I always thought Ranma was a little funny... I mean what’s with wanting to spend
more time in a bath with Ryoga over any of his would-be suitors?!  At the very
least, this teases with the idea of Ranma taking his girl-side body and boy-side
understanding of the male contemporary and skewing it.  My style does heap the
TV show characters, so be warned manga purists.  What follows is a mild lemony
story (at least by my standards).
RANMA ½  - Quick change for a quick change

Akane Tendo was used to fighting off boys, but today seemed very different. 
Going through the school day, she had overheard the whole male student body
whispering and mentioning something ‘happening’.  Now in mid-day, the hallways
of Furienkan high had become strangely missing of boys.  Also, Ranma seemed to
be avoiding her since they got here.  She could only suspect something Ranma had
something to do with all of this.  And if he was involved, it had to be
perverted or provoking.  Or both.  Akane noticed Nabiki, and turned to face her.
“So Akane… where is Ranma these days?”  Nabiki leaned against the corridor
windows overlooking the pool, her brown eyes downcast.
“How should I know?” Akane said defensively, tightening her hold on her bookbag.
“He is your betrothed is he not?  Anyway, rumors are he’s finding a way to make
some extra cash; to go back to China undoubtedly.”
Akane snorted.  “Knowing him it’s probably by helping Ukyo at her restaurant!”
Akane’s dark hair frazzled, as a large vein went down her head. Her satchel
creaked under her vise-like grip.  “Or with Shampoo!”  An eerie glow surrounded
Akane at the thought of Ranma alone with them.  “That pervert!  I’ve got half a
mind to -“
“Calm down.” Nabiki said coolly, waving her head side to side.  “I hear it’s
within the school.”
Akane unclenched her hands.  “What?  Hmm.”  She looked at her sister.  “I wonder
what it could be?”

“Alright everyone, if you haven’t already, pay your dues right here.” Ranma was
waiting open handed, dressed in a solid ruby teddy and matching panties and
garterbelt.  Inside one of the gym equipment rooms, among the volleyball cages
and baseball bats, Ranma stood in the center of a throng of eager high school
students.  She tapped her heeled feet on the hard wood floor impatiently at a
student fumbling in his wallet.  Her fiery stockings were flush with wads of
bills.  She was trying her best to sound and act feminine, but the whole idea of
what she had to do had her shuddering.
Well… here I am she thought.  Standing half-naked in front of a bunch of these
losers, they’re so pathetic.  If I ever wanna be a real guy again this will be
the only time I have to do this though.
“HEY!” She belted one eager student who pinched her rear.  “No touching jerk!
Got that?”  He groaned and had a lump the size of a cantaloupe on his skull.  Oh
well, if he doesn’t wake, I’m keeping the money.  One thing was for sure; she
was making sure no one got in free.  As she made it to the end of the line, she
was shocked to see Hiragi and Daisuke there.  “Wha? What are you two doing
here!”
“Hey we heard about it from everyone else!”  Daisake blurted, looking Ranma
over.
“No way!  Get outta here now!”
“Hey! We’re paying customers like everyone else!” Hiragi stamped his foot.
“Yeah! Look!” Daisake flashed Ranma the money they had saved.  “It’s a good
thing we heard about this ahead of time, this money wasn’t easy to get you know. 
Lunch prices are really going up, and to go without meat buns for--“
“Yeah, yeah.” Ranma spat.  Maybe if I just close my eyes I can ignore them. 
Remember that the money will get me through this. “What do I look like a bank? 
If you don’t got exact change, you’ll just have to give me all of it!” Ranma
swiped the large bills from Hiragi and Daisuke’s hands.
Ranma took a hard look around the room and shut the door.  Wouldn’t it be great
if Happosai or the Principal caught wind of this.  “Alright fellas, its show
time!”
The excited youths began to bicker and fight amongst themselves, causing havoc.
“No no you idiots!” Ranma yelled.  “Do you want to draw so much attention?  One
at a time. Starting with you.” Ranma pointed to one student, who silently
thanked his maker that he was first.
Could not do this the easy way; could you Ranma, she thought.  Wanted to flash
your goodies, but noooo… had to get Nabiki involved.  ‘Blowjobs can make a hell
of a lot more than peep shows Saotome’ she said.  Well she did get the word out,
without spilling the beans to Akane or the staff.   Besides I need lots of cash
if she’s taking a hit off of the profits.
“Okay stud.” Ranma said, taking the first by the hand and leading him to the
center.  “Here’s how it works.  You drop your pants, I give you a little suck,
and you splotch it right here.” She pointed to the ample bust of her cleavage. 
Ranma got down on her knees and sighed.  Crap this gonna be a long day.  Maybe I
should get something to cushion these legs, I’ll be down here awhile.  It’s not
really sex if you don’t look at them.
The boy wasted no time in freeing himself, in fact, it met her halfway.  She
grinned.  Well at least I can hope half of them will go premature.  Now don’t
look up and just take it… like a woman?
	Ranma kissed the crown first, drawing awe from the audience.  She proceeded to
lick it this way and that, having never done this before, it at least seemed
right.  She toyed the tip of her tongue into the slit, and felt the guy shiver
as she brought her hand to grab the manhood.  Is this right? If I had a dick
right now, this should feel good…  The lucky ‘stiff’ hung his head back and
drooled, not that Ranma could tell, her pigtail was bobbing back and forth with
her motions.  Her tongue danced around the shaft, while her small hand worked
the hilt, stroking it repeatedly.  Hmm. It’s really not that bad.  What the fuck
am I saying?  This is a guy!  I’m a guy, well, soon to be 100% guy!  I don’t
think about this stuff!  Except that dream with Ryoga… Why was I even thinking
of that?  What am I turning into??
Ranma began to lose control of her attention, and increased her speed.  Many of
the students were fixated bug-eyed at the spectacle, and some began to stain
their pants even now- whether grabbing at their own tools, or unable to hold
their raw lust.  As Ranma took him all the way into the back of her mouth, the
youth let out a gargle and…
“GAAAAAAAKK!!!” Ranma flew off of him, her mouth full of semen.  Well at least
it was, before she became so startled she swallowed it.  “I swallowed it!  I
swallowed it!” She wailed.  Her blue eyes shook, fighting tears.  She cast a
look up at her ‘first’; who had an expression of total euphoria on his face. 
Oblivious and stupid.  “You fuck!” Ranma growled, and punched him in the crotch.
“GOIK!” The newly dubbed soprano screamed, and fell over.
“Damn it! Damn it!” Ranma wiped the cum from her lips.  “All of you!  OUT NOW!”
Groans and protest filled the room.
“Hey that’s not fair!”
“I want my money back!”
“We want some too!”
“Can we stuck it in your pussy then?” Daisuke suggested.
“NO!” Ranma kicked him, sending him reeling.
“How about where the sun don’t shine?”
“OUT! OUT! OUT!”  Ranma went ballistic on them all.

	Weeping, Ranma was dressed in normal Chinese clothes, she sat alone on top of a
roof, where no one would bother her.  She had skipped the rest of the day, and
could never face Akane now.  Ranma looked at the high heels she had worn and
threw them.  (Where they hit a bicyclist and caused an accident, but that’s
another story).  She felt angry, but strangely she could not place to whom. 
“Why couldn’t it have been Ryoga…” she heard her surprised lips mutter.

All’s well that ends well, or does it?  In the realm of hentai, who knows?
Hopefully this little side story, while a little long in the tooth, had enough
character to make it seem believable?--T