic ride over Nerima's
suburbia. From the crowd, Nabiki watched
with a sigh. After said occurrence, the rest of the day tried to pass without
much more happening. It did, crawling by
slowly, another gender-bender averted for that duration. Then, dumb ol' last period rolled around, a
class that Ranma had gladly skipped. It
was something with numbers, probably -- another thing Ranma didn't need. He
could count food items; that seemed important enough. Now, he was seated right
outside, on his haunches on a post, scribbling something down as he slowly went
crazy.

"Oh, that sounds so stupid!" he
wailed, erasing a line from his half page of text. He grumbled and sighed as a cool breeze swept
by, carrying the toll of Furinkan High's 'get-out-of-school' bell. As students began to drain from the building,
he read the letter aloud to himself:

"Akane-chan--" He looked
up. "Should I use chan?" He
paused but continued. "Akane-chan,
I know that sometimes I'm a jerk, and while I don't say it often, or act like
you aren't, you're still someone. . ." He tapped his chin. "Stupid Nabiki.
. . why do I have to pay her for her to be right. . . ?" Scribbling a bit
more as students on their ways home passed him, he began anew. "Akane-chan. . .
" And again, stopped at the last bit. "Darn!
Um. . . some. . . one. . . I care about!!"
He snapped his fingers, standing up on his perch. "Bingo!"

"Ranma. . .
?" He jumped and spun in the air, landing on his feet in a wild stance as
the voice scared ten years off his life.
He looked to his inquirer and saw that Akane stood there with the
faintest of blushes, eyes remaining downcast.
He didn't speak, instead just swallowing a lump out of his throat. "Er. . . who was that for?"

He squawked a garbled mix of sounds
sounding like he got punched in the gut, backing up slightly. "It's not
what you think! It's um, for. . . for. . ." Looking around, once to the ground,
trees, Nabiki (Nabiki?), the sky, a root and finally, back to eyes that somehow
managed to stop his from roaming, his halted gaze locked with Akane as a gentle
sweat leaked from his pores. She held a
shaky hand still by her side as her eyes trembled, a somewhat anxious frown on
her face.

". . . Ucchan!"

A few students nearby slapped their
foreheads as the breeze momentarily stopped blowing and as Nabiki picked
herself up off the ground. "Idiot.
. ."

". . . Ucchan?!"
Akane's blush was quickly replaced with the glare of her battle aura as she
walloped Ranma upside the head.
"Just what is that supposed to mean?!"

"Just what you think it does!"
Ranma replied crossly as the letter dropped from his hand so that he may rub
his jaw. "What do you care, any
way?" Frowning, he turned as just a few more people stared. He'd figured that Akane had taken to a
similar motion and had, in fact, thought it a good idea to turn back and
apologize. However, as he twisted back,
she merely walked by, dumping a thermos of cold water over what was once a
black head of hair.

"Damnit, not again!" she cried,
taking cover as cubes of ice rolled down her back. "YYAHHH!!"
She jumped around for a few moments before going into pursuit. "Akane, wait!" The target did not
turn as she made her way by the water thoroughfares. One could possibly speculate that Akane was
the reason that Saotome had ended up in the water, but for this case, it was a
very ill-placed stone.

Not even given the time to cry out, Ranma
tripped headlong over the rock and into a very wet state of irritability. Akane then whirled around and sighed, looking
to the ripples made. "Idiot."
As she walked off, Nabiki picked up the note, slid it into her books and went
along on her way.

--

The redhead shifted in her sleep, burning
eyes opening to the red glare of an alarm clock. Turning over to 7:01, it seemed
indifferent to Ranma's implacability.
Most of the residents would be down in the family room, she was sure,
which she figured was all the better, anyhow.
"Drat. . . now I can't sleep," she
mewled, bringing her fist down to hit the floor. She did it a littler harder than intended,
but otherwise gave no indication that it had hurt.

"Blech,"
she murmured, "I've been a girl for far too long." Stretching where
she lay, she turned onto her stomach and crawled to her feet. Glancing over, she saw her jacket slowly
drying in the corner. She slid her door
open, moving to the bathroom and moments later, emerged with a satisfied grin
on his face.

Making his way back down the hall, picking
at his now completely dry pants but slightly damp shirt, he let his eyes wander
across the doors. Kasumi's and Nabiki's
were both shut tight, but an odd crack of light slid from Akane's slightly ajar
door. Ranma realized how intrusive his
next actions would be; after all, Akane could just be in there changing. She, however, did not often leave her door
open for anything. Steeling himself up
for another splash of water, as after years of the experience he had come to
expect, he gently pushed the door open with a soft creak. Peeking in, his eyes warily pulled across the
room from an unmade bed, open window and to knick-knacks knocked all over an
open dresser.

"Wait a second," he mumbled,
stepping in as a cold draft poured in from outside, "she always makes her
bed. And why is the window open?"
Unaware, he moved to the dresser to set the knick-knacks back up and was
suddenly not surprised to find the room in disarray. "Oh," he murmured, pushing a lace
bra back in, "Happosai was doin' his rounds." He shook his head and
went over to close the window. "May as well spare her the aneurysm." After
latching the window, he brought his hands down, spreading them along the bed
before he made it.

Wow, what smelled so good and feminine?

Dutifully, he worked his way around the room,
straightening things strewn across the floor before moving back to the
dresser. "Dirty ol' man. . ."
he growled as he pushed the top drawer closed.
"Talk about a lack of tact." He would have done so with the
second dresser drawer had not its contents stopped him cold.

"Sweaters. .
. ?" he trailed, reaching down to pick up a few handfuls of the thick
shirts. "Why in the world would
Happosai want sweaters?" He dropped them back in and picked up a coil,
curious that it was so unprofessionally folded.
As he hefted it higher it unrolled, a weight quickly removed from the
item. He glanced down and dropped the
sweater as a certain shock locked up his system, his brain ready to fry at any
moment. Face red, yet threatening a pallor, he shoved the sweater aside and lifted a rod from
beneath it. He turned it over in
spellbound hands, running a finger over the nub at the shaft's ivory base. The reasons Akane would have one of these, he
did not know. He dropped it back in the
drawer, staring at it. It was smaller
than he was, that's for sure. Then
again, maybe it demanded a closer comparison--

NO WAY! his horrified mind
screamed. Considering where that
thing's been?!

Maybe that's why you want it.

Shut up. That's so gross. He made a face as he slammed the drawer shut,
his faint blush reluctant to leave his face.
He stared at the wood and nearly straight through to the thing he could
almost hear vibrating inside. He didn't
know why he did it, but the somewhat less-than-subtle rise in his pants dictated
him to pull it back out, run to the bathroom and then back into his own
quarters.

As he slid the door closed behind him, he
looked to the two items in his hands with questioning and skeptical
glances. He set the glass of cold water
down first, staring at the white phallus-like doowhackey. "What am I doing.
. . ?" He shook a bit as his curiosity was getting the better of him,
feeling as though his female side was threatening to change even without the prompt
of water. Shutting his eyes as he threw
caution to the wind, he sighed a bit and reached for the cup. After all, the thought of a girl doing that
kind of thing excited him -- even if the girl was he. Or, say, if it were Akane. He walked over to
his futon and took a deep breath before dousing himself with the water. Immediately he fell to her knees, weak all
over as a surge fired from her crotch, to her stomach and straight up her
spinal column to demolish her brain.

"Ahh,"
she sighed, falling to her back.
"Wow. . ." She wasn’t really surprised that it had hit her as
fast as it had. She could best figure that the arousal she’d felt in her boy
form carried over to leave her in a creamy mist of hazy vision. Of course, she
didn’t really care about the technical specs right now as she looked at what
she held in her hand. Already she felt the natural flows of a woman, a hot
flush rushing up to her face as, for a moment, reason vied for precedence in
her mind. For a first time with a toy,
it was hard to weigh what she knew against what she had the intuition for. Oh,
Ranma wouldn’t kid herself, she knew what she had done a few times –- what
would any boy do, given that chance?

She shifted a bit, her wares becoming
increasingly stuffy as she tried to rationalize what she felt stirring deep
within. Anything else she knew came from what she’d seen on the screen. Her
best bet, she figured, was that the ideas of ‘deep penetration’, no matter how
seemingly appealing they might have been to her ignorant mind, were not in her
best interest.

She may have the mind of a boy, but she (or
he, I suppose) is not an idiot.

With a final sigh she submitted to the
Earthly desires of her rather liberated mindset –- after all, she was still a
guy somewhere in there, and all other thoughts were immediately erased as she
only concentrated on what was in her hand and also on the indulgence to get out
of her underwear. She pulled herself
back up and shed both pants and boxers, lying back with her knees pointed out. Instinctively, she trailed the now active
stimulator down her front and with a tiny cry preceding it, placed it on her
thigh, letting it come up meet slowly with a damper place.

"Nnggg!" Ranma clamped her teeth tight, crying
out again as a stroking motion fell into quick play. The edge dipped inward a
few times, causing wild jots to rocket through her system. As the buzz caught
up with more sensitive and hidden parts of her anatomy, she flat out screamed,
loud and husky before slapping a hand over her mouth and squeezing her eyes so
tight that tears sprung from the sides.
Convinced that she could keep it to a whimper, she trailed her hand
down, groped viciously at her now very sensitive chest, and pushed it a little
deeper, easing her self into it as minute after minute after half-hour
passed. Barely a thing could pull Ranma
from her nirvana as her experiment in womanhood was proving to be most
beneficial -- that is, of course, until what could stop her opened the door
some few minutes later.

--

Before seeing the fright of her life, dear
Akane-chan was helping Kasumi clean up the kitchen so that tomorrow morning's
breakfast could be prepared in splendor.
That, and to avoid bugs. She was in the process of quietly drying the
plates passed her way, thinking to herself about what a jerk Ranma was. Nabiki was so wrong,
she didn't want attention from the guy.

Really. . .

Yeah, really. At least that didn't sound right. After all, Ranma was an idiot, mean, handsome
and insensitive. She looked up. "Handsome?"

"Did you say something, Akane-chan?"

Blushing a bit, Akane quickly returned to
her task. "No, nothing, onee-chan," she murmured. "Really."
Before Kasumi could smile in response, they heard a mute cry come from the
second floor. While it certainly
didn't sound distressed, it did its job in worrying Kasumi.

"Akane-chan, could you go check on
Ranma-kun? I think she's sleeping;
perhaps she's having a nightmare." From the living room, Nabiki burst out
laughing. Kasumi gave it a confused
glance but quickly dismissed it. Akane
tugged off her apron, grabbed a glass and filled it with warm water. This will wake up that idiot. . .

"What's that moron done now?"
Silently she padded by the living area, bearing witness to Nabiki's deep blush
and inability to control her giggling.
Soun and Genma had already escaped to play shougi. Shrugging, Akane climbed the steps, getting a little worried at the sounds of more
erratic breathing and the dull cries of what she could now tell was the
redhead. Suddenly, Ranma screamed out,
calling the youngest Tendo girl's name to the high heavens.

"Ranma?!"
She broke into a run for the remaining distance, nearly dropping her glass in
her mad haste. It was trouble, had to
be! "Don't worry, Ranma! I'm coming!!"

"Ugh!
Me too!!"

Hand frozen on the door for just a moment,
Akane tore it to the side when she realized that the implications in the
phrasing, the buzzing, the squeaks and the moans could only lead to one thing.

"Nyaahh!!--"

"AAAAAHH!! PERVERT!!"
Not even wasting a moment to stare in horror at what of hers was in the other
what of the other hers; she brought her hand, glass, and splash of water
down. Prepared to yell like no end as a
furry of feet came up the stairs, she suddenly went stark white at the sight of
the thing that remained there, the hand that remained there, and
of the sweaty mass of a panting, tired and red-headed girl still present
before her eyes.

Ranma, too stunned to even move, just
squeaked as the vibrations finished the job, allowing her to lurch back with a
sigh as she marveled at the feeling that slowly left her in a cold sweat.
Taking deep breaths, she innocently rolled her eyes back and met Akane's more
than astonished gaze. Neither spoke as a
whisper of wind slowly crept by.

"AAAAAHH!!"

Akane slammed the door to the side and
leaned against it, breathing heavily into her hand. As she silently shooed the rest of the family
back down the stairs from her still-scared position, she pondered as to what
frightened her more: seeing Ranma do that or the fact that Ranma
still had the ability to do that said activity.
Sure that the family had retreated, she called back over her shoulder
with a hiss. "Are you
decent?!"

"Hah. . . yeah.
. ."

Running back down to the bathroom, Akane
grabbed herself another glass of scalding hot water, hoping, nay, praying
that what she had used previously may not have been warm enough. Jogging back to the room of Satan, another
stream of prayer blared in her mind. The
door was torn open and Akane dumped the steaming cup's contents on the still
dazed and barely sitting, barely all-the-way dressed girl. She flinched for just a moment as the water
washed over her, screaming a shrill blast as she hopped to her feet, her pants
almost slipping off her.

Akane hadn’t hallucinated. Reaching forward, she grabbed Ranma's hot
shoulders, ignoring what the fatigued girl still held, and stopped her from bouncing
around. "R-Ranma. . ."

Slowing, Ranma dropped it from her hand,
still active as it danced across the floor.
"I. . ." Glancing down, she realized just how wide her hips
were, how thin her waist was and how large -- and sore -- her chest still
was. The height that Akane now had over
her being added to that, being a girl suddenly felt very, very real. Ranma fainted, dropping straight to the
floor.

Coming around a short time later, Ranma
groaned and instantly raised a hand to his head. He was positive in only one of
two things. One, his dreams were getting
way too creepy and that it was time for another out-of-country training voyage
or two, he was still a girl when all logic suggested that he should be a
boy. Naturally, he figured he had better
get packed up for his voyage. Now, what
to do about that massive weight crushing his chest. . .

"Uh. . .
?" She stirred as the bright lights above came down and battered against
her eyes intrusively, five shadowy figures hovering around. She sat up quickly, regretting the action as
soon as pain shot up her spine and shattered her skull. "Ooh man," she slurred, feeling
coaxed back down by one of the shadows.

"Don't sit up," a gentle voice
soothed. Ranma, however, insisted on
pushing Kasumi back a bit. She could
just barely make out the worry on her face and would have inquired about the
whole thing had not her hands had to quickly reach down and grasp the bedcover
that almost fell from her bare chest.
Satisfied that no one would get a free show and as the noise cleared
from her fuzzy mind, Ranma bellowed:

"Hey!
What's going on?!" She leaned back as
Genma pushed in, shoving his grave face into hers.

"Tell me, Ranma; are you a boy or are
you a girl?"

"I'm a boy, you freak!" she
yelled, huffing as she looked back down at herself.

Soun and Saotome sat back with sighs of
relief, Genma clenching his fist.
"No fears, Tendo-kun, my boy hasn't lost his memory again."

Soun sniffed, wiping back a few
tears. "It is true! I didn't want to have to bash his head in
again. The Tendo Dojo will still succeed
and triumph!" Soun patted Genma on the back as they both shared a laugh, a
panda taking place once Ranma splashed him with the cold water that was in her
ice bag. The panda was not fazed,
holding up a sign reading:

‘No need to be bitter, girly.’

"Girly?!"
Ranma yelled, rubbing her head.
"There won't be a Tendo Dojo if you don't tell me what the hell's
goin’ on!" She looked down once more.
"And why am I naked?!" Observing as Genma-panda and Soun both
slowly looked away, Ranma balled her fist, curling the sheets in her
fingers. "Old man. . ."

"Don't worry, Ran-chan," Akane
said quietly, "they didn't see anything.
I made them leave."

"And you're naked because we hit you
with so much water that you could see through the items anyway," Nabiki
added.

"That's right," Kasumi
continued, resting a hand on Ranma's forehead.
"Unfortunately, no matter how hot the water, we can't seem to
change you back!" She said it so straight-laced that Ranma couldn't help
but be confused.

"She means,
my boy," Saotome struggled, "is that we can't change your form back
to, uh, 'boy.'"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" she
shrieked, fire blazing in her eyes. "Why not?!"

"I can hazard a guess," Nabiki
quickly confessed, leaning back against the wall as the others struggled to
find answers in what little they knew.
They all looked her way as Ranma's heart sank; information Nabiki had
usually left her feeling some sort of pain.
"I'm not sure you want to hear it, though." Ranma was now
positive.

"What is it?" Akane asked,
leaning forward on her hands. "Tell
us!"

"It pivots mostly on what Ranma was
doing. . . " She glanced at her watch with a
sigh, "and honestly Ranma-kun, so early?" Most of the family just
submitted to blushing, Kasumi covering her mouth and Genma suppressing a laugh
as Ranma buried her face into her hands.
"And with Akane's equipment to boot."
Akane followed suit as all eyes found startled way onto her.

"My little girl," Soun silently
cried.

Kasumi just covered her own ears, humming
to herself.

Akane sighed, steeling herself up to look
at Nabiki. "Well, go on. . ."

She smiled, tapping her forehead. "Just a little something I remember from
my physics class. I must confess that
I've actually thought of this before because, let’s face it, Ranma-kun's perverted enough to do what he did--"

"I wasn't bein' no pervert!" she
wailed, glaring at Nabiki. "I was just. . . confused. . ."

"Anyhow," Nabiki went on,
"something at one point made me wonder what would happen if the gender
change were initiated while something occupied the said space. As Dalton said--"

"Atoms cannot be co-spatial!"
Akane suddenly blurted. "Thus,
matter can't share the same space!" she said excitedly.

"Bingo," Nabiki pointed. "So, as Ranma was doing that, how could
he change if that part was occupied?
Matter could not take its place because matter was already there."
She shook her head. "What do you think we would have done if poor Ran-chan
had gotten pregnant?"

"Onee-chan!" Akane yelped, chastising her with a
finger. "This is no time for
jokes."

Ranma sat dumbstruck. "This. . ."

Nabiki stood, pulling Kasumi to her feet
as she entered the second verse of "Battle Hymn of the
Republic." "Let's go,
Kasumi-chan, Ranma's going explode." Akane looked over, scooting up next
to Ranma as she just flinched, twitching a bit as the sheet fell from her. Soun and Genma looked away as the younger Saotome
just stared forward, pupils decreasing in size by the second.

". . . This. . ."

Akane rooted around in a drawer and pulled
out a gi, draping the jacket over Ranma's shoulders as she turned to look at
Akane's worried face. "Ranma, I'm
here for you, don't worry--" Ranma hopped to her feet, pulling the bottoms
from Akane's startled hands.

"THIS IS ALL
YOUR FAULT!!" Immediately she hopped into them, tied the gi
tight and was out the door. They
listened as the door shut down on the first floor, a reign of terror escaping
out into Japan. Stunned, Akane just stood as Nabiki re-entered the room with no
look of surprise on her face. She
reached into her shirt, pulling out a letter as the other Tendo girl just
gapped. She shook a little, clenching
her teeth as she started after her.

"That. . .
that. . . that ass!" she screamed, stopped only by the wave of paper. Nabiki dropped it in her hands, patting her
on the back. "What's this?"

Nabiki snorted, looking out the door. "Ranma-kun's letter.
It wasn't for Ukyou, that much is for sure. It was for you." Akane gasped, pulling
the note up to read a few times over.
"He's just too much of a coward, if you ask me. That one that just left, on the other hand,
she's sweet, in a way. You should really
consider trying to keep her like that. Too bad you had to go and mess with the
laws of physics, eh, Akane-chan?" She chuckled as a few mines went off in
Akane's mind. It was for her? He, Ranma, cared about her at all? He, now she, had feelings to be released?
"I bet if you hadn't splashed her, you two could be living happily ever
after right now."

Akane ripped the note into many halves,
steam shooting from her ears as she rooted through her drawer again. "That idiot!!"

--

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