Playing With Water part 1 - Playing with Fire by Kanomi ---------- Nabiki Tendo was ecstatic. Here in her hands was a source of pleasure that made her want to sing out loud. Again, she hefted the pottery jar, weighing it. It was sealed with leather stretched across its opening, and a string tied around it. It looked like some ancient piece of historic garbage belonging in a museum. But it wasn't. Unable to resist, she shook it a little, hearing the water stir and splash inside. Yes. Water. Simple water. But oh so many adventures had been required to get it here. Not adventures for her, of course. Nabiki Tendo didn't get mixed up in things that way. She's used contacts. Accomplices of contacts of people who owed her services or money. This water was the proof that her power extended much further than she had thought at first. For this was water from the springs of Jusenkyo. This was water from the spring of drowned man. It was a proof of her power. But it was also power in itself. Magic! Yen signs danced before her eyes as she contemplated how much to extort from those who would wish to purchase some of it from her. There was a lot of water in this jar. Certainly enough for Ranma and Mr. Saotome, and Mousse and Ryouga. And probably enough for a few other schemes. Oh the joy. A little less restraint and she would have sung and danced! This happiness made her a bit light-headed. It added a little swing to her stride. In short, it made for a perfect opportunity for the otherwise gracefully ported Nabiki to stumble. To stumble and fumble the jar. Imagine, if you will, that timeless moment as the jar slipped from of Nabiki's fingers. As she tried to reach for it, grazing its side with her fingertips. Picture the archetypical slow-motion of its graceful arc to the ground as Nabiki saw an enormous amount of money escaping her grasp. And then, still in this moment of perfect clarity, she realized what was going to happen. Instead of reaching for it, Nabiki started trying to move back. But everything was sluggish, she was fighting against mollasses-like inertia. And the jar kept on arching to the ground. Time resumed its course. The jar crashed upon the floor with a loud noise followed by the, it seems, inevitable splashing of the water right at her. Nabiki, dripping, stood motionless for a moment. She hadn't *felt* anything. Well, that wasn't quite true. She *could* feel that her clothes did not fit her so well anymore. He blouse was too small. Her shorts... *much* too tight. Stupidly, yet knowing exactly what had happened to her, she stared at the broken jar, which still contained some of the water. Of the water from the spring of drowned man. Nabiki stared and stared some more, before she let a single syllable escape her lips. "No." And then again, "No!" "Nonononononono!" she said over and over frantically, as she started feeling herself and finding a stranger's body. With none of the curves she was used to, and with a more angular form.. And with an extra... An extra that made her shorts seem much to tiny. Nabiki Tendo, still in this rush of emotions and denial, turned to the full length mirror she kept next to her closet, an extravagance from her youth and stared at herself. Or rather, at himself. For, although gorgeous and recognizable as herself, Nabiki was now quite clearly male. "Noooooooooooo.." ----------------------------------------- After carefully saving as much of the cursed water as was left in the broken jar, Nabiki took a long, hot bath, not just to relax and reflect on the lost profits... but also to make sure she was still a girl. Well, profits could be made up. After all, it was a free market of offer and demand. She could charge more since there seemed to be only enough left for one person now. As for herself. Ah! Ranma had always had a lot of troubles with his curse, but then Ranma wasn't Nabiki Tendo! She'd show this curse who was the boss around here. Nabiki laid her head back and soaked for a very long time, thinking and planning. ----------------------------------------- It had been a week. One single week. She had been able to keep her secret up to now, even though there'd been some close calls. She'd had to carry changes of clothes. And she always kept one of those mini retractable umbrellas at hand. Still, water found her so often that she had to conclude it was some part of the curse. She'd never been splashed by so much water in all the rest of her life as she'd been in this last week. Maybe Ranma wasn't such a whiny loser after all. Just last night, she'd been in the bathroom. She'd been nude and male, and had intended to go right ahead and get into the furo, in a hurry to get back to normal. But no, life-long habits and politeness ingrained had forced her to wash up first.. Which was when Kasumi had walked in. Nabiki had been able to hide behind some towels, as Kasumi had disrobed and carefully washed herself, before settling into the furo. To her horror, Nabiki had found herself getting an erection! Her sister was beautiful.. But still, this was like the dissolution of her true self. This was such a very *male* reaction. She needed a solution, and fast! Nabiki Tendo would not be the playtoy of this curse. ----------------------------------------- Another day, another zany adventure. Nabiki was starting to be frustrated to no end. She wondered if Ranma ever had those kinds of encounters. Ah! She was beginning to think Ranma had it easy. He could not, no, never, be as marked by the curse as she was. Take for example yesterday. She had been turned into a guy right outside the gym complex. She, thankfully, had been wearing unisex clothes, and hadn't had to run to change. She had almost laughed out loud at the way fate had missed for once. No, instead of looking like a pervert going around in girl's clothes, she had found herself accosted by a group of young girls. Within moments, they had become very demanding, trying to force Nabiki to take them (or rather, each one trying to for herself on Nabiki) for a date, for a kiss, for a quick grope behind the school. Nabiki, yes, Her, Nabiki Tendo, had lost her, mm, his cool, and ran off. Somehow, that had been the wrong thing to do. Immediately, she had picked a larger group of groups following. Something about this school made for easy posse. Finaly, Nabiki had been able to lose them and hide in a dark shed. Only to discover she wasn't alone in it. The girl, Nabiki never did find out who it was, threw herself against Nabiki's gorgeously bishonen body, rubbing herself against him, running her hands all over his body. Nabiki had reacted immediately, unable to control the rousing of her sex. This girl, this wanton, shameless girl, had then sunk to her knees, yanked down Nabiki's slacks, and proceeded to blow her off expertly. Nabiki, stunned, had allowed her to continue, until she'd spilled her jizz into that hungry, sucking mouth. When Nabiki had staggered out, she hadn't looked back and made her way in the most direct line for hot water (when she had realized the consequences of her curse, she had mapped the school, and found all the spots where you could acquire hot water), to change back. That was yesterday. Today, for some reason, Kodachi, of all people, had fixated her ardeurs on her. Or rather, on her male half. And, you see, Nabiki knew one thing about herself. Yes, she had a black belt in kempo and in karate. But you know what? Around Nerima, that counted for squat. Take that loony Kodachi who had been following her all day calling her dreamy and gorgeous. Would any of Nabiki's martial knowledge even -slow- her down. Well it hadn't. Kodachi had wrapped her up with her ribbon and pulled her close. She'd whispered sweet nothings into her ear while she'd felt up Nabiki's male body. She'd then dragged Nabiki off, and on a 'date'. Nabiki had never known Kodachi was this far off her hinges. She'd kept up a nice conversation the whole while, even before Nabiki's threats, pleas, curses. She'd managed to feed her, snuggle up to her.. She'd even brought Nabiki to a -theater- to watch a movie... And announced that Nabiki was the one taking her out! Then there had been .. Kodachi's bedroom. Nabiki had been so sure she was going to get raped right there. But, thankfully, she had worked her bonds all night, and when Kodachi went to freshen up, as she put it, Nabiki crawled off, found some hot water, and stumbled home. The most disgusting thing about the whole affair was that Nabiki found herself masturbating now, remembering how Kodachi had smelled, how she had felt when she had hugged her, her proud bust crushed to her, the warm body wriggling up against hers. Nabiki felt weak. But she was so awesomely aroused. ------------------------------- Frustration builds and arousal tends to grows, especially during adolescence. Nabiki found this out for herself, when, during gym class, she noticed she was trying to decide if it was any of her classmates who had given her that delightful blow job two days previous. So distracted was she, that she barely heard the teacher when she called her for the third time. "Yes sensei!" she exclaimed, forgetting her classmates to perform as flawless a jump as she could make it. Later, during class, at another moment of idleness, she found herself eying her classmates again. Evaluating them. On a deeper level, she found herself affraid of what she was becoming. Eying her friends. Checking them out, as they say. "Oh Kiddy as large breasts, I bet that'd be fun to play with, but Miki had such long legs, so sexy, and..." Nabiki shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts of these primitive (in her opinion) male thoughts and urges. But after class, she found herself almost welcoming a splash of water, and seeking out the girl from before. She found her. Her name was Iris, she was pretty and had lovely eyes. And when Nabiki drew her out of sight, back to that shed, she didn't resist. Iris demonstrated her expertise again, getting Nabiki hard and dripping with precum. Nabiki then banged her hard while she hooked her legs behind Nabiki's back. The young girl was pinned against the wall by the powerful, hurried thrusts against her, echoing each and every one of them by gasps and yelps of pleasure. Nabiki didn't care, she was simply, efficiently getting rid of a week of frustration with furious, sweaty, torrid sex. Only when she was done, did Nabiki think of her partner. With some relief, she learned that Iris had come as well, several times, even. It made her feel better, even as she left with only a "Thank you" and a wave, and made good her escape. ----------------------------------------- That night, it was with renewed purpose that Nabiki made contact with those who were trying to obtain a second jar of jusenkyo water for her. Some threats were made and some better remunerations were offered. Organisations work better when well oiled, and the best of lubricants, Nabiki knew, was money. Frowning, she picked up the phone again, and called in a feww more favors. She wanted her cure, and she wanted it quickly. ----------------------------------------- Nabiki hated herself. But that didn't stop her from masturbating furiously, her eyes closed, thinking of her younger sister, Akane, whom she had surprised with her pajamas in a disarray 15 minutes earlier, the pink of a nipple visible between two buttons of her pulled, twisted top. She had obviously slept with just as much tranquility as usual. Now, Nabiki, male again through a strange twist of fate, was pumping her fist along her cock, biting her lips to keep from panting out loud as she kept picturing that small nipple over and over. With a shock that hazed her thought, she suddenly came, spraying sticky, creamy white semen all over her hand and covers. Finally, Nabiki calmed down, catching her breath and relaxing. When she opened her eyes, she looked at the mess she'd made, and sighed. "How am I going to clean this up and hide it from Kasumi?" Lifting her gaze from her soiled bed, she looked at the old sake bottle that contained the remainder of the spring-of-drowned-man water and let out another sigh. She *really* hoped her contacts would come through again for her. She needed that cure real soon. Feeling less wound up, Nabiki decided to get out of the house and take a walk in the refreshing spring-time night air. Geting a coat on, she decided it was pretty useless to turn female again. She'd only get splashed. And anyways, it's not like anyone would be out. Unknown to the young girl, or rather, boy, at the moment, Kasumi was looking out of her window at that same moment, and she saw a very pretty boy stealing out through the courtyard and making his way out to the street. "Oh my.. I didn't know Nabiki had a boyfriend. And a very handsome one he was. Good thing she didn't keep him in her room all night. That wouldn't be proper" she thought to herself, watching the graceful boy make his way down the street. Still, she'd have to talk to her sister about it. ----------------------------------------- Nabiki cursed herself. That had been quite an awkward moment, that morning when Kasumi had accosted her about last night's 'boyfriend' leaving so late. She had lied through her teeth, saying he was a business partner and had only come by a moment to deliver some documents. She hated blundering that way. Still, this had been minor, and Kasumi hadn't said a word to their dad, at least. That would have made quite a scene. Now, though, Kasumi had surprised her just as she was sneaking in, in male form, looking for hot water. "Oh my, you're that boy who works with Nabiki, are you not?" Kasumi had asked. Nabiki, flustered over being caught, laughed nervously, with one hand behind her head. "Ahahah.. Yes, that's me! Just coming to pick up some important documents." "You know", Kasumi went on, now in lecture mode, "This is not the polite way to enter someone else's house. Nabiki said she would talk to you about this sneaking around." "Errr..." "One could think you might be trying to sneak into Nabiki's room to seduce her, after all, or for some other improper reasons." "Oh nonononono.. It's not like that!" Nabiki was losing control of the conversation, she had to find her cool back and get in charge. "See," Nabiki said, "Me and Nabiki aren't involved in that way. But it's to keep the surprise that I'm sneaking around like this." Taking some confidence back, Nabiki went on, "And, may I say, no offence meant to your sister, if I were to try to sneak into a girl's room in this house, it wouldn't be Nabiki's." Nabiki then tried one of her good smiles. After all, when she was a girl, it worked on the boys... It worked on Kasumi. To Nabiki's surprise, her older sister not only smiled back (which was only to be expected after all) but also colored at the cheeks. "Oh. Oh my. I'm sorry..." Kasumi stammered. Nabiki, heartened by her unexpected success, and at having regained control over this coversation, smiled again and gently patted Kasumi on the shoulder, "Oh please, do not be, pretty lady," she said, hoping she wasn't going -too- far. She wasn't. Kasumi ate it up, blushing even more brightly. "I.. I can see if Nabiki is there." she stamered some more. Nabiki shook her head, "Actually, I'm done here. I have to go. Thank you for this wonderful chat," she said, then added, "Maybe I'll see you again" with a wink. That got Kasumi even more nervous as Nabiki made her way out, already furiously thinking about where to find hot water to turn back. Kasumi, though, wasn't thinking much, her heart affluter, and her gaze rivetted on Nabiki-kun's firm butt. "Oh my, I forgot to ask him his name!" she exclaimed to no one in particular before launching herself into some more housework to work off some accumulated energy. "Ne, sis," asked Akane, "Who was that?" "Oh, no one, really.." answered a flushed Kasumi, trying to hide her face by dusting some high places. "I don't like him, he sounds sleazy." -------- Over the next few days, the pattern repeated itself, with Nabiki getting to the house in male form, trying to not be seen, but when caught, invariably by Kasumi herself, and then she would start flirting with her. She noticed that Kasumi was a lot more vigilant, though, which was a downside to the tactic. Still, it kept Kasumi sufficiently off-balance that she wasn't even talking to Nabiki about that mysterious boy who hung around too much anymore. "Maybe she thinks she's stealing my boyfriend and she's ashamed of herself?" Nabiki giggled to herself, "Man, I didn't know big sis had it in her. She's been a lot 'smoother' the last few days. Not shy and awkward like those first few times." Nabiki, strangely enough, found herself needing less.. relief, from her schoolmates, as this silly courtship went on. It was fun, but it also let out some steam there. And, Nabiki had to admit, Kasumi was a wonderful girl, and she had seemed to blossom in a way that she didn't know her big sister could, under that courtship. Nabiki was loath to stop this deception. But she'd have to, wouldn't she? End of part 1