Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Ranma 1/2: How the Other Half Feels ❯ Ranma 1/2: How the Other Half Feels -- part two: Boys and Girls ( Chapter 2 )

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RANMA ½: How The Other Half Feels
Chapter 2: Boys and Girls
By Cynthia Mary and Aaron (Please send email to both of us)

Ranma awoke the next morning to find that the rest of the Tendo family had already begun to
greet the day. Except for Genma who lay flopped out like a rug on the futon beside Ranma's.

So, Ranma thought to himself, the old man managed to drag himself upstairs after all.

Ranma's nostrils then became delighted at the smells of Kasumi making breakfast downstairs.
Despite the brutal workouts he'd put himself through, his body felt oddly refreshed. Still, a
refreshing bath would do his still aching muscles a world of good. Not to mention that it would
improve the smell. Grabbing his bath equipment and a change of clothes, he walked downstairs
to the bathroom and prepared to bathe.

Akane was already down in the main room, holding P-chan on her lap, watching the morning
news. Nabiki meanwhile was leaning against the open door leading outside, reading a manga.
Kasumi was in the kitchen making breakfast and Soun was outside sweeping the walkway and
retrieving the mail from the mailman when he arrived.

Suddenly the whole house shook with a girl's cry.

"AHHHHHH! COLD! COLD! COLD!"

The yell had come from the bathroom. Akane and Nabiki just rolled their eyes as P-chan let
out a squeal that sounded almost like laughter. Soun whirled around in the direction of the
house in shock.

"Oh my," was the only thing Kasumi said, looking over towards the kitchen door.

Genma meanwhile continued to sleep.

About 10 minutes later, the bathroom door slid open and a stern Ranma stepped outside, her
eyes holding an etched, acid look. The shirt she was wearing, sleeveless when she was in her
natural male form, now looked like a T-shirt when worn on her smaller female body. Her pants
were now twice as baggy as they were before. Without a word, she stepped over and walked
down the hall to the main room.

"Breakfast is ready everyone," Ranma heard Kasumi call as she reached the stairs. The next
sound Ranma heard was the thundering footsteps of an enormous panda barreling down the
stairs like an enormous cannonball. At least, he WAS barreling down the stairs until his feet
suddenly flew out from under him and he found himself lying flat on his face.

Ranma pulled her foot back in from the path of the stairs and proceeded to walk over the
panda's limp body, taking one last step on his head for good measure. Genma just looked up
and groaned.

"What did I do this time?" his raised sign read.

Ranma's facial expression hadn't changed as she walked into the main room. Akane, Nabiki
and Kasumi were already seated at the table as Kasumi was dishing up breakfast.

"Uh, yeah Ranma, the water heater's still broken," Akane said as Ranma walked in.

"Thanks for the tip," Ranma replied in a monotone, yet clearly annoyed voice.

Ranma sat down and proceeded to eat his breakfast in silence. It was then that she looked
over the see Akane feeding small grains of rice to P-chan, who was still seated on her lap.

So, he finally found his way back again, Ranma thought to herself. I wonder when he dragged
his sorry carcass in here.

"Here you go Baby," Akane said in a mothering tone to P-chan, "It's the least I can do for you
after last night. You know I'm really sorry for scaring you, but what you saw wasn't something
for little pigs to see."

P-chan nodded in agreement, but at the same time, Ranma noticed that the pig almost seemed
to be…glowing.

"What are you talking about?" Ranma asked, a little bewildered.

"That's really none of your business Ranma," Akane stated, a slight, but noticeable blush
coming to her cheeks, "Besides, it's just girls' stuff. Nothing you'd be interested in anyway, I'm
sure."

'Girls stuff'?, Ranma thought to herself. Suddenly, she found her gaze looking over to Nabiki
who returned her look with a mocking eye roll.

Placing her bowl firmly on the table, Ranma reached over and picked up P-chan by the scruff of
the neck. P-chan squealed in panic.

"Hey!" Akane yelled, "What do you think you're doing!?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt him," Ranma said, walking out of the room quickly, "Just
want to talk to him for a second."

Ranma scooted down the hall around the corner with P-chan in tow. Once there, she lifted P-
chan up so they were face to face.

"Alright piglet, start squealing," she said menacingly, "What was she talking about in there?
What did you see?"

P-chan shook his head and squealed in protest, struggling to get away.

"You know you're only making this harder on yourself," Ranma stated. P-chan's only response
was whipping his head around and chomping firmly on Ranma's wrist. Ranma winced once in
pain and then glared in anger.

"Listen to me boy, you are skating very close to some VERY thin ice. Now I'm only going to
ask you one last time here…"

Ranma didn't get a chance to ask a final time as a sharp blow to the back of her head drove her
face into the wall.

"You don't hear very well do you?" Akane said, grinding her knuckles into the back of
Ranma's head and scooping up P-chan in her free arm.

"V…V thvt V svd V wvsn't gvvng tv hvrt hvm." Ranma's muffled voice came from the wall.

"And I thought I said that what happened last night was none of your business!" Akane snapped
back, "Have you have absolutely no respect for someone's privacy?"

Ranma managed to pry her face from the wall and the two looked at each other sternly.

"Fine," Ranma said, "Have it your way. Just respect MINE from now on then, got it?"

Ranma then turned and left, leaving Akane even more perplexed than she was last night.

Ranma, what's gotten into you?, she thought to herself.

"What do you think has gotten into the boy?" Soun whispered as he, Genma, Kasumi and
Nabiki watched the scene unfold in secret around the corner.

"Beats me," Genma's sign read.

"I wonder," Kasumi piped up, "You don't…you don't suppose it's…that time of the month?"

"Kasumi, are you trying to be funny?" Nabiki replied.

"That's no joke Kasumi!" Soun said worriedly.

"I wasn't trying to make a joke Father," Kasumi stated, "I'm just saying. I mean, how do we
know it's not true? He does have a girl's body after all. How do we know he doesn't go
through the same things a girl does?"

"T-that…that t-time of…of the…Oh Saotome!" Soun turned to Genma and the two began
wailing uncontrollably.

"My…my poor boy!" Genma's tear-drenched sign read.

Nabiki just gave an annoyed sigh and walked with Kasumi back down the hall.

Removing a pan from the stove, Kasumi stood back as Ranma took the pan and leaned over
the kitchen sink, pouring the warmed water over her head. It was later on in the day and
Kasumi had just begun to clean up after breakfast. Ranma had taken to the back of the dojo to
do have a quick training session. After her earlier outburst with Akane, she really felt the need
to break things.

Whipping his head back from the sink, Ranma took the towel from around his shoulders and
quickly ran it back and forth over his head to dry his hair. While warm water on such a hot
summer day wouldn't be the most comfortable sensation in the world, Ranma felt for some
reason, strangely comfortable. Just the thought of feeling normal again was satisfaction enough
for him. The right height, the right weight, the right body parts. Even Kasumi noticed he now
had a much calmer demeanor than he did a few minutes ago. Still, she could notice a hint of
despair when she heard him sigh.

"Kasumi" he asked, "Have you gotten any word at all about when that water heater's getting
fixed?"

"I've checked every repairman in the neighborhood Ranma," Kasumi replied, "And the earliest
one won't be able to make it for at least two more days."

"Two days..." Ranma almost choked on his words, seemingly in disbelief.

"I'm sorry Ranma," Kasumi said, "I tried getting someone here sooner, but you know, it's the
summer months. People are calling in all over about air conditioners and refrigerators. A water
heater isn't exactly a high priority right now."

Kasumi could still see Ranma's disappointment and tried to be helpful.

"You know, you could always go to a public bathhouse for the next couple of days."

"You think I haven't thought about that?" Ranma shot back, "Believe me, I'd be first in line if
we could afford it. But you know the dojo hasn't been pulling down that much money lately."

Ranma just leaned on his elbows on the counter and stared out the window at the foliage
outside.

"Nothing's easy," he sighed.

Kasumi stared at Ranma, puzzled for a moment.

"Ranma," she asked, "Are you okay?"

"I...I don't know," Ranma replied, "Look, I'm sorry if it seemed like I was snapping at you,
okay? It's just that...I don't know what. It's almost like I've got an identity crisis."

"What?" Kasumi became even more curious, "You mean your girl side? I don't know, you've
never let it bother you before."

Ranma shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I don't know. I mean, sometimes it doesn't, you know? And then there are some times
when I look in the mirror and what I see isn't me. I know you'd think I'd be used to it by now,
but I mean, how can I POSSIBLY get used to this? I mean, when you're born a guy, you tend
to get used to being a guy, okay? Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm overreacting, But every time I
look at that body in the mirror, I feel like I'm losing a part of myself. I don't know...it's just
that...when I look in the mirror, I'd like to know that it's still me. I'm probably not making
much sense right now, huh?"

Kasumi closed her eyes and gave a knowing grin.

"Not at all. Believe it or not, but in a way, I've kind of been where you are now."

Ranma turned to Kasumi, perplexed.

"Well, maybe I don't know EXACTLY what you're going through, but still, I've had what I
guess you could call an identity crisis."

Ranma didn't respond, he just listened.

"Well, you remember how our mother died when we were young, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, being the oldest daughter, I naturally assumed that it was my job to become the
homemaker. Father certainly wasn't able to do it."

Kasumi chuckled for a moment, thinking back to her father's unsuccessful kitchen antics, but
then her attitude turned serious again.

"Of course, still essentially a child, I made a cardinal mistake that one could make in any field. I
let a failure control me."

Kasumi looked out the window as she continued.

"It was my first time trying one of Mother's recipes, and I was already a nervous wreck.
You've heard how meticulous our mother was with detail when it came to cooking, and when I
used to help Mother in the kitchen, even though he tried to hide it, I knew Father was less than
impressed with some of the dishes I'd prepared in the past. So naturally it diverted my attention
and I didn't pay attention to the recipe."

Kasumi paused for a moment and sighed.

"It was a disaster. Even the dishes I knew how to prepare didn't come out right, which made
sitting at the table at dinner almost impossible to bear. And Father was there trying to say that
everything was delicious and that just made it harder for me to stand. I actually cried myself to
sleep that night."

"Over the next few days, I actually began thinking to myself that maybe if I started acting and
dressing more like Mother did, if I could become her, maybe then I'd be able to take her place
and do her job. So I did. I started dressing like her, I wore my hair the way she did. I thought
I was doing the right thing by doing that."

"Uh huh. So what happened?" Ranma asked.

"Well, I'd been acting like Mother for a couple of weeks, when Father took me aside and
asked me what I thought I was doing. When I was trying to explain to him what I was doing, he
stopped me right there by saying that it wasn't right to Mother to behave the way I was. He
told me that the only thing Mother wanted for any of her daughters was to grow up happy and
live as who we are. And that's all he ever wanted for us too."

Kasumi smiled warmly.

"And it made me think. It made me see things more clearly than I ever had before. By the next
time I went into the kitchen and cooked again, I was much more focused and determined to
succeed as who I am. After that night, I realized I could do the things my mother did, and still
be myself."

"Well," Ranma said, "That's all very well and good, but does that have anything at all to do with
my situation really?"

"Maybe not a whole lot," Kasumi replied, "But, well...how you look and how you act shouldn't
change who you are. I mean, I know deep down that even though you're a girl sometimes,
you're still the same old Ranma. And just because of this girl side, it shouldn't change how you
should live or what you want to do with your life. I guess what I'm really trying to say is that
you shouldn't turn away from your goals until the situation is what you feel is right. There are
always going to be setbacks and complications in life. Just maybe find a different way to attain
your goals, one that fits in with your present situation. I know it's not a big dose of worldly
wisdom, but it might be something to consider."

Ranma was thoughtful for a moment before turning and gathering his shirt to leave.

"Maybe. Still, the bottom line is, we'll just have to wait and see. But thanks anyway Kasumi."

Kasumi simply smiled and nodded in response as Ranma left the kitchen.

The day had left and the evening had come seemingly behind Ranma's back. As he'd done the
day before, he spent most of the day in heavy training. He normally knew better than to push
himself so hard. After the brutal workout he'd put himself through yesterday, he knew he
should at leas be resting giving his muscles a chance to relax and his body time to heal. At the
rate he was going, he was probably going to wear himself down to a nub within the next day or
two, but he found it impossible to stop himself. He had to find some way to take control of all
these ideas that were being put into his head. Not only had he embarrassed himself in front of
Akane, but he found his mind running around in a maze of Nabiki Tendo's design, and that's not
good for ANYBODY.

As he paused for a momentary break, Ranma looked out the window of the dojo to see the sun
had long since gone down and the streetlights glowing faintly outside.

Woah, he thought to himself, where has the day gone?

Taking the time to think about how late it was now, Ranma realized Akane had been
conspicuous by her absence from the dojo. She always made it a point to get at least a
LITTLE training done each day.

I guess she still must be ticked from this morning, Ranma thought to himself. He then thought
that he should probably go to her and apologize, but not now. Not yet. When he had his head
screwed on right again and when he knew he wasn't going to make an ass of himself like he had
earlier, then he'd apologize.

Taking a water bottle he'd been using for his breaks, he squirted a small stream into his mouth
for refreshment. It was then that his adrenaline had calmed to the point that he realized how hot
and sweaty he was. And tired. He'd been so busy training that he didn't even realize that he
hadn't eaten all day, except for breakfast.

Dumb move Ranma, he thought to himself. Very dumb. You can't keep going like this, fella.

Instinctively, he rose the bottle up and squirted a cool stream across his forehead to relieve
himself. The second the water touched his head, a single thought beamed into his mind...

You...IDIOT!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!

Desperately, Ranma tried to shake off the water, but it was too late. The damage had been
done. The "he" had now become a "she" again. She must've mouthed every swear word in the
dictionary under her breath before calming down.

Instinctively, her first thought was to heat some water and turn back into a guy, but then she
realized Kasumi had probably cleaned the kitchen by now and it didn't feel right to have her
take out a pot and start heating water for him. Besides, as hot and exhausted as she was, the
feeling of warm water might put Ranma into a coma.

Resigning herself to her girl formed fate for the night, Ranma decided the best thing to do would
be to get some sleep, then ask Kasumi to heat some water in the morning when she made
breakfast. Drying her forehead with her discarded over shirt, Ranma slowly slumped her way
from the dojo to the house. Inside, she saw Genma watching TV. From the look of things, it
looked like an old Rodan movie was playing. While there was no one else to be found, Ranma
figured they must be elsewhere doing other things, since it was still too early for any of them to
be in bed.

"Pop", she acknowledged her father as she trudged by. Genma looked over.

"Well, well, another country heard from," the sign shot up, "You know you missed lunch and
dinner."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you found room for it," Ranma's tired voice had a cynical tone, "I'm
going to bed."

Genma gave a groan to get Ranma's attention and raised another sign.

"Anything wrong boy?"

Ranma shrugged her shoulders limply.

"Nothing you can help me with Pop," she said, "I'm going to bed."

Genma's gaze trailed Ranma stumbling up the stairs, his eyes showing a legitimate concern for
his son. But just as Ranma disappeared from sight, Genma heard the screech of the monstrous
Rodan and immediately rolled back over to enjoy his movie.

Ranma found herself awakening to total darkness. By her estimate, it must have been about
midnight. She'd only slept for a few hours and her first instinct was to roll over and get some
more. After the last two days, her body was in desperate need of a shutdown. But then she felt
a gnawing emptiness in her stomach and she remembered how little she'd eaten during the day.
The need for sleep and the need for food, two necessities both screaming at her with equal
force. A big dilemma as to which one to listen to. Finally, after laying back for a few minutes
pondering, she made her decision and decided to get up for a quick midnight snack. Nothing
much, but at least something that she could put in her stomach. The pangs were becoming
almost unbearable, like her stomach was about to collapse on itself. It needed something in it.

A tiny splash of moonlight provided illumination for the room, but it was still tough to see distant
objects. The door was barely visible, but still, Ranma had lived in the house for long enough to
know where everything was without the use of lights. She got up and slowly made her way to
the door. Opening it, she found the house in complete silence, besides some sounds coming
from downstairs. She looked over, and seeing a dim blue light, she realized Genma must have
fallen asleep in front of the TV again. Ranma sighed, half in aggravation, half in shame.

It was a simple matter to get the bearings of the house. Ranma and Genma's room was at the
corner of a small upstairs hallway. To her right, not far down, was Akane's bedroom, and
further on, the hallway stopped at a dead end, save for a stairway to the small upstairs attic. To
her left was Nabiki's bedroom and from there, the hall led to the stairs leading to the main floor,
where Kasumi and Soun had their bedrooms. Stretching momentarily and patting her stomach a
little to ease it's gnawing, Ranma slowly proceeded down the hall to the stairs. As she walked
by, she noticed through the small crack at the bottom that the light in Nabiki's bedroom was still
on. That seemed a little unusual to Ranma, considering how late it was becoming, but still, she
decided it was nothing to worry about and proceeded downstairs.

Passing by the main living room, she paused and gave another sigh of disgust towards the huge
ball of fur flopped in front of the television, then made her way to the kitchen. The small kitchen
never held much storage space, so Kasumi pretty much did her shopping day by day. As a
result, Ranma found little in the way of food for snacking. But she managed to dig up some
spare meat and bread for a sandwich. Siding it with a red apple, she washed down her meal
with a glass of water. It wasn't enough to make her unbearably full, but at least she had
something in her stomach now. Something to tie her over until breakfast the next morning.

Ranma refused to even look in Genma's direction as she walked up the stairs. Again, not
concerning herself with Nabiki's light still being on, Ranma yawned proceeded to walk past to
her room and catch up on some sleep. But suddenly a voice from Nabiki's room stopped her
in her tracks.

"Oooohhh. Mmm, Mmmhh. Oh yes."

What the...? That's Nabiki's voice, Ranma thought. What's going...?

"Aaaannhhh. Oh yeah. Oh yeah, this feels so...hhah...so good," Nabiki's moaning voice
echoed beyond the door.

The closed door muffled sounds, so Ranma couldn't hear everything and there was no crack or
opening to look into. But she could hear gasps, coos and moans from Nabiki, as well as the
occasional creaking of a bed mattress.

What the Hell? Oh man, Ranma thought, half petrified. Oh man, don't tell me she's...

"Mmmm, fingers feel sooooo gooooood," came Nabiki's voice, almost in answer to Ranma's
question. At that moment, Ranma felt her body go stiff as a board as her feet refused to move,
seemingly rooted to the floor.

Nabiki lay on her bed, occasionally rolling back and forth. Her cheeks were blushing bright red
and her eyes were shut tight as she panted and gasped. The tight white T-shirt she wore to bed
was rolled up to her neck, exposing her full, round breasts to the room. Her left hand was
moving from breast to breast, softly squeezing the big, delicate orbs, savoring the feeling of the
warm, soft flesh bobbing and rolling in her hands. Her index finger rubbed around her dark,
reddish-brown areoles, causing them to stiffen and swell as she pinched her stiff nipples hard.
Her index finger and thumb clamped onto the rock-hard tips like a vice as she gasped and her
hips bucked slightly. All in response to the mixture of pleasure and pain welling inside the
swollen buds.

Nabiki's right hand meanwhile, was further down, between her legs, her fingers wiggling around
inside her snug panties, a thin layer of cotton the only covering of the soft tunnel of flesh within.
A large dark wet spot had already appeared on the pink fabric and Nabiki moaned as her
wandering digits slipped and slid over every fold and petal of her concealed flower.

Ranma felt as if she was stuck outside of time. Trapped in the middle of the hallway, she
wanted desperately to run away. This wasn't anything she wanted to know about. But her
body refused to obey her brain's screaming commands. Almost as if driven by an unseen force
to bear witness to these sensual sounds, testament to Nabiki's womanly experience.

Though Ranma was unable to hear much besides the bed creaking and Nabiki's moans, Nabiki
was hearing much more subtle sounds. Sounds such as the soft squishing noises between her
legs as her index and middle finger softly rubbed along her delicate, virginal crevasse. Her long
soft moan was proof enough that she was enjoying the results of her fingers' efforts. After a few
minutes of caressing, she took her hand out of her panties and softly licked her fingers clean of
the juices flowing out of her sex.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she sucked and licked her fingers tenderly, "Tastes sweet."

In one smooth motion, she removed her soiled panties and kicked them off the bed. For a
moment, Nabiki savored the new cool sensation of the air in the room mixing with the juices
smeared on her sex. Then, she repeated her earlier actions, her left hand treating her breasts
while the right hand dipped back between her legs, her index and middle finger rubbing along
her opening. This time, the caressing was more forceful, deeper. As if her fingers were trying to
burrow their way inside the tiny canyon. As well, she took the time to rub her fingers against
her swollen clit that was throbbing and pulsing for attention. Nabiki arched her back slightly in
response to the touch of her most sensitive womanly organ.

"Ahhhhnn! Oh, that's so good." she moaned.

Oh, this is just wrong, Ranma scolded herself, but still her body refused to budge. Still, as the
events in Nabiki's room unfolded, Ranma found herself listening with a greater and greater
attentiveness. It seemed the curiosity was starting to get the better of her.

"What IS she doing in there?, Ranma found herself asking. Then, as she continued to listen, she
found her eyes straying down towards her chest. Towards her huge, protruding breasts

Well, these things ARE pretty sensitive, she thought. I wonder if she's touching hers.

Suddenly, almost as if her hands were unconsciously answering, they darted up to her chest and
softly squeezed them. At first, Ranma was shocked by the sudden sensation, but this time,
unlike times before, her hands didn't release, but kept squeezing. Forcing herself not to cry out,
for fear that Nabiki would hear her, Ranma tore her hands away from her chest and tried to run
to her room, but her feet still refused to move, so she was stuck listening to Nabiki again.

Nabiki meanwhile, seemed too lost in her own pleasure to notice anything around her. Her eyes
remained closed as she moaned and gasped, voicing the pleasure she felt as she squeezed her
breasts and rolled her clit around with her index finger. Then suddenly, she found herself
stopping and rolling over to the side of her bed for a moment, reaching under it.

"I...I know what I need," she panted.

Feeling around with her hands, Nabiki smiled as she gripped the object she was seeking and
pulled out a small, old style feather duster from under her bed. It had a small thin handle that
began at a soft rounded point, then the shaft widened a little, and then became thinner again.
Again, she went back to caressing her breasts and nipples while she ran the soft plumes of the
feather duster across her opening.

"Mmmm, so soft. That feels great," she cooed.

But then, after running it over her wet sex for a few moments, Nabiki turned the duster around
to it's handle and spreading her legs as wide as she could, softly began to run the tip and the
shaft along her opening. Then after a few moments, she arched her back to give herself the
proper angle and proceeded to force the tip of the handle into her entrance. Slowly at first,
giving her tight inner walls time to adjust to this new invasion. Then she gave just a little bit more
force, attempting to get her folds to close around the wider part of the shaft. That was where
she stopped. Any further would cause her hymen to tear and she wasn't ready for that yet.

"Deeper," she groaned as the shaft slowly made its trek further inside her tunnel, "J-just a little
b-bit..."

Just then, the widened end tapered off and became thinner. It was then that Nabiki paused for
a moment, pleased with her efforts. This wasn't the first time she had used the duster a
penetrative toy, but she was still trying to be careful. Her opening was still so tight and even
though the handle was thin, forcing it in too fast was just too painful. And she didn't want to run
the risk of putting it in too deep. It took her a few tries to experiment and find out exactly how
far she could put it in comfortably, but once her sex got used to it being inside, the rest was
purely academic.

Slowly, carefully, Nabiki began to move the handle in and out. In and out. In and out.
Eventually, she was gasping and moaning in pleasure once again as she continued squeezing her
breasts. But still, she maintained that methodical motion. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Nabiki loved being penetrated. It drove her crazy. The first time she ever penetrated herself
was with her fingers, but she quickly moved on to tools like pens, erasers and other little things
when she realized how much she liked it. Still, she couldn't afford to start going crazy.
Occasionally, she would feel a pressure on her hymen and she knew she had to tone it down.
But feeling comfortable with the motion now, Nabiki felt it was okay to go a little faster, and so
she proceeded to quicken her pace.

"Mmmmmmyeaaaahhhh," she cooed, "I love this. It feels so good inside me."

'Inside her'? Ranma thought. What is she...Aw man, is she putting something inside...?

Ranma gripped her crotch and winced.

Eeeeeeyyyyyyyyeeeeeaaauuuucccchhhh, she thought to herself.

While Ranma could still hear nothing but Nabiki's moans, Nabiki could hear the soft squishing
and slurping sounds of her sex sucking on the wooden handle. Words couldn't describe how
much she was enjoying this. The feeling of something inside her, it was just such a rush. After a
few moments of pumping, Nabiki turned herself over so she was lying on her front. Arching her
back so that her bottom was sticking up into the hair, she reached down between her legs and
began thrusting the handle in and out of her again. As she pumped, she rubbed her chest over
her soft sheets, keeping her breasts and nipples warm and stimulated. Her left hand meanwhile
reached backward and made a beeline for her left bottom cheek.

Ranma winced again as she heard a soft slap of flesh, then a pause, then another slap.

Aw jeez, what's going on, she thought. Oh, this is getting too weird for me. I've got to get out
of here.

But still her legs refused to budge.

What's the matter with you!?, her brain screamed at her legs. You two made of stone or
something?

Nabiki softly caressed the reddened cheek of her bottom as her right hand continued pumping
the handle in and out of her. Eventually, her left hand dipped between her legs as well and
began stroking her throbbing red clit. So many sensations. Her breasts rubbing on the sheets,
her clit being rubbed, her vessel being penetrated. She knew she couldn't hold off her building
orgasm for much longer.

But before that, Nabiki felt in the mood for one final position. Not missing a step, she turned
back over and leaned against the headboard of her bed in a sitting position. Then, pumping the
handle in and out, her left hand darted this way and that. Squeezing her breasts, pinching her
nipples, stroking her clit. It was all too much. Nabiki's senses were on overload. Listening to
her moans and the squishing of her sex, feeling the pleasure welling in her breasts and her clit
and her opening, inhaling the womanly scent that had now saturated the air in her room. It was
just all too much.

"So good," she panted, "It's just all so good, it's too much. I can't hold it...I'm going to..."

Nabiki's only sound was a series of ragged, moaning gasps, cutting off her words. Her head
shot back over the headboard as her orgasm finally washed over her. Her hips bucked and
squirmed and her hand clamped tightly to her breast. For ten seconds, she shuddered and
gasped as the walls of her opening rapidly contracted around the wooden intruder inside her.
Eventually, the sensations subsided and Nabiki's head flopped forward. Her whole body felt
limp as it slid forward along the bed, dragging her head down the headboard until it nestled
softly on her pillows. Finding her last ounce of strength, her arm reached over and slowly pulled
the wooden handle from inside of her. It felt sticky and wet and a small trail of fluids slowly
began to trickle her opening, which was once again open. She sighed contentedly as her breath
slowly returned to normal.

Pausing for a moment to regain her strength, Nabiki then lazily pulled her T-shirt down over her
body. She was too tired to go and get her panties, so she lazily pulled her blankets over her
and decided to sleep bottomless. Just then Nabiki heard what she thought were footsteps
running from her room down the hall. Listening intently, she heard the door slide closed in the
room next to her. Ranma's room. Just then, exhaustion claimed her body once again, and
Nabiki rolled over to sleep. But while her eyes seemed to have a very contended look, her lips
curled up in a sly half-smile.

Ranma was a hysterical wreck by the time she got back to her room. When Nabiki reached
orgasm, Ranma found her legs able to move again and she ran for her room as fast as they
could carry her. All she could do was run in, slam the door and soon, she was rapidly pacing
along the floor.

"Oh man. OOOHHHH man. OoohhhmanohmanohmanOHmanohmanohMANohmanohman,"
was all Ranma could find her trembling voice saying for about two minutes, chanting it like a
mantra.

"Oooohhhh man, what I heard. All that. That was wrong. That was just wrong. That was
NOT for my ears. That was pure, concentrated, undiluted, 100% pure wrong. I mean, she
was...that whole thing was just...Awww MAN!"

It was at least another half hour of pacing before Ranma had calmed herself down enough to
listen to the reasonable part of her mind.

"Now calm down," she started saying to herself, "It's not that bad. I mean, look at it this way.
She said it herself, it's completely natural for a girl. I shouldn't be getting all worked up.
But...aww Jeez, the things she was doing!? And she wanted me to start doing that? Oh, no
way. Nothing doing. That is NOT for me."

It was then that she just stopped, put her hands out and took some deep solid breaths.

Nothing to get all worked up about, she thought to herself. You didn't see anything, and you
know this isn't your thing, so just calm down. Relax. Now try to get some sleep. You
definitely need it.

But though Ranma lay back and hit the pillow, she found telling herself to go to sleep and
actually DOING it were two entirely different things. She could still hear Nabiki's pleasured
moans echoing through her mind, just as clearly as if she was outside Nabiki's bedroom,
listening again. As she lay back, with her hands behind her head, her head was exploding with a
million thoughts at once. What Nabiki was doing in her room, whether Akane and Kasumi did
that and thoughts of them doing such things. But one thought seemed to come in louder than the
others, but it was introduced so subtly that Ranma didn't even seem to notice herself thinking it.

Still, she found her voice echoing in her head, it did seem like she was enjoying herself.

Again, Ranma found her gaze wandering down towards her chest. Her blankets were only
draped around her waist and legs, exposing her upper body. The dim moonlight played off the
creamy orbs of flesh that were lightly wrapped in the cotton of her tank top. Of all the physical
changes that her body went through when she transformed into a girl, it was the breasts Ranma
always seemed to be the most fascinated with. Even when she was lying on her back like she
was at that moment, they absolutely refused to sag. They stayed just as they were, perfectly
round and symmetrical. And they were so big too. They had to be as big as Kasumi's, and
some might say that's out of proportion for a body with such a petite stature. But looking at
them now, lying down, as crazy as it sounded, they looked even bigger than they did when she
was standing. They stood out, firm and tall, like hill peaks, but yet, they were so soft that
squeezing them was like squeezing clay or dough. Again, for some reason, Ranma found herself
repeating her earlier thoughts.

These things are pretty sensitive, she thought. Do girls really like having them touched?

And again, just as before, her hands found themselves moving up to her chest. Slower this time,
less abrupt. As her fingers slowly closed over her breasts, Ranma felt the pressure and that
familiar electricity that came after. In the past, it scared her, and she reacted to it the same way
she reacted to pain. She responded abruptly, usually pulling away. This time though, while she
felt a touch of uneasiness, she closed her eyes and actually tried to ignore it. Maybe it was time
she had some of these questions answered, her brain was telling her.

Ranma's eyes remained softly closed allowing a calming blanket of darkness to envelop her. All
she could hear was the sounds of her own breathing as her hands softly wandered over her
breasts, massaging and probing the delicate flesh. Yet her breathing was not excited, but calm
and deep, in and out through her nose. It was almost as if she wasn't all there, only parts of her
were. She could feel her breasts and her hands, and she could hear the sounds of her calm
breathing. Everything else just seemed to go numb. She felt the soft flesh molding to the
pressure of her fingers. It really WAS like squeezing clay or dough. Her hands were not rough
like they were before either, but softly massaging the delicate mounds.

Ranma continued to keep her eyes closed, allowing her hands to roam where they wished.
Reaching inside her shirt, they softly pulled the straps of her tank top away, completely exposing
her chest to the night. From there, it was just small squeezing and massaging, bobbing her
breasts left and right. Up and down. Her index fingers began to wander over her pink areoles,
which began to grow stiff and plump. An unexpected side effect, but Ranma in her trance-like
state, only seemed to half notice it. She acknowledged the change, but gave it no real mention.
It was then that she noticed that the sparks of electricity, which were unexpected and chaotic at
first, were now becoming calm, flowing gently like river currents through her chest. Becoming
less like abrupt impulses and coming together to form something that felt...well, nice. Something
warm and good. Ranma's lips began to curl into a tiny contented smile.

Just then, one of her hands wandered over one of her pink nipples, which were starting to swell,
but were still fairly soft, and the thumb and forefinger clamped tightly to it. The shock of the
sensation disrupted the feeling of calm that had once been there and as if tuning on a light switch
in her head, Ranma snapped out of her trance. Upon realizing what she was doing, she pulled
her hands away and placed them firmly at her sides.

What the Hell is going on?, she thought to herself, looking at her breasts glowing in the soft
moonlight. It was just then that she noticed a feeling between her legs. Like a heavy warmth
and another feeling. Almost like something...wet. Trembling, she curled up into a ball under her
blanket and shut her eyes tight.

Oh man, this is just nuts, she thought to herself.

Ranma wasn't sure how much sleep she'd actually gotten when the morning came. Tired and
sluggish, she sat up in bed and stretched to work the kinks out of her body. These last few
days were starting to see her getting more and more run down. Just then, suddenly, she looked
down and realized the straps of her tank top still sluffed off her shoulders, and her large full
breasts exposed.

"Ack!" she gargled as she frantically pulled her shirt up to cover her chest.

Carrying her bath materials, she stumbled down the stairs. Kasumi was preparing breakfast in
the kitchen while the others were gathered in the living room, waiting to eat. Akane was sitting
with P-chan on her lap and Nabiki was sitting next to her. Soun was sitting at the head of the
table with Genma flopped in front of the other end, much as Ranma had seen him last night,
watching television. Looking up as Ranma entered the doorway, Soun and Akane immediately
became concerned.

"Ranma. Is everything alright son?" Soun asked.

"You look like death," Akane added. Even P-chan looked a little worried.

"M'okay," Ranma slurred, "Just didn't sleep well last night is all."

Upon saying that, her gaze shifted over to Nabiki, who didn't appear overly concerned. She
merely flashed a sly grin and waved at Ranma, her fingers wiggling at first, then making a
squeezing motion. Ranma rolled her eyes and gave a sluggish sigh.

"Hey Kasumi," she called, "Do you think you could heat up some water for me? I'm just going
to take a bath."

"No problem Ranma," Kasumi replied as she peeked from the kitchen. And with that, Ranma
slowly trudged off to the bathroom.

"I'm getting worried about him Dad," Akane said, "Two days, nothing but workouts, hardly
eating or sleeping. It's not like him."

"I'm starting to get concerned too," Soun replied, "But let's give him a little while longer. You
know how he gets when it comes to solving problems himself. If he wants help, he'll come to
us."

Nabiki just had a goofy looking smile on her face. Akane immediately took notice.

"Nabiki, why do I get the feeling that you've got something to do with this?" Akane asked
sternly.

"What makes you think I've got something to do with this?" Nabiki replied.

"Because you ALWAYS have something to do with it," Akane shot back.

"Akane, I swear, whatever he's doing to himself, I didn't do it."

"Why do I not believe you?" Akane replied.

"Oh come on Akane, give your big sister a little credit."

"Oh, I do," Akane said.

More than you're worth, she thought to herself.

Ranma completed her bath in silence. The shock of the cold water woke her up a little, but not
a lot. She washed, rinsed and dried, seemingly half asleep. It wasn't until she'd dried and put
on her pants that she looked at her topless reflection in the mirror. The goosebumps still
peppering her creamy skin, her nipples hard and erect from the cold water. Again, her breasts
seemed to hold an almost hypnotic fascination for her, staring at them, so round and big, the
pink nipples so firm and swollen. Looking up at her reflection, she looked as though she were
about to break down.

"Look, what do you want from me?" she pleaded, "You've always let me be before, and now
you've got me thinking all these things and everything seems upside down now. I didn't ask to
be stuck with you. Why can't you just let me be like you did before? Just what the Hell do you
want from me...?"

As she asked, Ranma brought her hands up to her chest as a pointing gesture, but they wound
up pressing against her breasts instead. Again, as if a light switch had gone off in her head,
Ranma stopped. She stared at the large, soft mounds bobbing in her hands, then looked up to
see her reflection in the mirror. She could see her cheeks blushing slightly.

"You...you really do like this sort of thing, don't you?" she said.

Breathing deeply, Ranma stared into the reflection of her chest in the mirror, almost as if she
was starting right through it. As they did last night, her hands began bobbing and massaging the
soft flesh. Her fingers traced around the areoles, which began to stiffen and plump again. She
found herself giving out a nervous gulp as her fingers reached her nipples, but when her thumbs
and forefingers pinched the stiff buds, she didn't pull away like she did before. She could feel
them growing bigger and harder as her fingers rolled them and pinched them. Unlike last night,
she seemed to be in less of a trance-like state and more aware of what was happening. And
again, what once was chaotic and random was now beginning to flow into a melodious pattern
of sensation. Ranma closed her eyes and chuckled a little.

"I've got to admit," she chuckled, "once you get used to it, it's really not so..."

"Ranma?"

Ranma tensed up at the sound of Akane's voice behind the door. As Akane opened the door
and entered with a pot of warm water that Kasumi had heated, Ranma immediately snapped her
hands behind her back.

"Kasumi asked me to give this to you." she said.

"Oh thanks," Ranma said, still a little taken aback by Akane's sudden appearance, "And thank
Kasumi for me too, okay? I'll be dressed and out in a second."

"No rush," Akane said, "Kasumi says breakfast won't be for about another 15 minutes anyway,
so you've got time."

It was then that Akane noticed Ranma's swollen breasts and even more swollen nipples and
areoles. Ranma felt a nervous twitch building in the pit of her stomach. If Akane
suspected...but Akane simply giggled a little.

"Cold water," she said.

"Huh?" Ranma replied, surprised.

Akane walked up and flicked her finger over one of Ranma's hard nipples.

"Cold water," she repeated, "Does it to 'em every time."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Right," Ranma chuckled nervously, staring back at her reflection, "Yeah, it
takes a...bit of getting used to."

"I'd think you would be by now," Akane replied.

"Yeah, well...maybe not as much as you think," Ranma said.

"Ranma," Akane paused before continuing, "I know I probably shouldn't ask, but...is
everything REALLY alright."

Ranma looked up at her.

"Look, if it's got anything to do with yesterday, I'm sorry, okay? It's just that, well...these last
few days, I've been starting to get a little worried about you."

Ranma tried to reassure Akane with a smile,

"Forget it, okay? Yesterday was my fault. But for the record, this isn't about you. I guess I
just haven't been myself these last few days."

"Do you...want to talk about it?" Akane asked.

"Well, I think I'll be fine for right now," Ranma paused and stared at her reflection again.

"Maybe I'm closer to working something out than I thought."

Akane softly placed her had to Ranma's face. As Ranma turned to her, Akane's hand softly
ran down her cheek. Her expression held a double-edged look. One side showing that she
was still worried about Ranma, but the other being confident that Ranma would find a way to
deal with it. It was what Ranma Saotome was best at.

"Well, if anything else, you look a little better," she replied with a smile, "Well look, I'd better
get going."

As she turned, Akane paused and looked at Ranma again.

"Uh, you're not going to be doing workouts all day today, are you?"

Ranma could see Akane's worried look returning and tried to calm her.

"No, don't worry. No workouts today. Today's strictly R&R."

"Well, that's good," Akane grinned, "You still really look like you could use some rest. Hey,
I'll see you at breakfast, okay?"

"I'll be there." Ranma said. Akane closed the door behind her and walked off down the hall.

Setting the pot of water on the sink for a moment, Ranma paused before pouring the water to
go back to touching her breasts for a moment.

This is definitely weird, she thought to herself. It's nice. But it's weird.

Finally leaning over the sink and pouring the warm water over his head, Ranma flipped his head
back to see his male form returned to him. In a way, it was still a relief to him. But just then, he
looked down to see a think bulge in his pants between his legs. He must've gotten it from the
sensations of touching his girl body's breasts.

Oh man, he thought, those things really ARE sensitive.

Slipping on his tank top, Ranma exited the bathroom with his bath accessories over his
abdomen to hide his swollen manhood. Sneaking down the hall, he whipped around and darted
up the stairs, hoping that no one would see him.

"Oh man, what can I do about this?" Ranma whispered. He was not the kind of guy who would
think about those things. Since he was a martial artist, he had learned to save all his energy for
combat and concentrate only in what he was supposed to be doing, but last days had been so
weird that he felt almost out of control, like something else was dominating his body.

Ranma took a quick look down the hall to see if anyone was following him then opened the
door to his room and darted inside. Locking the door behind him, he decided to wait until his
erection disappeared, and then go downstairs again. It seemed like the best logical thing to do,
but it seemed that his masculine organ had mind of its own. It wouldn't shrink back!

Ranma was starting to feel uncomfortable with the situation. Usually he didn't have that kind of
troubles, being able to control most of his body's functions and processes. He could fast, stay
awake or meditate for days. But now he felt like he couldn't restrain himself. Before he could
even think about it, he started to press his dick with his hand, trying to make it go down. Error,
because it only made things worse for him. Wincing in pain, he clenched his teeth and his fist
and frowned.

What the hell is happening to my body?!? He thought.

Ranma sat on the floor and started to play with his belt. And soon, he had untied his belt and
lowered his pants. He pulled them down to his thighs, and his eyes locked in the sight of his
large, mature manhood. Maybe it was the only really mature thing in all his body. He could feel
the large smooth organ throbbing softly. He could almost feel the heat coming from it. Since he
wanted to get rid of the hard sensation, he decided to make it disappear the only way he knew.

He had only done it a few times in his life. Fewer times than the average boys of his age. He
was always too busy with his martial arts, with his kenpo and his karate to give his body what it
needed. So he wasn't very familiarized with the self-pleasure, even with his natural male body.
Pausing a moment to stare a little more at the swollen organ, Ranma gently encircled it with his
right hand. It felt hot as fire, and touching it cause some extreme sensations, especially around
the head and tip.

Ranma stopped a second to pull his shirt over his head and pulled down his pants to the level of
his ankles. Then, still sitting, he took a pillow and placed it against the wall that was behind him,
using it as support for his back. He leaned and rested against the wall and the pillow, and then
softly began to touch his dick. His breath was starting to become faster as he allowed his right
hand to go down and start playing with his soft balls. The two little orbs hung inside his sac, and
it felt good to touch there. He noticed it and started to softly massage that area. He could feel
his penis actually getting larger, harder and hotter with every movement, but he liked the feeling.
Like a miniature pearl, a tiny drop of pre-cum exited through the small slit in the top of his
organ. His long shaft was smooth and full of little veins. Around the base, thick black pubic
hair grew, spreading down to his testicles. The head was large, with a dark purplish color as
the skin of his shaft reddened and darkened as well. Ranma started to stroke the whole length
of his hard organ softly, from up and down, with all his hand forming a circle.

"Ahhh Ohhhh yeah..." he softly moaned.

It felt great. As he progressed, he could feel a wet slippery sensation trailing around his hands
and around his swollen member. More fluid had trickled out of the tip and his hands had begun
to smear it all over his organ. The soft slippery sensation was an advantage because it allowed
Ranma the freedom for faster motions. Softly again, he motioned his hand from the base to the
tip, closing his eyes. His hands started to move up and down, every time faster.

"Uhmmmm..." he moaned from time to time. This feels great, he thought to himself.

His hand moved as fast as he could, his hips softly rocking against it. He moved his hand almost
as fast as he would move it when doing his Chestnut fist. He licked his lips, which were dry
from his excitement. His muscular body was covered by sweat and some undried water from
his earlier bath, making it shiny under the light that entered from the window. More and more
fluids trickled out, continuing to lubricate his organ. It made the process more comfortable
when he started caressing himself, pulling his cock up and down fast.

"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh" he gasped, feeling himself closer to a climax. He stopped a second to
recover his breath. He opened his eyes and looked to the organ between his legs, so wet,
swollen and hard. He could not stop his hand from going there again and start stroking again.

His fingers circled his manhood; his index and thumb making a ring that ran around his shaft that,
along with the rest of his fingers, were simulating the hot embrace of a vagina. His hand went up
and down, as Ranma increased or decreased the strength of his grab, making it tight or loose,
depending what he wanted to feel. As he continued his pleasuring, he found himself bombarded
by dozens of virginal thoughts.

Is this what it would feel like to be inside a girl? Would it be warmer? Would it be tighter,
slipperier? Oh, but what if I was in her mouth and she was sucking me. Would it feel like this?
This already feels so good, I can't imagine something feeling better, but what if being with a girl
really IS better than this? To be sucked by her, to actually be inside her. How would it feel?

Ranma's back arched at those final thoughts of the girls, his eyes tightly shutting. Fantasy was
never something Ranma was really into, he never felt comfortable thinking of any of the girls like
that, out of respect for them. He also didn't like the thought that by doing so, he was lending
credence to the advances of girls like Shampoo and Ukyo. But still, he couldn't help but admit
to a certain curiosity of what it would feel like if he were with one of them in that way.

Shampoo? Ukyo?… Akane…?

Only now, for some reason, thinking about it seemed to heighten the experience for him to some
new, unseen level. With his hand, Ranma quickly rubbed and stroked, making the sensations
that ran through his organ bigger and bigger. He clenched his teeth and groaned.

"Ahhh!" A large drop of his cream was shot and fell on Ranma's left pectoral. More fluid came
out, falling on his abdominal muscles. He continued pulling up and down, now even faster and
with shorter strokes around the head, soothing the last of his orgasm.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh" he gasped again as he opened his eyes to see the drops of pearly fluid
over his body. He took a small towel from his bath accessories and carefully cleaned himself.

"Eeeaauugghh, what a mess," he said. Normally, Ranma wasn't so careless. Granted, he never
did it much, but when he did, he was always sure that he had some paper towel or something
with him to keep such incidents from happening when his orgasm would hit. Granted, the
orgasm was great, but there was something about the release that Ranma just found hard to
stomach. But this time, he hadn't thought or planned, having to resort instead to a clean up
afterward.

Still, Ranma felt better since he had released all that. More relaxed. He needed to do it from
time to time, anyway, like the rest of the people. From time to time he had wet dreams, to
provide that release he needed. It rarely happened to him, but still it happened. But now he felt
much better, and he smiled. That day he was going to rest. He liked what he had just felt, but it
wasn't something he used to do regularly.

Once he had made sure that there was nothing left, he got dressed and went downstairs, and
then he hid the towel in the laundry for washing. He tried not to think about it because he felt it
was inappropriate, but at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if Nabiki felt those same
sensations with what she had done the other night.

All throughout breakfast, Ranma found his gaze straying towards Nabiki, watching and
wondering. Sometimes, Nabiki would catch his glimpse and return the favor with a sly wink,
which was annoying to Ranma no end. But after listening to Nabiki last night, and after just
bringing himself to orgasm just minutes ago he had to wonder if Nabiki, or Akane, or all girls felt
those same sensation. Maybe it was the orgasm talking, but he was suddenly bombarded by
curiosity. After all, girls were so different physically. Different bodies mean different places to
touch, different sensations, maybe even different orgasms. Even though Ranma was trying not
to think about it, he couldn't help but wonder. After all, although he hated to admit it, Nabiki
DID have a point when she said he had a chance to find out, since he could become a girl. It
would be so easy to try and find out. But did he dare? He was so unfamiliar with his female
body, he never allowed himself to really get to know it. Was he really ready for such a leap?
Ranma felt a deep pit welling in his chest as he continued to eat, making it hard to swallow.

End of Chapter 2

Well, we've gotten back on track with Ranma. And along the way Nabiki saw a little action.
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