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RANMA ½: How The Other Half Feels
Chapter 3: Through The Looking Glass
(No relation whatsoever to the Lewis Carroll novel)
By Cynthia Mary and Aaron (Please send email to both of us)

"Ranma, can you please give this to Doctor Tofu?" Kasumi asked.

"Sure Kasumi," Ranma replied.

It was later in the afternoon, and Kasumi had prepared a dinner basket in thanks to Dr. Tofu for
all the injuries and ailments he helped the Tendo family through over the years. This was nothing
new for Kasumi to do. She was always more than generous to give the good doctor gifts. But
even though she felt certain affection for the man (she also liked that he was older), she found it
hard to be around him. He would always act so strange around her, like he didn't know who
he was or what he was doing.

Ranma took the box and set his route in direction to the house of Dr. Tofu. On his way, he
noticed the muscles in his calves felt unusually strained and pressured, almost like they were
going to pull and pop right out. No doubt from the two extreme training sessions he'd put
himself through over the last two days.

Hmm, Ranma thought to himself, maybe while I'm there, I should get him to give me a quick
check-up too.

When he reached the house, he rang the bell and waited. After a couple of minutes, Doctor
Tofu opened the door.

"Ah, hello Ranma. Come on in. I'm just with a patient, but I'll be with you in a moment."

Ranma entered to his office and saw that a woman was on the examination table. The woman
was lying over her chest, with her bare back exposed.

"Okay, now where were we?" Doctor Tofu asked, "You've had these pains for about a week
now, am I right?"

The woman nodded, "It wasn't that bad, but since yesterday, it's been unbearable. I almost
can't put any pressure on my back at all now. Just walking here today was pure agony."

"Mmm hmm, okay," Dr. Tofu replied as he started to examine the area. Ranma watched him
with a fascinated interest. He was well aware of the doctor's talents through his own injuries
and experiences.

Well, he thought to himself, I guess it's good that I brought this and not KASUMI. Considering
how he gets around Kasumi, if SHE'D come, he might have killed this poor woman.

He started to rub and press around certain areas, almost as if he was trying to determine by
touch what was wrong. Just then, he paused at the small of her back, just right of her spine.

"Ah ha," he said, "I thought so."

Gently, he pressed two spots on either side of the area, then ran his finger gently around the
lower part of her spine. The woman left out a sigh of relief and smiled. Then she sat, holding a
towel over her chest, and walked behind a curtain where she dressed.

Ranma was surprised of Doctor Tofu's ability to cure the woman's pain with only a couple of
touches here and there.

"Now remember," Dr. Tofu said, "All, I've done is soothe the nerve. You'll still need a few
more treatments in order for it to fully heal and take the pressure off, but I think if we can
arrange for you to come in, say, every other day or so, in a couple of weeks, it should be fine."

He just stood there astounded as Tofu and the woman said their good-byes.

"So Ranma, what brings you by?" Ranma was snapped back to reality by the Doctor's voice,
"You're not hurt again, are you?"

"Uh…no, no. Well, my legs are a little stressed, but uhh…Kasumi wanted me to give you this."

The doctor smiled as he took the box of Kasumi's food and placed it over his desk, then
opening it. He deeply inhaled the delightful aroma, then turned to Ranma.

"Okay, if you'd like you can sit down on the table and I'll take a look."

Ranma hopped onto the table as Tofu bundled up the box of food, preparing to eat it after he'd
seen to his latest patient. Ranma pulled up his pant legs past his knees and allowed Tofu to
examine them.

"Oof, you weren't kidding when you said your legs were stressed," Tofu stated, feeling around,
"I'd bet Sailors could use your legs for tying down ships, these muscles are so knotted. Clearly
a case of too much hard exercise. You know, you really shouldn't strain your body like this."

"Yeah, I'm finding that out," Ranma replied.

Ranma winced a little at the examination, not so much from pain, but feeling the pressure in his
muscles increase. Just then, Tofu brought his two index fingers around to the back of Ranma's
knee and struck to points. Immediately, the pressure subsided.

"There, does that feel better?" Tofu asked after treating the other leg the same way.

"Actually…yeah," Ranma said as he hopped off the table, clearly perplexed that something so
simple was able to heal him.

"All I did was relax the muscles. In the morning, you should be fine. But my recommendation,
avoid anything overly strenuous for the rest of the day, okay?"

Uh…yeah, sure." Ranma said, still only half there from his surprise.

Smiling at the satisfaction that his work was done, Tofu turned back and prepared to eat the
lovely lunch Kasumi had prepared. Ranma meanwhile, took a few hops on his legs to make
sure he wasn't imagining things and then looked at the Doctor.

"Dr. Tofu…how you do it? I can see it hundred of times, and it still amazes me..." Ranma said.
Tofu chuckled a little.

"Well, I won't bore you with a whole big lecture on anatomy and nerves, because I'm sure, as a
martial artist, you already know all about that. But there are special nerves that have
connections around the body, and sometimes, when stimulating these nerves in the different
places where they connect, you can cure certain pains."

"But it's not just that either. Different people, different bodies, males and females, they all have
nerves concentrated in different areas of the body. That's why certain people are ticklish is
certain areas, while some aren't even ticklish at all. So the trick really isn't just knowing about
the nerves, but finding them as well. Once you know where those nerves are though and how
to treat them, I firmly believe that there's nothing a person can't accomplish. I mean, you've
seen how some of these simple treatments can eliminate expensive surgeries or wasted days of
rest. Some can even be pressed to create euphoric sensations."

"To be honest, I would argue that the nervous system is probably the most important part of our
bodies. Nerves are always the first to alert us when something's wrong. They warn us with
pain and reward us with pleasure. And in many ways, it's those sensations of pleasure and pain
that can ultimately make a person who they are. They're vital."

"Wow," Ranma said, "You know Dr. Tofu, you may have just given me something very
important to think about."

"Well, whatever it is, I hope it's helpful," Tofu replied.

So do I, Ranma thought to himself. "Uhh, look, I think I'd better go. Enjoy the lunch."

"I'm sure I will Ranma And thank Kasumi very much for me."

"I will."

"Now remember, no stress on those legs. In fact, it might even be a good idea to avoid any
exercise today altogether."

"Don't worry. I'm actually planning to take a day off from it today. I'll see you later though,
okay?"

"Sounds good. See you later, Ranma."

Ranma was thoughtful as he began to walk home. What Tofu had said. Different nerves in
different areas. How some can cause pain and some can cause pleasure. Well, Ranma was no
stranger to pain, but pleasure was something he never really looked at much. If his girl body
had different nerves in different places, maybe it's possible that it would produce…

Suddenly, a cold shock snapped Ranma from thought.

"Haaahhhh! Cold!" Ranma cried out, shivering. It was then that Ranma realized what had
happened and looked down to see her protruding chest sticking straight out in front of her. Her
head flopped down as she sighed, cold water dripping down her body. Then looking around,
she spotted the source of her exposure. An elderly woman, with a bun in her hair. She was
small and thin. All she did was stand there, a pot of water in one hand, a ladle in the other and a
confused expression on her face. Ranma recognized her right away. It was hardly the first time
that she'd been struck when this woman was throwing water into the street. Ranma closed her
eyes and shook her head.

"You never miss, do you Grandma?" Ranma sighed, a note of frustration in her voice, "Jeez, I'd
almost think you were gunning for me."

Ranma walked down the street, trying to shake her pants dry and wringing out her shirt as best
she could. The lady meanwhile, continued to look at her, perplexed.

"Man, what does she do, wait until she sees me walking by?" Ranma muttered to herself.

Ranma walked back home in a huff. By the time she got home, her initial anger had passed and
she was more calm. When she got home, she ate dinner with the rest of the family.

"So how's everything son? You're not going overboard on the training again today?" Soun
asked.

"Nah," Ranma replied, "I guess I was just out of my head for a few days, but I could really use
the rest. Doctor Tofu agrees with me, it looks like. He told me not to force my legs."

"Look Ranma, I told you…" Akane said, and smiled.

"Yeah right, YOU told me. And if you believe that..." Ranma muttered.

"Excuse me!" Akane growled.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Ranma said with a mocking tone.

Later that day, Ranma wanted to go to sleep. Again -and not very surprisingly- Genma decided
to stay downstairs and watch another movie in TV. Ranma was happy at the thought, because
she knew what was to share the room with a giant panda… and it wasn't very comfortable. It
was hot enough at night as it was, let alone having to sleep right next to someone who was like a
walking fur coat half the time. Just thinking about it made Ranma sweat. So she liked the idea
of having the room all for herself that night.

When she entered in the room, she took off her shirt and pants mechanically, as usual. But then
she looked down.

Whoah. I almost forgot I'm still a girl, she thought.

She sat over her 'bed' in the floor and leaned against the wall. She sighed heavily as her eyes
wandered over her large breasts once more. She stood up and locked the door of the room,
then, she returned to her mattress and sat back down. Her eyes wandering over her body,
Ranma started to remember all what Tofu had said.

"Nerves are always the first to alert us when something's wrong. They warn us with pain and
reward us with pleasure."

Ranma started thinking about the way nerves crossed all around his body when he was a boy,
and all the way they alerted him in case of an injury. He remembered one old lesson his father
gave him long ago.

"Pain is necessary, my son. It tells you when you're injured, or when you are tired. It warns
you. But the most important thing pain tells you is that you're still alive."

Wow, Ranma thought, did the old man actually say something halfway intelligent one time?

Still, all this talk about sensations and nerves got her thinking. If pain told him when things were
wrong, maybe pleasure was there for telling him when things were right. Ranma deeply inhaled
and squeezed her left breast with her right hand.

"Uhhmmm" she softly murmured, trying to hide the sound of the pleasure she felt.

"Different people, different bodies, males and females, they all have nerves concentrated in
different areas of the body," Tofu's words continued to echo in Ranma's head.

"Well, there are definitely lots of nerves HERE," Ranma said, squeezing her breast harder.

She felt something like a heat around her chest. It was… nice. Ranma started touching the
other breast too. They were so soft that they molded in her fingers, almost like they were made
of putty. They felt so warm and smooth that Ranma actually found very hard to believe that
they were real... Almost instinctively, her forefingers and thumbs locked around her now hard
nipples. She tugged a bit, not being able to restrain a soft moan. Suddenly, her eyes clicked
open as she pulled her arms away from her chest.

No, she thought. I can't do this. It's...it's just too much right now.

Ranma let out another heavy sigh. This was all becoming too unreal. Part of her felt like she
was losing control. Martial artists were supposed to be disciplined, but what she'd been up to
the last few days had been anything but disciplined. She curled herself up into a little ball as she
tried her best to got to sleep, but her mind seemed overwhelmed with uncertainty. Ranma was
no stranger to thinking on the fly. Truth to tell, that's when she was actually at her best. It
seemed that there was no situation that Ranma Saotome couldn't find a solution for. But this
time, it felt so different. She'd never felt so unsure before. For the first time, Ranma Saotome
had absolutely no clue how to proceed.

Oh god, she thought to herself, shutting her eyes tight, what am I going to do?

Next morning Ranma woke up, finding herself surprisingly relaxed. She couldn't remember
when she fell asleep last night. Still, if she felt refreshed, no need to spend the day lazing around
in bed. She'd already spent yesterday doing resting and her body was already feeling the
effects from missed exercise. It was a common thing among athletes and such. Miss any
exercise, and the body starts to go through a form of withdrawal. Admittedly, she needed the
rest, but she'd already missed a day of exercise. She knew she'd regret it if she missed
another.

Ranma yawned and stretched her arms as she prepared for her day. After she got dressed and
went downstairs, it seemed that she was the last one to wake up that morning. Everyone was
gone. Even Genma. He found a piece of paper over the table.

"Ranma-chan:
We're going out to take a walk in the town. We may not come back until the afternoon,
so I left you some food in the microwave. All you have to do is heat it.
Take care,
Kasumi."

Ranma looked at the paper, and then took a quick look around the house just to make sure
everyone was gone or if someone had come back. Discovering the house completely empty,
she decided to make the best of things and looked for something to eat. She wound up dining
on a mild breakfast of rice with some raw egg and seaweed, then she watched some television.
Later, once she felt ready, she walked into the dojo.

She changed into her karate outfit to started training. She didn't usually, but sometimes,
especially now, in her girl form, it kind of gave her a sense of normality. Still, her outfit was
sized for a male, so she did have to adjust it accordingly. She had to loop her black belt twice
around her waist now so it wouldn't dangle on the floor or flip around to confound her. Plus,
she had to roll up the sleeves to fit on her shorter arms and legs. Again, she found herself
cursing her girl form, but she knew that once she started training, such thoughts would be far
from her mind.

Ranma was still wary of Dr. Tofu's warning from yesterday however, and not wanting to force
her legs too much, all she practiced were arm exercises. She started with some light stretching
to limber up, then followed up with some push-ups to get started. She felt much better now, her
muscles felt lighter, stronger. Soon, she was sweating and feeling all hot.

Soon, Ranma was well within her usual kata workout. But again, favoring her legs, she stuck
mostly with techniques that focused on the hands and arms. A good time to practice on a nice
little combo routine she'd been working on. She started out with a quick, two-second burst
with the Chestnut fist to catch the opponent off guard (two seconds being close to a hundred
blows with the technique). Then, a quick two-in one with a spinning backhand punch, followed
up with a strong uppercut. It was a strong technique, but it was still owed mostly to luck. It
would only be at it's strongest if her opponent's head was placed just right.

She added a little hop to the uppercut to give it just that added bit of force, but once she landed
on her feet, she paused. She could tell that something wasn't right. It wasn't just that one move
though, she'd been feeling it ever since she started her workout. She couldn't put her finger on
it, but something just felt...off. Like she wasn't doing it the best way she knew how to. But as
she went over her routine in her mind, she couldn't picture where she was going wrong. So she
decided to appeal to an old trick. Having a mirror close to her could help her to see her
movements and she'd surely notice then where she was making her error, so she immediately
went into the house. He knew Soun had a full-body mirror somewhere, since it was a common
practice between martial artists to use a mirror to correct themselves. Once Ranma found the
mirror, she took it to the dojo and placed it in front of her.

It didn't took her long before she was again practicing her movements in front of the mirror.
One hit here, one blow there. She carefully looked at herself in the mirror.

What am I doing wrong? She thought for a moment. Something definitely didn't look right.
Her moves looked dull and rooted. Something was holding her back, that extra bit of "oomph!"
she usually had wasn't there. It took a few more minutes, but eventually, she found out where
she was going wrong. Her legs.

Of course, it was so obvious. She couldn't possibly utilize her full potential if she was only using
half her body. She could still hear Dr Tofu's warning in the back of her head, but at the same
time, she knew there was no point in training at all if she wasn't prepared to give it everything
she had. Tempting fate, Ranma decided to test herself and whipped around with a sharp
roundhouse kick.

The test appeared to be a success. Ranma felt no discomfort at all in her legs and immediately,
she felt her full strength returning. Taking it a step further, she pulled a high kick, stretching her
leg up to where she'd reached a full split. She held her leg there for a moment, and after
determining that everything was ship-shape, she brought her leg back down. Then, just to be
safe, she tested her other leg with a hard ax-kick motion for good measure.

OK, that wasn't so bad, she thought. I guess this means everything's alright. So let's get
serious now.

Ranma returned to her standard stance and started again with his movements. Blow, then
karate chop, and then, a lateral kick. It looked much better this way, more natural. And to
Ranma's admiration, her legs weren't tired anymore. No pain or discomfort whatsoever. It was
almost as if her legs had never been hurt to begin with.

Whoa, what a night of rest and Tofu's treatment can do is miraculous, Ranma thought.

She kept practicing for a while, increasing her speed and force until she was sweating hard and
panting. She stopped a second and looked at the mirror. She stood face to face with her
reflection. She gave a couple of hits to the air and some kicks. Then she noticed something…

"Woah," Ranma's eyed opened wide in amazement as she saw how her own breasts bounced
when she gave blows. She repeated the movement, watching her chest carefully.

Her half-open shirt revealed her cleavage and her two large boobs. Still amazed, she repeated
the movement once more. Her breasts bounced again, jumping from side to side, up and down.
It wasn't something she was really a stranger to. After all, with breasts that size, she could
always feel them bounce and swing when she ran or fought as a girl. But most of the time she
just tried to ignore it, trying to convince herself that this female body wasn't real. This was the
first time that she actually took notice of it and paid attention. REAL attention. Ranma was too
amazed at the moment, contemplating her large beautiful breasts moving up and down with her
breathing.

"They're so…they just look…so…beautiful," she said. Ranma swallowed hard as she slipped
the lapels of her suit off her shoulders, revealing her chest completely clear to her eyes. As if
she had never seen herself naked before, her eyes wandered over her reflection.

She…she's so beautiful, so sexy, she thought. From her male perspective, she was beginning to
understand where guys like Kuno were coming from, even though the thought partly sickened
her. If only they knew. Still, seeing the beautiful creature standing in the mirror just set her male
mind on overload. She moved and rotated her chest, looking at other angles of her own body.

"It's not like it's a big deal for me to see a naked girl. After all, I've seen myself plenty of times,
right?" Ranma remembered herself saying to Akane back when they first met.

And it was true. She'd seen herself naked before many, many times. And she even boasted
about it from time to time. It was something she tried to tell herself to regain her objectivity
whenever she saw another girl naked, be it Akane, Shampoo or anyone else (though in all truth,
it provided little comfort in the heat of the moment). Still, this time it was much different. It was
the person she'd had to deal with for a long time. As a man, Ranma hated the girl staring back
at him. He hated everything she symbolized. Everything that he wasn't, everything he didn't
want to be. But now, staring at her, something inside him was so attracted to her. He could
feel a small part of himself actually wanting her. Why now, after all this time of hating?

Ranma looked away from the reflection's chest to her face. She had a nice face. Ranma-chan
smiled, and the reflection smiled at him. Her nose was small, as well as her mouth. Her eyes
were beautiful. But it was then, when Ranma looked into those eyes, that something clicked.

Those are MY eyes, she thought. My eyes; it's still me, nobody else.

It was then that it finally dawned on her. Whatever this person in the mirror looked like, guy or
girl, it was still Ranma Saotome. Ranma lifted a hand, and placed it against the cold crystal,
touching the reflection's hand. Ranma saw the girl in the mirror smiling as if she was happy to
see Ranma so close to her and Ranma felt for a moment like time around her had stopped
suddenly, leaving the two of them all alone. There was a feeling welling up inside her.
Something that felt natural and right. Again, Ranma's male mind became awash with curiosities.

Suddenly, in that one moment, there was no denying it. The girl looking in the mirror with such
warmth and longing was really him. This really was his body. For the past few days, the need
had been growing in him, sometimes, without him even realizing it. The need to understand this
body, and maybe understand a little of himself as well. He had begun acting on those needs for
the past few nights by constantly touching the breasts of his female form. But now, in the heat of
the moment, that need was burning hotter than it had ever been. So hot that it was now
invading his conscious thoughts. He still couldn't believe what he was actually considering, but
part of him felt that there was no running away from it anymore. The feelings were going to just
keep coming now that he could feel them inside this female body now. That body was still his
own, and he needed to know it, to understand it. To know what it was capable of feeling if he
was ever going to truly know himself again.

Maybe that was the main reason Ranma felt no shame when, like she'd done last night, she
started to touch her breasts. The girl in the mirror seemed to like it, as Ranma noticed a faint
smile crossing her lips. The mirage had started to touch her own breasts, gently running her
fingers over the large orbs, making them bounce up and down. Her skin was so soft and
smooth, like silk. The feeling of the delicate skin under her fingers seemed to enhance the
experience. From time to time, Ranma could feel waves of goosebumps peppering her body
and chills down her spine as her thin, nimble fingers softly tickled and squeezed the round
masses of flesh.

After a few minutes, Ranma began to feel a sensation between her legs. She remembered
feeling a similar sensation a couple nights ago when she had been touching her breasts in bed,
but it was still a sensation fairly new to her. Or maybe it was something she'd never paid
attention to before. Either way, Ranma's curiosity burned again. Acting on pure instinct, she
began to untie her black belt. Just then, her mind snapped back for a moment.

"Wait a minute," she thought out loud. Her eyes had strayed from her reflection for a moment
and noticed the reflection of the dojo door flung wide open. Ranma's bashfulness immediately
took hold. In his mind, this was something difficult enough for him to do without having to
worry about the possibility of an audience. Before making another move, she bolted to the
door and slid it shut with a hard shove.

Ranma breathed a sigh of relief, satisfied with at least the semblance of privacy. Though it was
a moot point, as her train of thought had been disrupted. Or had it? It was then that she
realized her karate shirt was still dangling around her waist. Immediately, she recognized the
familiar sensation of her breasts bouncing from when she ran to the door. An inkling of curiosity
sparking in her once again, she took a few quick hops on the floor to simulate the experience.
She could feel her breasts bouncing and rolling freely around her chest. Again, her attention
turned back to the reflection in the mirror and took a few more hops. The feeling of her breasts
bobbing and swaying combined with the sight actually added a little bit of that excitement back.
Ranma took note of her pink nipples, that were still swollen and firm from touching her breasts
just moments ago. Gently, she ran her fingertips along the pebble- hard buds, then, began
plucking them softly as she gradually found herself back at where she started, standing in front
of the mirror, fondling her breasts.

It wasn't long before the strange sensations Ranma felt between her legs began to return as well.
Once again, the initial curiosity sparked in her brain. This time though, with nothing to divert her
attention, she untied her black belt and allowed her pants to fall in the floor. She then followed
the action by letting her boxer shorts join her karate pants. The cool draft she felt on her skin
was enough of an indication that this was really happening. Soon, her eyes again reached to her
reflection. The girl in the mirror blushed, being completely exposed for Ranma to see her. Her
eyes gently probed and scanned every inch of the girl's body, slowly tracing down her flat
stomach and stopping just below her hips. There she saw the plump mound of flesh nestled
between her legs. Not a follicle of pubic hair stood to blemish the fleshy area, and every
delicate detail lay exposed before Ranma's eyes. She could see the soft outer folds beginning
to loosen and blush, forming a set of pouting, dark lips. The sight was enough to give Ranma
pause. Though she'd eyed her nude form many times in the past, this was the first time that
she'd given herself to such a meticulous examination. And there she stood, for what seemed
like an eternity, gazing in an almost twisted awe at the sight placed before her. Meanwhile that
new feeling began to well up again inside her between her legs. Something hot and…wet.

Ranma seemed frozen in time as she seemed completely unsure as to what to do next. All the
while, she could feel this new sensation insider her growing in intensity, like a drumbeat
pounding harder and harder. But what should she do? Should she…touch it? Oh, she didn't
dare. But still she wondered, was it really as soft and smooth as it looked. And it looked so
inviting.

With some mistrust, her right hand went down to her flat stomach, sliding farther down to her
pubic mound. With curiosity, her fingertips collided with the pouting flesh. Ranma almost
jumped as her fingers made contact, not so much from any physical sensation, but just at the
surprise that she had just crossed what she had always considered in the past to be a forbidden
frontier. At that instant, she almost pulled her hand away, but she held it fast. Almost as if she
could feel a conscious desire to see this through to the end. And she'd already gone this far.

Pausing a moment to take a deep breath and regain some of her composure, Ranma allowed
her hands to wander over the soft mound of flesh. It actually felt just like she thought it would,
soft and smooth. And it was warm. Very warm, and getting warmer with each passing moment
it seemed. As her fingers softly pressed and probed each fold they found, she tried her best to
keep herself calm, closing her eyes and breathing slow and deep.

Okay, she thought to herself, okay. There's nothing wrong. It's just touching, that's all it is.
There's nothing to feel uncomfortable about.

Before long, Ranma was satisfied with what she had discovered with her surface exploration,
but she could feel a need inside her to take it a step further. After her fingers fumbled around a
little more, they soon discovered the dip where her sex opened up. Again, Ranma felt a touch
uneasy to proceed, but again, she'd gone this far. And it was just touching. Nothing to worry
about, right? Slowly, delicately, she began to trace along the entrance. It was then that she
found her gaze returning to the girl in the mirror, and how gently she traced her opening with the
fingertips of her first and second finger. Ranma noticed a faint blush coming to her cheeks.

Ranma could feel the mound between her legs growing hotter and hotter as she continued to
stroke the tender slit nestled within. But within moments, she began to feel a warm, wet
sensation lingering on her fingers. Finally removing her hand and bringing it up to eye level,
Ranma noted the faint clear fluid on the tips of her fingers. It was thick and slippery as she
rubbed her thumb against her fingers. Again, Ranma's male mind darted back to the day
before. The fluid his penis excreted when he was masturbating as a man that day, it was
something very similar to this. It seemed to be some kind of natural lubricant.

Well, Ranma thought, that's…well, that's kind of gross.

Again, the pang of doubt reared in her head, but then Ranma looked back into the mirror. The
girl staring back still had the blush on her cheeks and the expression on her lips showed the
same confusion Ranma was feeling. But her eyes. There was something in her eyes urging
Ranma onward. A little further. Just a little further, Ranma could feel her eyes pleading.

Hmmm, she seems to like that, Ranma thought, an added curiosity sparking in her brain. Her
eyes panned down to her thighs, seeing the plump mound glistening with smears of fluid and her
male mind couldn't help but find something so alluring about it.

Ranma was finding it harder and harder to shake the uneasiness she was feeling as her hand
reached back down to stroke along her opening again. But the sight of her reflection in the
mirror seemed to make the whole process flow easier. Just staring at this girl in the mirror,
touching and stroking herself, Ranma couldn't deny that there was something definitely exciting
about it. Ranma noticed the girl's other hand had sneaked back to squeeze her large, soft
breasts. Even though Ranma was never given to having sexual fantasies, she did know how
exciting they could be and seeing her reflection in this way seemed to produce that same level of
excitement. She could feel her sex growing warmer and her juices flowing more freely.

Just then, Ranma's back arched slightly as she felt a peculiar sensation. It only lasted for a
second, but it was an intense, familiar sensation. Ranma knew this feeling, even though he
wasn't used to feeling this often. It was very similar to the same feeling he felt when he…

It was at that moment that Ranma realized exactly what she was now doing. Initially, her first
response was one of panic, but then he looked back at the girl in the mirror. Her cheeks were
still blushing and her face held a look of uncertainty and yes, even a little fear. But still, her eyes
maintained that pleading desperation. Something inside her wanted to go on. But Ranma
couldn't forget that the girl she'd been staring at all this time was still really herself.

Is this really what she wants?, Ranma asked. Is…is this really what…I want?

Ranma suddenly felt like her legs were made of jelly as she crumpled to the floor. Her eyes
were locked on her reflection. She again admired how wonderful the red head looked there,
sitting in the wooden floor. Her legs opened. Ranma could feel her cheeks blushing even
deeper as her eyes locked in the slit between the redhead's long, beautiful legs. The two petals
looked so smooth and shiny from the fluids. It was then that Ranma made a decision. Probably
the first conscious decision she'd made in days. Taking a deep breath, her hand reached down
and started rubbing her fingertips over her sex again. Her other hand slowly moved up to cradle
her breast for a moment and then began to squeeze.

Despite the excitement of seeing the girl in the mirror touching her breasts and stroking herself,
Ranma was still finding it hard to really get INTO the experience. Part of her conscious mind
was still half scared that someone would come in and catch her at any moment. After all, the
dojo was mostly just a big empty room for training. There'd be no place to run and hide if
someone came barging in. And she knew if she was caught right now, she'd never be able to
live it down, especially if that person who caught her was Akane. Still, at the same time, Ranma
could feel something welling up inside her, deep down at the core of her being. Something was
there, begging to be released. She would just have to keep digging until she found it.

Again, her eyes wandered over the delicious sight in front of her. There it was, a beautiful girl,
naked, sitting with her legs open, gently rubbing her sex. The soft lips molded under the gentle
pressure of the fingers. And gradually, Ranma's inhibitions lessened and she became more and
more excited.

Ranma then looked back at herself a moment. There she was as well, exactly like the girl in the
mirror: naked, with her legs spread open, and her two fingertips covering and tracing the slit
with all the soft skin. More curiosities began to bubble in her brain. She felt this…urge to know
more.

Still, Ranma had never seen something like what she saw when she spread her outer lips apart.
Her eyes grew ever wider in amusement. She was impressed. Her inner lips, and then, inside,
her clitoris and her love tunnel. But Ranma knew practically nothing about what she was seeing.
Her breath was rapid and she was definitely getting nervous. She'd never studied female
anatomy in that particular situation. She'd never studied female anatomy PERIOD. She knew
what some of these female parts were called, but other than that…All she could do was try to
keep control of herself and think.

"This is natural, it's nothing bad" she murmured, again trying to build her courage, "I mean,
come on, you wanted this, right?"

She started gently caressing herself again, taking care not to hurt herself. Gradually, her body
began to respond more and more to the caresses of her fingers and eventually, it reached the
point where she began to instinctively moan softly under her breath. Her fingers passed her lips
and started lightly touching inside. More sensations followed, and Ranma closed her eyes as
louder moans began to escape her lips.

Meanwhile, Ranma's other hand continued caressing her breasts. Admittedly, she wasn't
focusing on the breasts as much because in the last few days, she'd begun to learn what
pleasure could be felt there. Still, every little bit helps, and Ranma was feeling so nervous at this
point that feeling the pleasure in her breasts was almost a soothing feeling. So Ranma began to
consciously focus there more, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her hard, swollen nipples.

Before long, Ranma was starting to breathe faster as her heart pounded in her chest. The
feelings she was beginning to receive at this point were so intense that she could hardly believe it
was real. It was a dream-like experience. To reaffirm where she was, she opened her eyes
wide and looked into the mirror. But at that time, it almost seemed like Ranma was having an
out-of-body experience. The girl in the mirror had an expression of pleasure in her face
although Ranma felt so nervous. She closed her eyes and started to rub again. Suddenly, a
powerful sensation struck her brain and Ranma arched her back. Not being able to restrain
herself, she moaned deeply.

Ranma found herself strangely smiling as her fluids covered her fingers. It now seemed as if she
understood what was happening inside her body. She rubbed herself more and more, her body
beginning to shiver with pleasure. She was enjoying the experience so much...Then, Ranma
started to run the tip of her first finger around the opening of her love channel. It was a feeling
so hard to explain! A deep pleasure, so deep that it was almost unbearable. It almost hurt, but
she loved the sensation. She pushed her finger up to her first knuckle, sliding it gently, and
then…

"Ahhhhhh" she moaned as she passed up to her third knuckle. Her vagina clamped her finger
and she felt it was so tight that it would get stuck there inside. But soon she learned it wasn't
stuck. In fact, the way the inner walls closed around her finger, it was as if it had molded to a
perfect fit. Ranma wiggled her finger around inside her as best she could and the sensation
caused her groan. She felt so... so full. This was something definitely new. Taking special care,
Ranma slowly began to pump her finger in and out.

"Ohhhh, it's…it just feels so…good," she said.

Part of her still couldn't believe that she was doing this, but the part urging her onward was now
stronger than the part that was telling her to back away. The sensation of her penetrating finger
gave her an incredible rush inside her. She could feel an intense stimulus as her finger stroked
and rubbed along her inner walls, while her finger felt a sort of stimulus too. It was hot and wet
inside and the feeling of her inner muscles fitting perfectly around her finger, it was actually
almost comfortable. She also found the delicate sounds reaching her ears to be arousing as
well, the soft squishing and slurping caused by her smearing fluids. But before long, her finger
began to ache, being squeezed harder and harder by the tight muscles. Pulling out her finger,
she started to rub again, fondling herself.

Before long Ranma suddenly felt something hard between her lower lips, something she hadn't
really paid attention to before. Her instincts fully in control now, she reached to touch it, and
received a shock of pleasure so intense that she shuddered and her hips bounced over the floor.
She had just pressed her clit with her two first fingertips and it was amazing. She had noticed it
before staring in the mirror, but had paid it no notice. It seemed now that that was a mistake.
Even whenever Ranma had masturbated as a man, he'd never felt anything THAT intense.
Again, the urge to continue carried her forward. She let out a loud moan and then started to rub
again, focusing only in her swollen clitoris. She was getting faster and faster and the sensations
started to strike her uncontrollably. Her pelvis moved faster, while her fingers worked hard.
Her other hand clamped onto her breast and squeezed tightly.

Ranma felt like a part of her was losing control. The sensations were striking her all at once
from all sides. Sensations of pleasure, almost of pain. She was sweating and her warm fluids
coated her fingers making herself slippery and nice to the touch. Her sex continued to slurp
between her fingers as she moaned harder and harder. An odor then began to reach her
nostrils. A thick, musky scent that seemed to completely saturate the air. Her eyes meanwhile,
continued to stare in the mirror at the young girl who seemed lost in her own waves of pleasure.
It added further to the excitement, the intensity of the moment. It seemed to make the
sensations she was feeling even stronger.

Suddenly her moans stopped. Her throat seemed incapable of making any noise at all as she
felt frozen for a second. Then, as if a fire had burst inside of her, the full force of the sensations
struck her completely. Her could feel every muscle in her body, even the ones in her sex,
rapidly tensing and releasing all at once. She fell backwards to the floor, her hand clamped onto
her breast as tight as she could and rubbing herself furiously, trying to soothe her climax. This
final stride seemed to last forever as Ranma felt her entire body thrown into spasms, her hips
trembling, her arms and legs buckling. Eventually though, the sensations subsided and Ranma
just completely collapsed in a heap.

It took a few minutes for Ranma to find the strength to pull herself back into a sitting position.
Her whole body felt completely limp and spent. Dragging herself up, she looked into the mirror
again. The girl staring back seemed to have a mixture of emotions on her face. Exhaustion, a
little embarrassment, and yes, even a little fear. But at the same time, there was another feeling.
A feeling of…satisfaction. Of being free, possibly for the first time ever. She seemed to take
some happiness in that. Ranma just sat there for a moment, staring at the girl, her clothes
dangling limp around her sweaty, panting body. She looked like she'd been put through the
wringer, but at the same time, she looked so…beautiful. Ranma knew this was something she
wasn't going to forget anytime soon. Her first climax as a girl.

"Wow," was the only word Ranma seemed able to emit from her lips.

It took a few minutes for Ranma to regain herself again, but soon, she remembered exactly
where she was. This was no place to be caught sitting down naked. She also noticed some of
her juices had trickled onto the floor. The musky aroma still filled the air in the room. That,
combined with how she looked, all sweaty and exhausted and it wouldn't be hard for someone
to put two and two together if they walked in. Ranma hurriedly threw her karate outfit back
around her body and began to remove all evidence of what had just happened. She threw open
the doors to air out the dojo, cleaned her fluids off the floor with a wet washcloth and put the
mirror back into the house. Then for good measure, she heated some water in a pan to change
back into a boy.

It seemed to take forever for the water to heat up, but eventually, it reached the right
temperature to turn Ranma back. As she lifted the pan however, she caught the glimpse of her
faint reflection in the mirror and immediately the events of the past half hour filled her head.
Ranma paused for a moment, staring at her reflection and sighed.

"We'll talk about this later," she said, raising the pan over the sink and setting the water free.

As a final measure, Ranma changed out of his karate outfit and tossed it into the laundry to
remove any fluids his girl form may have left behind. Then, he changed to some everyday
clothes, satisfied that all the evidence had been removed. Not a moment too soon either,
because just as Ranma had finished changing, he heard a familiar sound.

"Hello!" Akane called from downstairs, "Anyone at home?"

Ranma was quick to slide down the banister in order to see the rest of the Tendo family piling
into the house. The familiar sight of a panda lumbered close behind, weighed down with
grocery bags like a pack mule.

"Hey Ranma," Akane turned to face him, "Oh, don't tell me you've been asleep until now."

"For your information, I just finished some training and was changing when you started
bellowing," Ranma replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Alright. Jeez, no need to bite my head off," Akane said, immediately on the defensive.

"Honestly, you're awful uppity today," she muttered as she walked into the kitchen.

Ranma immediately realized his error, but it was too early to do anything about it now. He'd
have to wait until he knew Akane was in a better mood to do something about it. So he walked
outside and took a seat on the outside deck. He needed to clear his head anyway. His earlier
experience definitely had him thinking. A few minutes later, He turned to see Akane walking out
dressed in her karate outfit. She didn't even look in his direction as she spoke.

"Should I ask you for a sparring match, or are you just going to yell at me again?" she said
sarcastically.

"I didn't yell at you Akane," Ranma stated defensively, in a tone indicating that he didn't want to
argue about it, "But to tell you the truth, I'm a little tired right now. I just need to relax and clear
my head a little."

"Hmph, suit yourself," Akane said. With that, she walked across the yard to the dojo.

Ranma sighed. No doubt about it, Akane was still a little mad at him. Best to let things cool
over for a while before saying anything. Or better yet, maybe she'd forget the situation entirely.

"Hmmm, it's a little musty in here," Akane said as she walked inside. Ranma immediately felt a
chill down his spine and his body tensed as Akane looked out the door at him.

"Hey Ranma, you know how hot it gets at this time of year. Next time, leave the door open
when you're training, okay?"

"Uhh…yeah, sure, no-no problem," Ranma said with a hint of relief, chuckling nervously.

The rest of the day passed by without much incident. But the events of what had happened that
morning never strayed far from Ranma's mind. That night, he lied awake in bed, his hands
behind his head as he tried to make some kind of sense as to how his actions would affect him
and where he would go from here now. His thought were diverted momentarily by Genma's
panda groan as he wiggled around beside him and went back to sleep. In a way, part of Ranma
wished Genma had just fallen asleep downstairs watching T.V. again. He really needed to be
alone with his thoughts right now.

No doubt about it, the events of that morning had a profound impact on Ranma. In a span of
20 minutes, he learned more about his female side than he ever dared to before, and flurry of
questions pummeled his brain. Immediately, his thoughts drifted to other girls he knew.
Shampoo, Ukyo, Akane. He had to wonder if they ever indulged in that kind of self-pleasuring.
Nabiki's actions from a couple nights ago would seem to indicate yes. But there was still so
much Ranma didn't know and suddenly questions he never would have considered a few days
ago suddenly began popping up into his conscious mind.

Most questions Ranma found asking, much to his surprise, revolved around whether or not his
female body could get MORE pleasure, and if so, how. The whole experience, it had just been
so…intense. And Ranma had only been really HALF into it. He never felt this so much in his
male form. He really only felt pleasure in one area. But when he was a girl, his whole body felt
like one big sexual device. Pleasure could be felt almost anywhere. If he did it again, and knew
more, went into it full force, gave it his all, what heights of ecstasy could his female body feel? It
was these questions that truly terrified Ranma, because it was those questions that hit right to the
reality of the situation. Whatever state of mind he might have been in that morning, there was a
part of him that enjoyed what had happened. A part of him that liked it. And a part of him that
wanted more.

This just made the overall situation even more frightening because there was no one it seemed,
that he could talk to about this. Soun and Genma? Out of the question for obvious reasons.
Besides, those two can't even solve their own problems, let alone anyone else coming to them
for help. Akane was a no go too. She thought of him as a pervert half the time anyway, God
only knows what she would think about this. Nabiki? She'd just gloat. Kasumi? Kasumi
would be…well…Kasumi. Out of desperation, his mind drifted momentarily to Shampoo or
Ukyo, but he immediately decided against it. There was absolutely no telling what either of
those two would think to attempt if he went to them about this. Ranma sighed as he turned
over. It wasn't the first time he felt alone in a challenge, but this time was different. This time,
he found himself wondering if he really had the strength to face this on his own. He didn't
remember when exactly he found himself drifting off to sleep…

"AHHHH! COLD! COLD! COLD!"

Once again, the morning calm in the house was shattered with a girl's yelps. Ten seconds later,
the bathroom door burst open and Ranma's head poked through, water dripping from her red
hair.

"KASUMI!" she yelled, "What's with the water?!?!"

"The plumber will be here this afternoon, Ranma," Kasumi called from the kitchen.

Ranma sighed and went back to her bath, trying her best to shut out the cold. But as she
walked by the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Immediately, memories of
yesterday cropped up in her mind. Looking at her soft cheeks, creamy skin, large, round
breasts with the pink nipples swollen and hard from the cold water, all Ranma found herself
thinking of was the same vision of this girl the day before. Sitting on the hard wood floor of the
dojo, her legs spread, tenderly stroking the soft petals nestled within.

Ranma closed her eyes and turned away from the mirror, wanting to just return to her bath. She
sat on the stool and picked up the bar of soap, but when she reached up to her chest to start
washing, her hand suddenly paused. Ranma simply stared down at her breasts, her entire body
refusing to move. It's like she felt paralyzed. She tried again to reach over to touch, but again
her hand froze in mid-air. Memories of the day before came back to her in a flood. Ranma
sighed with a hint of frustration as she rose to her feet once again. Turning around, she walked
a few paces to once again face her reflection.

"Alright, I guess it's later," she said in the direction of the mirror, "We need to talk."

Ranma paused for a moment as she cleared her throat. It was almost as if she knew what to
say, but she didn't know what to say.

"Look, yesterday was just…a bit of a shock. I mean, there was something good about what
happened. I don't regret it. At least…I don't THINK I do. It's just…it's just that I'm…I'm
just so confused here. I don't know what to do."

Ranma sighed and looked dead into the eyes staring back from the mirror.

"But I guess it's true after all. Whether we like it or not, I guess we're stuck with each other. I
guess I didn't realize it until just yesterday that I feel the same things you do when I'm like this.
As much as I hate to admit it, maybe Nabiki's right. Maybe I need to get to know you better.
Maybe I can make you a part of my life. After all…I guess you're…me."

Ranma reached up and softly placed her hand to the glass.

"Look, I'm…I'm going to need your help here. I can't go to anyone else about this, so it looks
like it's just you and me. So…I'm counting on you, okay? I need you to tell me about this
body. I need you to show me how it works. How it feels. How I can use it. You're really the
only one I can turn to. Can I count on you to do that?"

Ranma looked into the face of her reflection, who returned her gaze with a warm smile. It
seemed to be all the answer Ranma needed. Ranma's expression switched to a determined grin
as she closed her eyes and stepped back, reasserting herself.

"But first, I'm going to set some ground rules right now, okay? First of all, I'm going to keep
being a guy for as long as I can. Second, I'm not going to start wearing bras or panties or
make-up or anything like that. And third, if I EVER find a cure for this, you and me, we're
going our separate ways. Deal?"

Again, the grin from her reflection seemed to be all the answer Ranma required.

"Alright then," Ranma said, determined, "Let's see what we can do."

Ranma was still a little nervous when she returned to her bath, but somehow, she felt a renewed
confidence. It was as if something inside her knew if anything felt wrong or uncomfortable, her
body would tell her. After a few minutes, she rinsed herself off and slid into the tub. The water
was cold, but recent thoughts were more than enough to pre-occupy her mind. In a way, the
experiences of the past few days had kind of given Ranma a new respect. Before, she'd always
kind of taken her body for granted. Her natural male body as well as her female one. But now,
Ranma seemed to have developed a new perspective. Possibly a new way of thinking. Of
looking at herself. From a martial artists perspective, it might make her better. Stronger. For a
moment, she mentally shuddered at the thought of Nabiki being right in what she said a few days
ago. Ranma could only imagine the gloats and taunts she'd launch. But then again, Nabiki
didn't have to know, did she?

Stepping out of the tub, she began to dry herself off. This time though, unlike other times, she
didn't nervously rush drying her female body, but instead, she slowed to a natural drying pace.
Even drying around her breasts and between her legs. The soft towel rubbed over her nipples
and her clit, which had plumped and hardened from the cold water, causing little sparks of
sensation. Yet, Ranma did not shrink from these sensations, but in a strange way welcomed
them. After all, they were her sensations. Strangely, they seemed more natural now than they
ever had before.

Ranma had just finished drying and had gotten as far as putting on her boxer shorts when she
heard a knock at the door.

"Ranma," Akane said, walking in with a pot of warmed water, "Kasumi thought you might want
this."

"Ah, thanks. I'll be right down" Ranma slipped on her pants and tank top, then took the pot
from Akane's hand. As she lifted the pot over her head, she noticed Akane still standing there.

"Something wrong?" Ranma asked, "What's up?"

"Well…nothing really," Akane replied hurriedly, "It's just that…were you talking to someone?"

Ranma paused. A tiny chill crawled down her spine.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I was down the hall a few minutes ago and I heard you mumbling. I wasn't sure about
what. I know it's stupid, but I just thought you might have been talking to someone."

Ranma closed her eyes and let out a hollow chuckle. In a situation like this, the less Akane
knew would probably be for the better.

"No. No, I was just thinking out loud is all. I guess you could say that I was making peace
with some issues I've been having."

"Really? Like what?"

Ranma simply waved her hand in dismissal.

"Oh, nothing important. Maybe not to you anyway. Just clearing my head."

"Oh…Well…okay," Akane turned to leave, yet there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Just then…

"Akane?"

She turned back to Ranma.

"You know that craziness that was going on with me for the last few days. It's all taken care
of."

Ranma flashed a confident half grin Akane's way, and Akane's eyes danced for a moment as
she smiled. But a few seconds later, she regained her composure and shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah well, that's all well and good. I mean, it was your problem, right? Not like it was my
business or anything. I'll tell Kasumi you'll be down in a few minutes, okay?"

Akane was trying to sound like her usual tough self. Still, Ranma detected a small skip in her
step as she walked outside. She chuckled a little at the sight and once again reached for the
pot. As she raised it above her head, she once again caught her reflection. The mood of the
girl staring back at her seemed…almost calm. As if she had finally found some measure of
peace. Ranma smiled.

"I guess I'll see you around," she said.

Pouring the water, Ranma dried his hair before picking up his shirt and walking outside for
breakfast.

The End

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