EXPERIMENT

      A Ranma 1/2 fanfic by Jonathan S. Haas

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      The below story was inspired by... well, never mind what inspired it. 
      The important thing is that it's a *lemon*. It's the first lemon that I've 
      written, and probably the last and only. Consider yourself warned: the 
      below story contains some course language, and explicit descriptions of 
      sexual acts. If you are not interested in reading adult-oriented material, 
      or you are below legal age in your jurisdiction, please stop reading now.

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      Still with me? Just wanted to add that as far as lemons go, this one is 
      pretty mild. I just couldn't bring myself to write the harder stuff. Hope 
      you enjoy it anyway.

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      Why don't I mind? Well, that's kind of a long story. It starts off with 
      me, Akane, Akane's bed, and a big bucketful of cold water.

      Of course we've done it while I've been in my girl form. We've been 
      married for nearly four years now. You think it's easy trying to keep a 
      sex life interesting for that long? You take every new twist you can.

      I was the one who suggested it first. She called me a pervert, and gave 
      me a token malleting, but I could tell she was interested in the idea, and 
      maybe even a little excited. She'd been playfully hinting about it for 
      months. And so that night, when I came to bed, I wore a female body and 
      the sultriest nightgown I could borrow from Nabiki.

      She was shy and hesitant at first, so I started off doing all the work. 
      All of the stuff I did to her I'd done as a man anyway, and I think it 
      helped put her at ease. I shivered the first time she nervously kissed my 
      nipples, lightly flicking her tongue across them. I'd played with my own 
      nipples many times as a girl, but this was the first time I'd felt 
      someone's mouth on them.

      And don't give me any shit for playing with myself as a girl, neither. 
      You would too. Admit it. And believe me, it feels nice. They can feel 
      things that we can only dream of. That night, I discovered just how good 
      it really can feel.

      That was only the first time, of course. Since then, we've done it many 
      times... nearly as often as we do it when I'm a man. Akane's developed 
      quite a taste for it, if you'll pardon the pun. And yeah, she's used 
      various... objects on me now and then. Unmanly? Feh. I enjoyed it, she 
      enjoyed it, how could it be wrong? Then one day, she came up with an idea.

      She blindfolded me, stripped me naked, and poured a glassful of cool 
      water over my head. I felt my genitals shrinking up inside me, turning 
      inside out, changing forms. My center of gravity shifted forward as my 
      ample (if I do say so myself) breasts grew out. I felt the familiar 
      pinching sensation at my midsection as my waist tapered and my hips 
      flared. And then she led me by the hand, to the bathroom if my sense of 
      direction was working right. First my left hand, then my right was placed 
      in an icy bath. I could feel the water sucking the heat from my arms, as 
      the chill spread throughout my whole body.

      Then she took off my blindfold. I was indeed in the bathroom, standing 
      right in front of the tub. It was filled with steaming water. My arms were 
      soaking in a smaller washbasin full of ice water. Akane knelt naked beside 
      me. "Now step forward," she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

      I complied. Instantly, the heat from the tub started climbing up my 
      legs, changing me as it went. My thighs grew masculine, as did my loins, 
      but just above there, the change stopped. My midsection shivered through a 
      weird equilibrium, where hot warred with cold, and my waistline shimmered 
      up and down as the balance shifted.

      "Now *that's* interesting," she said, just before her hand came up to 
      tweak my feminine nipples, while her mouth engulfed my most decidedly 
      masculine other parts. The combination was an overwhelming torrent of 
      pleasure that I'd never felt before -- that maybe no human being alive had 
      ever felt before. What happened then? I ain't providing the details. Use 
      your imagination. If you want whacking material, go rent a movie. Some 
      things are too private to tell just anyone.

      I'm just trying to explain to you why it is that I don't mind my curse 
      so much anymore. Are you sorry you asked?