Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Ranma 1/2: How the Other Half Feels ❯ Ranma 1/2: How the Other Half Feels -- part one ( Chapter 1 )

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RANMA ½: How The Other Half Feels
By Cynthia Mary and Aaron (Please send email to both of us)

It started an afternoon like every Friday afternoon in the Tendo house. All the things seemed to
be natural, in their particular way of nature. It is not natural to see a Giant Panda in the living
room watching TV, exactly, a sentai Special Forces TV show. Of course, it is not natural,
unless you are part of the Tendo family or you're used to see pandas watching TV in your living
room.

Nobody else was in the house at that exact moment of the day. Akane and her sisters had gone
shopping to the market with their father Soun. Genma was alone in the house. In the dojo
behind the house his son, Ranma was practicing martial arts. Ranma was a handsome black
haired boy with glittering dark blue eyes who was an excellent martial artist. He had been
practicing different kempo disciplines since the tender age of three. His father had been his
teacher until now, when Ranma finally seemed to be better than his own sensei.

The dojo was a large room with wooden floor, especially designed for the practice of martial
arts. The walls were thicker, same as the doors of the room. Inside the dojo, Ranma was
training his martial skills as usual. He didn't care for much besides karate, tae kwon do, judo,
aikido, kempo and all the different Asian martial arts. He didn't care for much else, least of all,
his own father. Despite his father's constant claims to the contrary, Ranma would argue that in
a lot of ways, Genma cared more for himself than he did for Ranma. In fact it was because of
that selfishness that Ranma could honestly say in a lot of ways, Genma Saotome had ruined his
life.

Ranma had many secrets. Some of them ignored even by Ranma himself. He didn't know much
about himself. There were a lot of things that he had to learn yet. He maybe was a professional
martial artist, but he still lacked of the knowledge about life. He was too young, and somehow,
his behavior was still too childish for a person of his age, sixteen years old. That immaturity
usually caused him all kinds of trouble. In a way, he blamed his father for that piece of
knowledge being stripped from him. Aside from a brief period where he attended an all-boys'
school as a child, and where he met his best friend/greatest rival Ryoga Hibiki, his only outlet to
the social graces had been his father, and Genma Saotome was ANYTHING but a stable role
model for the boy. His own selfishness brought them no end of trouble, and often left Ranma
standing alone to clean up the mess.

One of Ranma's biggest secrets was the fact of his accident in the cursed springs of Juusenkyo
in China. Every time that someone poured cold water over his body, it would change to the
appearance of a young, beautiful red headed girl. This was his deepest secret. Although his
female form had aided him well in the past, it was something he was truly ashamed of. And
again, it was the fault of his father. Genma took him to Juusenkyo, completely unaware of the
curses that resided among its many springs. Whosoever would fall into one of the springs,
would take the form of whatever creature had drowned there last. Unfortunately, Genma, in his
infinite incompetence, bought a Chinese map of various training grounds, without knowing a
single word of Chinese. Essentially, this left both father and son flying blind.

But it was a lesson learned too late as Ranma had already dumped his father into one of the
springs. That spring was later revealed to be the Spring of Drowned Panda, and where his
father had once been a giant panda was now fighting in his stead. What happened next was an
event that would seem to haunt him for the rest of his life. Genma used that transformation to
fight. That, combined with Ranma's initial shock, sent him flying into what was later found out
to be the Spring of Drowned Girl.

So they were both stuck this way. A boy and his father, both cursed to transform into a girl and
panda whenever they were splashed with cold water. A transformation that could only be
reversed when they were splashed with warm or hot water. Looking back on it, Ranma
sometimes wondered if it wasn't Genma who got the better deal of that little fiasco. Genma was
quick to always try and use his panda form to his advantage. While Ranma was no stranger to
using his female form to get his way as well, at least Genma didn't have to worry about changing
gender.

As if that wasn't enough, Ranma suddenly found himself being dragged into an arranged
marriage with one of the daughters of a family he'd never even known before. The Tendo
family. Father, Soun and daughters, Kasumi, Nabiki and Akane. Ranma would be the heir of
Tendo's dojo and Genma would live in the house for the rest of his panda life. It was a deal
between two old good friends…

Akane was a beautiful karateka. She had short dark blue hair and glittering brown eyes. Her
body was athletic and slender, since she practiced martial arts as well as Ranma. They had that
in common, their love for martial arts, and that was the reason why their parents had decided to
make them marry each other. Actually, older sisters Kasumi and Nabiki helped make the
decision as well, because Akane's apprehension around men, as well as her tomboyish attitude,
told them that if Ranma was a girl half the time anyway, that might make things easier, right?

Wrong. They both fought so adamantly to avoid the marriage. Never before had two people
tried so hard to "not like" each other. Never mind the fact that neither one could stand not
having some say in who they would ultimately marry, but they couldn't stay in a room for more
than five minutes without starting some kind of a war. It was probably inevitable since in a lot of
ways, Akane was just as socially inept as Ranma himself. Whatever the subject, whatever the
situation, the two of them always managed to turn it into an argument. Even when it looked like
they might finally start to get it together, it was only a matter of time before one of them did or
said something to screw it all up, ending in yelling, screaming, name calling, and the occasional
fist and kick fight.

Still, despite the fact that things usually fell apart between them more than they held, Ranma
couldn't deny this…something. He couldn't describe it. They both worshipped martial arts. If
nothing else, they had that in common. In a lot of ways, it was all either of them knew. But it
was more than that. There was a connection of some kind. Something that Ranma just couldn't
explain, but it was there nonetheless. Sometimes when he looked at her, and she would look
back at him, he had to wonder if sometimes, just sometimes, she could feel that same
connection. It was the strangest thing. How could two people who could barely stand the sight
of each other be so inseparable? It wasn't…no…impossible. How could it be? Not…love?

Ranma immediately shook these thoughts from his mind, immediately remembering where he
was and what he was doing. He wasn't there to mourn his past or wonder about what he may
or may not feel. He was here to focus. To train. In a lot of ways, this room was where he felt
the most free. Free from distractions and annoyances. Where he could just be who he was,
deep down.

"Hyaaa!!" shouted Ranma, as his right hand hit the pile of concrete blocks in the floor. They all
broke into pieces. He was, for sure, one of Japan's strongest men, maybe one of the strongest
from the entire world.

Before long, the training was over and after cleaning the debris off the dojo floor. he wanted to
go take a bath, eat some food and just go to sleep. He was tired after several hours of
exercises. His body was sweaty, he felt hot and heavy. Ranma took his slippers and walked out
of the dojo and entered in the house. He passed by the living room and found Genma, still
flopped on the floor like a stuffed toy, watching the television. No one else seemed to be
around.

"Yo, Pop. Anyone else around? Where IS everybody?" Ranma asked, his voice a little raspy
from his workout.

Genma, being in his panda form, couldn't speak, so he took out of nowhere a sign full of
Japanese symbols saying: "They went out to buy some food for the dinner tonight." Ranma
looked at the sign and exited the room.

I guess that means there's no food in the house, so eating's not an option right now, he thought
to himself. OK, I'll take a bath then, so I'll be ready when they come back.

He climbed the stairs to the second floor, entered into his room, and proceeded to undress. He
took off his red shirt, slowly unfastening each one of the yellow knots that secured it. He left it
fall on the floor at his side as he rubbed his shoulders.

Boy, I'm so tired, he thought to himself.

He looked for a towel and putted it over his shoulders. His fingers went to his stomach, and
after he undid the knot of his black belt, he pulled off his black baggy pants. He kicked away his
black shoes and white socks, then pulling down his athletic briefs. Once he was completely
naked, he covered his manhood with the towel and walked to the bathroom.

He opened the door and stepped in. He closed it and hung the towel on a tiny hook of the wall,
at the side of a large bathtub. Ranma turned on the hot water faucet and waited until the tub was
full of water.

This is going to be a relaxing bath, he though for a moment. Then, without thinking it twice, he
jumped into the bathtub…

"Oh damn it!!" he heard a feminine, yet still boyish voice yell when he realized that something
was going on… the water was cold and now he had transformed into his feminine form!

"I guess the heater is broken again… shit…" she whispered and started to shiver. The cold
water was freezing. Now, as per the curse, the boy's body had been replaced with the body of
the young maiden who died centuries ago in the spring of Juusenkyo when she drowned in one
of the small ponds.

"Oh well, seems I will have to take a cold bath anyway…" she said, obviously angry after that
surprise. "OK, gotta move if I don't want to freeze like an ice-cream…"

She took the soap and started to rub it between her tiny girlish hands until she got a huge
amount of foam. She started to rub it along her back with the help of a brush. It felt refreshing
and relaxing.

Well, cold water is not that bad anyway, she though for a moment. She started to sing a little
song from her own that came up to her mind in that moment.

"La la la…
Bad luck is not that bad
As long as you keep alive.
Bad luck is not that bad
When you think about things twice…
La ra la la…
Bad luck is not that bad
When you think about things twice
And try to live your life right…
And try to live your life right…
La ra la-la la…"

She paused for a moment. Was she…singing? She'd always considered it sissy. Ranma had
never been much for singing. And DEFINITELY not with such obviously corny lyrics. But it
was probably the only thing she could think of to keep her mind off her body shivering, her
muscles tensing, the goosebumps peppering her creamy skin, all in response to the cold water.
And she kept singing for a while, with her eyes closed, trying not to concentrate on the cold
sensation of the cold water on her body.

"Brrrr…" she shivered. Still, although she was freezing, she tried to feel relaxed. "Oh well, it's
not that bad. I think it's good for my body, especially for my circulatory system and my
muscles…" she lectured herself while she opened her eyes and…

"What's this?!" she said, looking at her now swollen tits. The cold water had a different reaction
on her female body and she didn't know it. The little tips of her breasts had turned rock hard,
increasing their size until they looked almost twice bigger than the usual size. She was surprised
and was unsure about what to do. So then, she didn't do anything. She left them as they were
and continued with her bath. Her mindset suddenly turned more serious as she stopped singing
and rinsed her back with some water to clean off from the soap. Then, without any apparent
reason, she noticed a heat between her legs…

"Aw shit, what's the heck going on with me?" she said looking down.

She felt the heat coming from her pubis, and didn't dare to do anything as well. She thought to
touch, but she just didn't dare, so she just tried her best not to think about it. She just walked
out of the tub and started to dry her body with the white towel. She rubbed her back with it and
started to rub her legs from down to up, until he reached her thighs…

Oh-oh… I have to dry myself there as well, she thought, but her present reactions to the cold
water worried her. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and with her right hand, she quickly
rubbed the towel over her sex.

"OK, it's over", she said and sighed.

Then she dried the rest of her body and tied the towel around her thin waist. It barely covered
her, but she didn't care much, since everyone else on the house was accustomed to see feminine
naked bodies, and of course, there was no one else in the house besides Genma. Then she
looked at herself on the mirror.

For some reason, even after all this time, she half expected to still see a young man looking back
at her in the mirror, so when she first caught the glimpse of her reflection, her breath stopped
momentarily and she took a step back. It was like she was looking at herself, and at the same
time, looking at a total stranger. Instead of a tall, muscular young man, the figure she saw
instead was about a foot and a half shorter and at least 20 pounds lighter. Dark hair had been
replaced with flaming red locks and hard muscles had been replaced with soft, shapely feminine
curves. Even what was before, darker, tanned skin had taken an almost creamy-like texture.

"Oh God. Why does this happen to me?" she asked, this time in a loud voice. The only thing
that seemed to be the same were her eyes. Those dark blue eyes were the same as her
masculine form. It was the only thing that left her some indication that yes, she was still Ranma
Saotome.

"Well, at least the eyes remain the same" she murmured.

Then, her eyes continued tracing her body curiously. It had been a long time since the accident
in Juusenkyo, and it was hardly the first time she'd seen herself naked, but it was still so foreign
for her. She looked at her cute face, her small nose and small red mouth, then her eyes
continued to her delicate white neck. Her eyes continued by the line of her collarbones down to
her breasts. The sight of her round mature breasts made her gulp. They were large indeed! She
had never dared to wear a bra because she knew wasn't really a woman. It was just a
transformation and the man in her still outright refused to surrender itself to this body. But even
though they were so big, her breasts were firm enough that they didn't need a bra to keep from
sagging. They stood right out there, so full and soft and round. Looking at it from her male
perspective, it was relatively easy to understand why she found a lot of guys she met talking to
her chest instead of her face.

"Oh god…" she said, her face blushing as she looked at herself on the mirror. "I hate admitting
it, but this body is just…so… sexy…"

Her eyes seemed stuck to the looking glass, to the vision of her white creamy soft breasts, that
just seemed to dance and bob in front of her eyes each time she inhaled air. And then there
were her pink nipples, still swollen and hard from her bath. Nipples that almost begged to be
touched.

"I don't think I'll ever get accustomed to this," she whispered. Her hand slowly moved to the
mirror until she reached the hand of the girl in the glass. She felt empty at that moment, alone in
a world where nobody else could understand her feelings.

"Damn it, I'm never going to get used to this." she said, this time louder.

"You could've fooled me. I would think you'd BE used to it by now."

Ranma saw Nabiki in the mirror looking at her with wide-open eyes. But as always, those eyes
had that hint of emotional displacement.

"How long have you been there Nabiki!?", she asked, half scared and half angry.

"Uhm…Just a few minutes ago," Nabiki replied, "Kasumi's getting dinner ready. Hmmm, I
guess now we don't have to tell you about the water heater being broken, huh?" Ranma sighed,
and frowned.

"Don't you know you shouldn't be spying me that way?" she asked.

"What do you care?" Nabiki protested, walking to the sink to wash her hands, "It's not like
anyone in this house hasn't seen you naked as a girl before."

"Hey, it's different because…" Ranma tried to excuse.

"Because what?" Nabiki just stood there, looking at her. Ranma just felt like Nabiki was
looking right through her with that displaced, unemotional stare she always seemed to have. It
made Ranma feel terribly uncomfortable. Not like fear, but no one could deny that Nabiki
Tendo could be quite intimidating when she wanted to be.

"Ahhh, just forget it okay?" Ranma just felt a need to drop the situation entirely.

"Hmmh, suit yourself," Nabiki said, shrugging her shoulders.

After drying her hands, Nabiki turned to see Ranma still with her hand to the mirror, looking
deeply into the reflection. She didn't even notice when Nabiki once more came up from
behind.

"That's not going to change Ranma," she said in her usual monotones, "Look as hard as you
want, that's still a girl looking back at you."

Ranma gave an almost sorrowful sigh, as if resigning herself to what seemed an unavoidable
truth. There were times when she just took her female form completely in stride, not a problem
to be had. But then there were days when it was almost painful for her to see herself that way.
This was one of those days.

"It's not fair," Ranma thought out loud, again forgetting Nabiki was in the room, "I'm not…this.
I'm a guy, I'm a man. I should BE a man 24 hours a day, seven days a week, every day of the
year. Forget cold baths, that I can handle, but cold rains, getting accidentally splashed on the
street. I shouldn't have to tiptoe around everything and watch my step just to make sure I stay
something I was born as in the first place!"

Ranma's fist clenched, almost as if she wanted to just shatter the mirror and destroy her
reflection completely.

"You know Ranma, sometimes I think you make too much of this whole thing," Nabiki said
straight out, "Have you ever stopped to think that you've got a great opportunity here, being
able to switch genders?"

Ranma's only response was a stern glare to Nabiki.

"Try it sometime," she said through clench teeth, "Then come to me and tell me how 'great' it is
Nabiki."

"Hey, relax. I'm on your side here," Nabiki tried to reassure Ranma, "I'm just trying to be
helpful. I mean it. You've got a good opportunity here. And I'm not just talking about flashing
a cute smile to get some free food or using your girl side to keep your enemies off guard,
although I'll be the first to admit, those are some great uses…"

Ranma leaned on her hands to the bathroom countertop.

"Is this going somewhere Nabiki?"

"I'm just saying that you've got a chance here to…see how the other half lives," Nabiki said,
"You have a chance here to gain knowledge that no other man in the world will EVER be able
to achieve. To know what being a woman is REALLY all about."

Ranma looked at her with a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

"Haven't you been listening? Read my lips, okay? I…AM…A…GUY. Why would I be even
the slightest bit interested in being a girl?"

"Can you REALLY tell me that you could turn your back on what you could learn from this and
not wonder just a little what you might be missing out on?" Nabiki argued to Ranma, who had
again turned away, "Missing things like…this?"

"Jijijijijiji-k-k-k!" Was the only sound Ranma found blurting out of her lips as Nabiki reached
around and softly squeezed her large breasts. Ranma had actually been no stranger to having
her breasts squeezed, she was sorry to admit. Creeps like Happosai in the house. The old goat
never missed a beat. So Ranma was fully aware how incredibly sensitive her swollen mounds
were. But it was still a feeling so foreign to her, and when Nabiki had squeezed them just then,
Ranma was caught completely off guard. Jolts of electricity flowed through her chest and down
her back.

As Nabiki released Ranma's breasts, Ranma backed away frantically, almost in shock.

"See?" Nabiki said, satisfied that she'd made her point, "Did that feel good?"

"ARE YOU NUTS!?!?!?!?" Ranma cried out, "What the Hell is wrong with you!?!?!?!?!?!?"

"Oh, keep your voice down," Nabiki said, seemingly unconcerned with what she had just done,
"You want the whole house to hear? But that's what I'm saying. You've got a chance to see
feel what a woman feels. Think of what you could learn. To fully experience things like a
woman's pleasure."

"What are you talking about? Look Nabiki, I'm not in interested on that, see, I don't like men in
that way!"

"Who's talking about that?" Nabiki replied, "I wasn't thinking anything of the kind. In your
case that really WOULD be perverted, wouldn't it? But seriously, I think you know full well
what I'm talking about. There's no law saying you have to be WITH someone to feel
pleasure."

Ranma's eyes widened.

"Oh, I was right the first time. You ARE nuts!"

"You mean to tell me you've honestly never thought about it?" Nabiki pointed at Ranma's
reflection, "I mean, look at the body you've got. It's beautiful, a work of art. I know girls who
would WEEP to have a body that looks HALF as good. And you can stand here and tell me
that you've never once been curious to explore that body, to know how it feels? To understand
it's desires, it's pleasures?"

"No I've never thought about it! That's crazy!"

Nabiki shrugged her shoulders.

"Fine, have it your way," she said bluntly, "I just thought you might be curious. I thought it might
make you a little more well-rounded. I even thought you might appreciate the experience and
the challenge."

"Yeah, well you thought wrong on all counts," Ranma replied.

"Hmmh, whatever," Nabiki said, "By the way, Kasumi says dinner will be ready in about half an
hour…You know, Kasumi knows what I'm talking about."

Nabiki leaned back into the door before leaving.

"And for the record, so does Akane."

Ranma felt a sharp chill crawl down her spine, she whirled her head around and looked to
Nabiki, who had this wry half smile on her lips.

"Just thought I'd mention it. See ya."

Looking back to the mirror again, Ranma could hear Nabiki's words echoing in her mind.

"…Think of what you could learn. To fully experience things like a woman's pleasure…"

For some reason, she found her right hand moving upwards, towards her chest. The soft feeling
of her breast on her fingers as her hand descended upon it, it was almost like a water balloon.
Again, she felt another jolt pass through her chest, much like the one she felt when Nabiki
grabbed her breasts earlier, though not nearly as intense since Ranma was squeezing a little
more gently. But the shock of the sensation was still enough to make her pull her hand away.
She stared for a moment at the two delicate orbs of flesh. She almost couldn't believe
sometimes how sensitive they were. Just then, she looked up to the mirror to see a faint blush
coming to her cheeks. This made Ranma even more nervous. Suddenly, an angry look crossed
her eyes.

"Hmph!" she grunted defiantly, then walked determinedly out of the bathroom to change.

With Kasumi heating a pan of water just for him, Ranma was soon able to change back into his
male form. To him, it was quite a relief. After that episode with Nabiki in the bathroom, he'd
had just enough femininity for one day.

The family ate dinner peacefully without incident. Still, Ranma found his mind being overloaded
with a million thoughts at once. Watching Kasumi blissfully pass servings around the table
without a care in the world, listening to Akane talking enthusiastically about their shopping trip,
Ranma just found it hard to believe what Nabiki had said earlier.

"You know, Kasumi knows what I'm talking about…And for the record, so does Akane."

No way, he thought to himself. It isn't possible. Okay, Nabiki I could see, but Kasumi?
Kasumi doing things like that?

He looked over to Akane, who was giggling over something that had happened earlier during
their shopping trip.

Akane…?, he thought to himself. When she's alone in her room, does she really…?

"Ranma, what are you looking at?"

Ranma snapped out of his trance to see Akane staring right at him with a puzzled expression on
her face.

"What is it?" Akane asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Ranma kind of shook the cobwebs out of his head.

"Uh, no…no, nothing like that. My…my mind's just wandering, I guess."

"And when is your mind NOT wandering?" Akane giggled again. Ranma only sighed in
response.

"Thanks for dinner Kasumi," he said, handing her his bowl and preparing to leave.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it Ranma," Kasumi said softly, with her trademark smile of innocence.
Ranma just stared at her for a moment.

No way, he thought to himself. There's no way Kasumi does that. Nabiki was just trying to get
inside my head.

"Oh, come on Ranma," Akane said, trying to make up, "I was just kidding. You don't have to
leave."

"Huh?" Ranma snapped out again, "Oh. No, no, it wasn't that Akane. I…I guess I'm just
more tired than I thought. I think I'll go and take a nap."

Ranma walked out of the dining room. As he opened the door, he took one pause and
momentarily looked at Nabiki, who noticed his gaze and only rolled her eyes in response as she
continued to eat.

Kasumi watched as Ranma slid the door closed.

"Don't you think Ranma was acting a little strange?" she asked.

"As opposed to what? I didn't notice much of a difference," Akane replied, again jokingly.

"Oh, I'm sure he's fine. It's like he said, he's just tired," Soun said reassuringly, "He's been
working out for most of the day. I'm sure he'll be fine after a good night's rest."

Genma, still in his panda form, only held out his bowl with a sign in his right paw saying, "More
please."

Kasumi took Genma's bowl and proceeded to fill it again. Nabiki meanwhile, just kept eating.

Ranma went to his room and opened the door. Looking at his bed on the floor, all previous
thoughts immediately left his head.

Great, after a long day, Ranma finally gets a reward, he thought and fell over the bed.

He sighed and closed his eyes. A couple of seconds later he realized he hadn't changed.
Groggy, he stood up and closed the door. He started to undress and changed into his white
tank top shirt and his yellow shorts.

Much better now, he thought, now I can sleep and relax.

He pulled a warm blanket over his body and closed his eyes. He was tired indeed. A few
seconds later, he was already dreaming of his fights and his victories, beating everyone, from
Tatewaki Kuno to Ryoga Hibiki, much in the same ways he beat them all in real life.

Meanwhile, the other members of the family were still in the first floor enjoying of the last
chapter of their favorite Japanese soap-opera show. It was a tense moment since, Masako, the
protagonist, was between a dilemma... She had to choose between Ryuzo, a Japanese
businessman and Kenichi, a musician with no future, but the only one who really loved her.
Akane was eager to see the conclusion of the drama.

"Masako!! Masako, please, don't go with Ryuzo! Ryuzo is having an affair with Megumi, his
secretary!!", she said. Soun's laugh filled the room while he heard her daughter's complaint.

"Come on, Akane, it's not that serious. I'm sure she'll go with Kenichi," he replied,
"Remember... Kenichi told her that he loved her in the Christmas special, don't you remember?"

"Yes, dad, but you know, Ryuzo's not going to let that happen!", Akane said.
Nabiki, meanwhile, was thinking about another way to get money.

"Akane, I bet you 1000 yen that Masako will marry Ryuzo..." she said.

"Don't be so insensitive! This is serious!" Akane replied.

"Well, if you say so..." Nabiki had to chuckle to herself that Akane was getting so wrapped up
in this show.

Kasumi, as usual, watched the television attentively, without comment.

Genma emitted his typical panda groan and pulled out another sign saying "Quiet! I'm
watching!" Akane stared at the big fur ball in the floor and frowned.

"OK, OK. Let's pay attention..." she said to finish.

Upstairs, Ranma still slept peacefully. He started to snore after a while and roll over his
Japanese style bed, which was just a large cushion in the floor.

"I knew Masako was going to choose Kenichi at the end!" Akane said with relief on her voice.

"Good for me that you didn't accept the bet, Akane", Nabiki said.

"OK girls! Now let's go to sleep. We've already had too many emotions today!" Soun said with
a wide smile in his house.

Genma didn't move. With another groan, he pulled out a sign saying "I'm going to watch the new
Gamera movie".

"OK Saotome. Don't stay up too late though. Good night!" Tendo said to his best friend and
walked upstairs to his room.

It was morning. Ranma awoke to the soft sounds of birds chirping outside. But he still felt tired
and groggy. Hard to believe since the clock beside him read 8:00 a.m. He'd gone to bed at
8:00 last night. The disciplined part of his mind began goading him to wake up. He'd already
been sleeping for too long already and he couldn't afford to start getting lazy.

Somehow, Ranma found the strength to raise his body and sit up. He took a long, hard stretch
and looked around to get a bearing on where he was. He was still tired and his brain was
processing things a little slow. The bright sun was hindered by the walls, so Ranma struggled to
his feet and found the light switch by the door. Even the dull glow of the circular fluorescent
light was irritating to his eyes as he rubbed them and winced. At that moment, he realized that
Genma's bed beside Ranma's was empty.

"Nnnhh, the lazy old coot probably fell asleep in front of the TV again," Ranma muttered to
himself.

Upon opening the door, Ranma could hear no noises coming from the house. Of course, being
a Saturday, the family usually slept in a little later. Still in his bedclothes, Ranma stumbled
through the door and slowly made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. His body still felt
tired and sluggish. Wanting to avoid a bad fall, he was very careful going down the stairs. As
he made his way down the hall, he looked into the living room to see Genma flopped on the
floor like a bean bag chair, snoring and groaning. The TV was still on and a morning news
program was airing.

Ranma just sighed and shook his head. I can't believe THAT is the guy taught me martial arts,
he thought to himself. Muttering for a moment, he continued his staggering trek to the
bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, the first thought that entered his brain was something that would wake
him up quick. Turning the faucet knob on full, he ran his hands under the water stream and
brought a small pool in his hands upward.

The cold slap of the water against his face was very effective in waking him up. It took him a
moment to get over the initial shock, but at least his brain was operating at its full capacity now.
He knew he had to brush his teeth, but his first instinct was to look up at the mirror to see how
tired he looked. Whether or not his red hair was mussed and needed to be combed…

Wait a minute. RED hair?! My hair is black!, Ranma thought to himself, What's…?

It was at that point that he noticed the short, full figured girl staring back at him through the
mirror. At first, he was shocked and stepped back, but then he finally realized what he'd done.

"You again," Ranma glared at the reflection, her words spoken through gritted teeth, "Why is it
always you?"

Her fist was clenched tightly, as if preparing to strike a blow. She just stood there, staring in
anger at this girl who was once a man not five seconds ago. The clothes she was wearing were
at least two sizes too small for her now. Her tank top desperately clung to her body, almost
completely exposing her large, full breasts with a sinful amount of cleavage. In fact, everything
she was wearing was threatening to fall off her. Ranma's fist remained clenched, tighter and
tighter, as it was yesterday, ready to strike and just shatter that girl's haunting reflection. When
Ranma had woken up, the entire incident with Nabiki the night before was all but forgotten, but
now everything was coming back in a flood.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she ranted at the reflection, realizing the futility of her
words, but feeling they nevertheless HAD to be said.

"I am so sick and tired of having you constantly on my back, over my shoulder, around every
corner I turn. Don't you understand that I don't want you around? I've got creeps and
perverts clamoring all over me because of you. I can't even see my own MOTHER because of
you. Enough is enough, okay? I want to be ME, not YOU. I HATE you, do you understand
me?"

Ranma leaned forward and looked dead into her reflection. Her eyes were focused solely on
the face, intense and enraged, burning a hole right through her reflection.

"I…hate you."

"Oh, for the love of God. This is where I came in," Ranma heard a voice behind her. She
whirled around to see Nabiki standing in the doorway with bath utensils.

"I'm really not in the mood right now Nabiki."

Nabiki walked over and turned off the sink that Ranma had still left running.

"Tch. You shouldn't waste water like that," she said.

"Oh. Sorry," Ranma turned away.

"You know, you've got to get a grip on this whole thing, Ranma. People are going to start
worrying about you, man. You're talking to mirrors, for crying out loud."

"Oh, don't start this again Nabiki. I had enough of your head games last night."

"What head games?"

"You know full well. All that jabbering last night about being able to change into a girls and
having all these great opportunities. And that stuff you threw in about Kasumi and Akane just to
get me riled up? Come on."

"What? You think I was lying to you?"

"You've done worse."

Nabiki shrugged.

"Maybe. But can you dismiss it so easily? After all, you don't know that I was lying."

Ranma turned her head to Nabiki.

"You can't prove you were telling the truth."

While she kept her game face on, Ranma couldn't help smiling inwardly with a little pride.
Maybe now, she'd finally trumped Nabiki in a battle of wits. Nabiki just leaned on the sink and
blew a sigh of air from her lips.

"Well, maybe not for Kasumi and Akane. I guess you'll just have to take my word on that.
However…"

Nabiki turned to Ranma with a sly gaze, slipping a lapel of her bathrobe off her shoulder.

"…for 3000 yen, I'd let you watch ME do it."

Ranma jolted stiff as her whole body turned to stone. She whipped back around to Nabiki with
a gaze of shock. Nabiki's only response was a roll of the eyes as she straightened her robe.

"Oh, come on Ranma. You didn't think I was SERIOUS, did you? I'm not THAT kind of
girl."

Ranma gave a sigh born out of relief and a little frustration. Looks like Nabiki had won another
round.

"Oh well, maybe Akane will show you one day, if you two ever get your act together."

Ranma tensed up, and this time, she had became more aggravated.

"And just what is THAT supposed to mean?"

Nabiki simply turned away.

"Never mind. That's another discussion for another time. Besides, this isn't about her anyway.
We're talking about you, aren't we?"

"For God's sake, Nabiki, I'm not interested in any of this stuff you're telling me, okay? Can't
you just let it go?"

"Suit yourself Ranma," Nabiki said, "It's forgotten. But just for the record, how are YOU
going to let it go?"

"Huh?"

"You keep acting like you want to get rid of that body more than anything, but you can't. And
at the rate you're going, it's never going to happen either. So why can't you just accept it like it
is and maybe enjoy a few of the gifts it can bring?"

" 'Accept it'? 'Gifts'? Nabiki, haven't you been listening. I don't WANT to accept this. I
was born a man and that's how I want to stay. Look, I don't care what it takes, but one of
these days, I'm going to beat this thing."

" 'Beat it'?" Nabiki gave a hollow laugh, "Ranma, are you listening to yourself? This isn't one
of those boneheads you're fighting all the time that if you hit him hard enough, he'll fall down.
This is YOU. Whether you like it or not, that body is a part of you, so why don't you at least
try to understand it?"

"Don't you get it? I don't WANT to understand it! I don't want anything to DO with this
body!!"

"Well, that's certainly your decision Ranma," Nabiki gave a serious glance, "But if you ask me,
that's not a very good attitude for a martial artist."

Ranma's response was a mocking laugh.

"Oh, that's rich Nabiki. YOU lecturing ME on martial arts. And what the Hell do YOU know
about it."

"Practically nothing," Nabiki said in a very straightforward manner, "And to be completely
honest, I couldn't care less. But I've seen enough martial artists come and go in this house to
know that you can't fight an enemy if you're fighting yourself at the same time."

Ranma didn't respond. She couldn't think of a comeback. Or maybe it was because there
wasn't one to give.

"You're turning into your own worst enemy, Ranma. Did you ever stop to think that you'd be
that much stronger if you weren't holding that girl body back?"

Ranma was dumbfounded for a moment. Nabiki meanwhile, turned around and began
preparing for her bath.

"But then again, what do I know, right? After all, it's not like I'm a martial artist or anything.
Anyway, I've got a bath to take. Mind closing the door on your way out?"

Ranma was silent for a moment. Then her gaze turned stern and determined.

"Whatever. I'm gone."

Ranma slammed the door shut behind her as Nabiki smiled into the mirror.

Oh Ranma, she thought to herself, sometimes you're just so easy, it almost makes me feel guilty.

It was later on in the evening. Ranma had been practicing off and on for most of the day. Even
for a Saturday, he'd pushing himself exceptionally hard. Maybe he was just trying to get this
whole thing with Nabiki out of his head. Nabiki just had this way of getting under someone's
skin without really trying. He was in the middle of his third practice session that day when
Akane walked in, dressed in her training clothes.

"Hey Ranma, you mind a little sparring practice?"

Ranma shrugged his shoulders.

"Why not?"

But what actually ensued from that point on was more of a dance recital than a sparring match,
as Ranma dodged every shot Akane threw at him.

"Hyyaahh!!!"

Akane's fists flashed through air as Ranma bobbed and weaved around each attack almost
effortlessly. In the time he'd been living in the Tendo house, Ranma had noticed Akane steadily
improving little by little, over time. Still, although there was the odd occasion when she knocked
Ranma around, skill wise, she was nowhere near Ranma's level. But it wasn't a question of
dedication or anything like that. It was just that Ranma's training, in everything he did, was
always highly accelerated. Often, he was forced to learn in days or weeks, techniques that
would take years to master under normal conditions. Strength, speed, endurance, stamina, they
were all remarkably increased through his various training experiences.

In this type of situation, Ranma never really thought when facing Akane. He just acted. This
time however, he found his mind being invaded by thoughts at a time when it should always be
clear. He never took his eyes off Akane's face. The little beads of sweat beginning to form on
her brow, and her eyes. Her eyes never showed more intensity, more passion, than they did at
these moments. But then, Akane was always a passionate person, there was no denying that.
Again, Ranma found Nabiki's words reaching through time to find him again.

"I'm not that kind of girl. Oh well, maybe Akane will show you one day…"

Oh what am I thinking?, Ranma thought to himself. I still can't believe that Akane does that
when she's alone. But…what if she does? I wonder if she has the same passion doing that as
she does when she's doing this. That definitely wouldn't be the Akane I know. Aw man, she'd
kill me if she knew I was thinking this.

Suddenly, as if on cue, Ranma felt a powerful pressure collide with the side of his face. At the
moment his mind wandered, Akane had connected with the heel of her foot in a roundhouse
kick. As Ranma felt his cheek cave in, the true sensation was one of shock more than pain. He
spun around a couple of steps and managed to find his footing. Akane put her hands over her
mouth and gasped.

"Oh my God! Ranma, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"It's…it's okay Akane," Ranma shifted his jaw left and right to make sure everything was in
working order. Finding everything functioning properly, he just chuckled and tried to make a
joke out of it.

"Come on. You know you're going to have to hit me a lot harder than THAT. But I think that
means I'd better call it a day."

Ranma picked up his outer shirt of the floor by the door, but Akane was still concerned.

"Ranma, are you sure everything's okay? I mean, it's just that I've NEVER been able to hit
you before in a training session and…"

"I said I was okay, alright? Just leave it at that!" Ranma snapped. Then he turned to Akane
and sighed.

"Look Akane, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I guess I do have a couple
things I need to get off my mind."

Akane kind of looked away.

"Ranma, is…is there anything you want to tell me?…It's just that…well, I don't want you to
think…Look, you don't…have to keep any…secrets from me. Okay?"

Ranma sighed again.

"Look Akane, don't think I don't appreciate what you're trying to do, but believe me when I
say that this is one problem that I don't think ANYONE can help me with. I've just got some
thinking to do, okay?"

"Oh. Well…okay."

Ranma could tell that Akane was a little disappointed, so he tried to sound as encouraging as
possible.

"Hey, don't worry about it, alright? You know me. I'll be fine. Hey, see you tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure. I'm just going to do a couple more exercises before calling it a night."

It wasn't long before Ranma had changed and was soon in bed again. No question, he had
definitely overdone it. All his muscles ached, but he was too tired to bathe. He'd do it in the
morning. Still, as tired as he was, he found it almost impossible to sleep. His mind kept drifting
back to Nabiki's words over the last few days. All his life, he'd wanted to distance himself
from his female form, but maybe Nabiki was right. Maybe he WAS shutting off a part of
himself by doing that. After all, how much did he REALLY know about his female body,
besides what his eyes told him? It was definitely smart on Nabiki's part to get him thinking
about her, Kasumi and Akane and saying that they were all in touch with pleasuring themselves.
Ranma still had a hard time picturing Akane or Kasumi in that light, but it was like Nabiki said.
How did he know that she was lying? After all, he knew nothing about Akane's private
moments. What did he know about girls, what did he know about girls, anyway? Nothing. And
he didn't want to know. PERIOD. Eventually, his brain succumbed to his tired body and he
began to drift off, but not before one stray thought drifted through his mind…

Does Akane…really…do that…? He wondered how it would be if it were true
and not another of Nabiki's games. He was too tired like to start thinking about a
whole fantasy in his mind. Seconds later, he was already in his dreams once more.

The rest of the house was quiet. The summer sun was setting in the horizon. As
the light decreased, the space was covered with a magical aura of warm
moonlight filling the air. Soun and Genma, in one of the outer hallways, playing
some of their shoji board game, eventually cheating, as usual, begging each other
for do-overs and whatnot. Kasumi was watching the TV news with Nabiki. And
Akane was still practicing in the dojo.

Once she finished with her exercises, she decided to follow Ranma's lead and go to sleep so
she could get up early next morning and train a little more before breakfast. She was tired as
well, her body felt limp, and she needed some sleep. She wasn't as bad off as Ranma was, but
after all, she didn't normally work out as much as Ranma did. Especially not that day. Though
Ranma said not to worry, there was part of Akane that still remained concerned.

Ranma, she thought to herself, why can't you tell me what's wrong?

She entered in her room and closed the door. After turning on the lamp on her
night table, she sat in her bed and took off the headband covering her forehead.
She was all sweaty and hot and the moistness of her headband showed it. It was
then that she took a quick smell of the lapel of her karate outfit and realized that it
was long overdo for a wash.

She stood up and started to undress. She unfastened the black belt around her
waist and put in over a chair, with her headband. Her karate outfit hung open over
her shoulders, exposing a trail of skin down her chest and stomach. She removed
the shirt and threw it on the laundry basket. Then she pulled down her pants and
let them fall on the floor. Once she had picked them up, she threw them to the
laundry basket as well. She walked to her closet. As she moved, she noticed her
appearance in the standing mirror she had. She stopped a second to look at herself
in the crystal reflection. She moved her head up and down, slowly, looking at her
blossoming body in the mirror.

Her hands slowly went to her back where she unfastened the clasp of her white
plain sport bra. She pulled it off and started to look at her breasts, carefully
examining every centimeter. She couldn't help but blush.

Why am I doing this? She thought to herself.

But all the while she continued to examine her naked reflection in the mirror,
ever so carefully. She fully removed her sweaty bra and threw it in the basket with
the rest of her clothes. But then, she found herself staring into the mirror again,
not taking her eyes away from her breasts.

"Oooohhhh, I wish I had breasts as big as Kasumi's or Nabiki's…" she murmured.

She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed softly. She frowned a little
when she did that.

"Still, they're older than I am, so I shouldn't really care," she said, "I'm still
developing, after all."

As if possessed, Akane continued to gaze at her soft round breasts. They were
actually quite large, maybe not as large as Kasumi's or Nabiki's. They both had
very big breasts. But Akane's were still soft and big… And every guy in the
school would kill just to see her naked. Though she would never allow that. It
was still confusing to Akane as to what any of the guys at Fuurinkan High saw in
her. She never really came across as the type of girl a guy would want to show to
his parents as a prospective girlfriend or bride.

She softly pinched her left nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Then she
stopped a second to watch the way her breasts bounced when she moved. She
opened wide her eyes. Is this the reason why guys stare at me when I run in
Physical Ed?, she thought. Her wide opened eyes kept looking at her body as she
thought about the size of her breasts.

"They're still not as big as Ranma-chan's breasts…" she said, disappointed.

Akane had to admit that when he was a girl, Ranma's body was spectacular. Soft
hips, shapely legs, and of course, large, full breasts. The thought that a blessed
body like that would be wasted on HIM. She still remembered what he said after
she'd found out about his curse to transform, after she was going to take a bath
and had accidentally seen him emerge in his male form.

"It's no big deal for me to see a naked girl. I mean, I've seen myself plenty of
times, right? And I'm built better to boot."

"Bah! Who cares if they're not as big as Ranma's. I like them," she said, frowning.

As soon as the words escaped her lips, Akane paused. Realizing what she'd just
said, she put her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose and sighed.

"Listen to me. Am I THAT insecure? I'm comparing my body to someone who
isn't even a real girl."

It was still a moment or two longer that Akane continued to stare at her breasts.
Then…

"MMMMMMMNNNNNGGGG!"

She stared at her sticking her tongue out at her reflection. She giggled and turned
back.

"Humph!" she said, jumping on her bed, pulling the covers over her head and
closing her eyes, "I don't have to compare myself with any kind of cursed freak!"

For a few moments, Akane didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Then, she
started to feel some very strange sensations, all over her body. It was then she
remembered that she was still naked. It was the first time she ever been naked in her
bed. This was a new feeling, the blankets and the sheets all caressing her bare skin.
For some reason, it excited her. She could feel her face blushing deeply. The soft
caress of the silken sheets over her felt incredibly delicate over her tender skin.

She pulled her head out of the covers and looked at the way her nipples pressed
against the silk, sticking up through the thin fabric, clear as crystal. The sight
aroused her even more. They'd never gotten so hard that quickly before. It made
her think that there was maybe something to this idea of being naked in bed.

Her hands moved toward her chest and started to caress her body through the
fabric. The smooth friction of soft fabric and delicate skin felt as if someone else
were caressing her.

Mmmm, that feels nice, she thought.

She rubbed her soft breasts over and over, in circular motion, running her hands
ever so slowly. She left out a soft moan of pleasure as she did that. After a while
of teasing her breasts through the blankets, she pulled the covers down her body
and exposed her breasts for her bare hands to touch. It felt like electricity when
she tugged the hardening tips of her nipples. Her nipples were pink but they'd
turned in a deeper shade of red as she tugged them ever so slowly, brushing the
little pebbles with her fingertips. She sighed deeply. The pleasure was delicious.
She loved to caress herself in that way, taking time to enjoy every sensation.

The feeling of her nipples getting bigger and harder as she pinched and rolled
them between her thumbs and forefingers was great. Akane's breasts were
sensitive all over. Just rubbing and squeezing them gave her no end of pleasure.
And the thought of her breasts feeling so soft and delicate in her hands aroused
her even more. But her nipples were the most sensitive part, without a doubt.
That's why she paid so much attention to them. When she started to touch them, it
was almost like she couldn't stop, the aching sensation of her swollen tits asking
for more and more teasing from her hands.

She started to pull her nipples, not releasing them. They stretched out like if they
were made of rubber. She left out soft moans of pleasure, which grew their
intensity as she pulled farther and farther, transforming into violent gasps. Finally
she released, as she started to rub her nipples in circular motions trying to soothe
the delicious pain dwelling her breasts.

She'd already started to sweat. Her body became hot and her chest, her face and
especially her nipples now had blushed deeply. The heat invaded her body, from
her upper part, finally reaching the lower part of her body, getting stuck between
her legs. She could feel how her sex started to beg for attention as well. A warm
flooding sensation that was followed by her love juices.

She started to rub her warm, moist pubis over the soft silken fabric of her blankets.
It felt divine. Then she flipped the covers away, exposing the lower part of her body to the
room. Lightly, she traced a circle around her plump pubic mound through her panties. She
could feel it bulging and throbbing through the snug cotton undergarment. Feeling around for a
moment, she felt the dip of her slit through her panties and softly traced her finger along the
warm opening. She could feel the heat flowing through the cotton and she could feel some of
her juices beginning to seep out, moistening her panties. Her hips bucked as she tried to push a
finger into herself through the soft fabric. She was ready for the best.

Oh, it feels so good, she thought.

It took her just a few seconds to get rid of her already wet white cotton panties.
Sticking her thumbs on each side of her undergarment, a quick motion brought
them down to her knees. From there and on, she was able to kick them away
easily, as they fell near to her blankets. The fun was just about to start for her. She
spread open her legs, as wide as she could. She had an incredible flexibility, a
product of her karate training. Therefore, she could open her legs in a wide angle,
almost a full split, which caused her lower lips to part open displaying her inner
tunnel and her delicate swollen pearl.

Warm fluids were already running down her channel, trickling out and down to
her perineum. Her hands felt warm as she kept caressing her breasts, her hips
instinctively rolling over the bed. Then, her left hand moved quickly to her lips,
stretching the opening wide and allowing the right hand to start working on her
lower area. Her first finger started to caress every centimeter of her vestibule,
pressing softly the sensitive areas of pink-pigmented skin. She wandered over
every spot. Her fingertips pressed softly as she moaned and cooed seductively.
She wasn't feeling extreme sensations yet, which to Akane was a good sign. It
meant that it would take time for her to build to climax, and to her, she always
seemed to come harder when it took her more time to reach it.

Oooooh, this is going to be a good orgasm, she thought to herself with a pleased
smile.

Sweat beads formed on her forehead and her chest, making her skin shine and
twinkle. Akane moaned softly as she breathed, her chest expanding with every
respiration, making her boobs bounce up and down. The swollen nipples stood
erect, as an obvious result of the constant attention given before. Her hairless
trimmed pink pussy shone gorgeously as her hand pressed firmly over the wet
shiny folds. Her protruding clit stood erect as well, swollen, throbbing. Her first
and second fingers penetrated her love channel, causing her to moan loudly. But
she knew that it wasn't enough to drive her to the edge.

She fully knew that it wouldn't be enough just by penetrative motion to cause her
an orgasm. Her clitoris, the center of her sexual nervous system, was the most
important part and she knew that something beyond a caress would have her in
the verge of climax. And she didn't want that. She wanted it too last as long as she
could, making the pleasure grow to the extreme. So she just kept pumping and
thrusting with her fingers against her love box, hearing the squishing sound of her
fingers moving inside her.

It felt great for her. The wetness, the heat, the electricity, the soft squishing
sound, it all combined into a fit of delicious pleasure. And Akane wanted more
and more until she just couldn't stand it. She kept pumping, experiencing
different speeds and motions. Slowly first, then fast. Softly first, then hard
thrusts. The walls of her vagina clamped her two stiff fingers, contracting and
squeezing them tighter and tighter. Her love juices were beginning to flow more
and more freely now. She was driving herself crazy. She couldn't resist her lust
anymore and decided to finish with that. She'd all the control so she knew she
could do what she wanted.

She pulled her fingers out of her love box, licking them, tasting her delicious
cum. Her nostrils inhaled deeply, savoring her womanly musk in the air. Then,
back down, her hand dipped straight to her pearl. Her swollen organ was
begging for pleasure. It stood out, so hard and erect that it looked like it might
burst at any moment. It was throbbing, twitching, aching to be touched and
caressed. It would soon get its wish. Soon, the aching sensation of her clit was
replaced by the soothing waves of pleasure caused by her first fingertip pressing
her jewel. She moaned once, deeply, all the feeling of her pleasure exiting her body
with that moan. Again and again, she moaned as her finger rolled and stroked and
flickered her clitoris. Tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks. Then, as if a
sign that she'd had her fill and that she might die if she went any further, Akane
pulled her hand back, brought it down once and softly slapped her clit.

"…!"

That was it. That one motion and the whole world exploded in a burst of color
and light. Akane's body tensed as she arched her back. Her hips lifted above the
bed, her feet firmly pressed into the mattress and her toes clenched tightly,
digging into her sheets. Her teeth gritted and her eyes fused shut. The feeling of
heavy pleasure hurting, yet at the same time, soothing her body. It was too much
to bear. She wanted to cry out, to shout, to scream. To let the world know that
she was coming and how good it felt. How wonderful she felt at that exact
moment. But she found herself unable, as her throat closed up. All she managed
to emit was a tiny sound that sounded almost like a cough.

It wasn't until her orgasm began to fade that she heard a soft moan once again
escape her lips. Another moan followed as her hips slowly began to lower back
onto the bed, her hand still between her legs, soothing her aching clitoris with a
fast motion. Colored dark clouds in front of her eyes, revealing a whole universe
of pleasure that hit her like the vicious, yet majestic waves of an ocean. Akane
gulped and gasped, her heart beating with furious rhythm. Her body was sweaty
and her eyes filled with tears, but a weak smile found itself etched onto her face.

"Oh God…Oh my God, that was great", she panted.

It was great, for sure. Still panting, she slowly inched her hand to her mouth to
lick the juice that had practically squirted out when she climaxed. Slowly, like a
cat cleaning itself, she slowly licked her fingers clean. Her legs, still wide open
displaying her inner treasure, felt tired and limp. Warm cum trickled down her
inner thighs. Sweat was running down her forehead and chest.

Oh, my God, that was great, she thought once more.

A few moments later, her breathing and heart began to return to normal. The
scent of her womanhood still hung thick in the air of her bedroom. Her body was
still hot and her breasts and nipples were still sore, but those feelings were far from
Akane's mind now. All that was left was just a soothing feeling of contentment.
Akane smiled warmly, quite pleased with herself at what had just transpired. Sure
she wanted to go to bed early, but this had been more than worth it. Her head
rolled over to the side, and just then, she saw two giant white eyes staring at her,
almost in shock.

"What the…" Akane eyes opened up full as she sat up quickly. The eyes under
the blankets seemed to follow her breasts as they bounced softly. Akane's arm
whipped over and threw the covers back.

"P-chan! What are you doing here?"

The little pig only let out a squeak of shock as its eyes grew even wider. Then a
whimpered squeal could be heard as he looked like he'd committed some sort of
crime. At that moment, P-chan burst from the bed and huddled against the far
wall.

"Oh, P-chan," Akane felt deeply embarrassed when she found P-chan's wide-open
eyes looking at her with that expression of sorrow and helplessness that he always
had around her.

Poor little guy, I think I scared him, she thought. She felt embarrassed and
worried about P-chan because he seemed to be shocked from her display.

Akane stood up from the bed. P-chan's eyes grew even wider at the sight of Akane
standing naked in front of him so naturally, like if nothing had happened a few
minutes ago. She walked where he was stuck to the floor, then crouched until her
face was just inches away from his.

"Awww, come here, baby. It's okay." Akane coaxed softly, holding out her hand
in friendship to her pet.

Akane blushed as she noticed P-chan's timid eyes wandering over her body, then
quickly fixing in her brown irises. His expression was still one of such fear.
Akane softly picked him up and placed him on the bed, sitting next to him. She
looked away from him for a moment, still embarrassed about what had just
happened, but then she looked back at him.

"Uhm… I'm sorry P-chan. I know that must've looked strange to you But
sometimes people just have certain things they need to release, get out of their
systems. It's not a bad thing really. It's actually very healthy. But I'm very sorry
if I scared you."

Soon, P-chan found himself being lifted into the air by Akane once again. She
kissed his forehead, caressed his small head with her hand before wrapping her
arms around him in a warm hug.

"Could you please forgive me?"

P-chan let out a tiny squeal over Akane's shoulder, and Akane took it as
forgiveness. Placing P-chan on the other side of the bed, Akane lay back down.
She was still naked as she pulled the covers over her. She turned out the light and
reached over to softly pet P-chan on the head one last time.

"Mmmm, good night P-chan," she yawned.

P-chan didn't sleep at all that night. As the moonlight shone through the window,
reflecting off Akane's bare skin as she slept, All P-chan found himself able to do
was give soft squeals that almost seemed to sound like sighs of despair.

End of Chapter One.

Well, what about that? Did you like it? We hope so. Oh, wait just a minute!
With all this business about Akane, we left Ranma high and dry. Well, we'll have
to take care of that right away. Now let's get on to Chapter Two!

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