"Come out of that closet Ranma," Akane pleaded. "G'way," came the muffled reply. Akane lightly rapped on the door and sighed. Soun and Genma stood outside, Soun in a mild state of shock, and Genma was occasionally interrupting Akane in an attempt to get Ranma to emerge. Kasumi had followed Ranma's example and locked herself in her room. No one had tried to get her out yet. Ranma, much to her displeasure, was not so fortunate. You'd think they'd get the hint that she wanted to be alone from the way she had squeaked and hid in a closet. "Come on, boy!" Genma yelled. "At least open the door so I can give this to you!" He hit the on switch and buzzed for emphasis. "GO AWAY!" Akane turned to Genma. "So it's some sort of magic curse?" Any theatrics that Genma might have been tempted to add in seemed hollow in the face of his condition, causing him to just sigh. "Yes. We fell in cursed water, and now we turn into girls." "And to turn back you have to..." she raised an eyebrow as Genma nodded. "So Ranma's really a boy?" Soun asked. Genma nodded again. "Changes nothing!" he declared. "Ranma will marry Kasumi!" Although no one seemed about to object, Soun stalked off to prevent argument. Akane looked back at Genma. "So you really have to..." "Yes." "-Every- time?" "Yes." "As a girl?" "Yes." "Even if you..." "FOR THE LAST TIME, YES!" Genma roared. "Geez, sorry. Didn't realize you were so touchy about it," Akane replied. Genma growled softly at her, then left in search of his friend. Akane knocked on the door again. "Ranma? It's okay, they've both left now." Silence was her only reply. She tried again. "Ranma?" "What." Akane blinked. "They're gone." "So?" "Don't you want to come out?" "You're still there." Akane sniffed. "Oh, please. You don't have anything I ain't got. Or that I haven't seen." Ranma groaned faintly. "Oh, all right." A few moments later the door eased open and Ranma stuck her head out the door and looked around. She finally walked out, still naked. Akane handed her the vibrator, dropped in the mad dash away from the embarrassment. Ranma accepted it dubiously. "So tell me. You were really just trying to change back?" Ranma looked at her like she'd grown a second head. "Didn't you listen to anything my father said?" "Well, yeah, but it's kind of hard to believe. Pretty cool, but hard to believe." "You saw him right? He came in as a girl and is now a guy." Ranma pointed out. Akane thought to herself for a second. "Well, she could have snuck out and your father sneak in." Ranma slapped a hand to her forehead. "Gah! Why! Tell me, why would we do that?" Nabiki walked in from around the corner, saw her sister talking to their naked guest, eeped so quietly that a mouse would have been louder, and snuck back out. Akane shrugged. "I don't know, but it's easier to believe than a girl turning into a guy after playing with herself." "Listen," Ranma said, exasperated. "I'll lock myself in a room and I'll come out as a guy. Will that satisfy you?" "Hmm, okay. On one condition." "Fine! Whatever!" Ranma turned and started to walk away. Then something occurred to her. "Umm, where...?" Akane shook her head. "The guest room is this way. Follow me." She lead the way through the house to the guest room and opened the door. They both saw a pair of packs leaned against the wall, one of which appeared to have been dug through recently. "Hmm, so that's where she, I mean he, went," Akane mused. Ranma shook her head. "Anyway, just leave me alone and let me change back." "Okay!" Akane bobbed her head in agreement. "You won't even know I'm here." "Great." Ranma turned and picked through her pack for a second, until something occurred to her. "Wait, wait, wait a minute. What do you mean, 'won't know you're here'. Un unh. No." "But you—hey! What do you—HEY! Leggo!" Downstairs, Soun was just cracking the seal on another bottle of cheap sake when he heard his daughter yelling in protest. He paused as he heard a door slam, and Akane start beating on the door and yelling 'Not fair! You promised!' When he heard the faint buzz, something he'd missed earlier, he shrugged and poured a glass for his longtime friend. Genma nodded in sympathy as he and Soun started catching up on old times. **************** Kasumi practically had to be pried out of her room, a task accomplished only by the comment, "I'm sorry Kasumi, dear, you seem unwell. Maybe I should call the doctor..." She, while not exactly meekly, complied with the request to meet in the dining room. When she arrived, she saw her entire family sitting around the table, in addition to Mr. Saotome and a strange boy she could only guess was Ranma. The pervert. She sat down primly beside her father. "Kasumi," Soun began. "As I'm sure you've realized by now, this is your fiancée, Ranma." "B—" she started. "SHH!" Soun interrupted. "I—" "SHH!" "N—" she tried again anyway. "SHH!" Soun waved his finger at her. "I've got a whole bag of 'SHH' here with your name on it." Seeing her settle back, he continued. "Now, Ranma here suffers from a curse, much like Saotome. As it has been explained to me, he turns into a girl. He must... Umm..." He blushed. "Play with himself?" Akane volunteered. "Ah hah, umm, yes, thank you Akane. Yes, he must, to turn back into a boy." Soun finished, grateful for his daughter's help. "Soon, we will change back into girls. Such is the curse of Jusenkyo." Genma clarified, voice laden with woe. "Whaddaya mean, 'we'? YOU will turn back soon. I've lasted up to two days," Ranma said smugly. "Oh, so the boy thinks he's pretty good?" Genma countered. "Good at playing with himself?" Akane asked. "Well... Umm..." Ranma said as he realized what he was bragging about. "I knew he was a pervert from the minute I laid eyes on him," Kasumi muttered. "HEY!" Ranma protested, standing up. "It's not my fault! I didn't ask for this curse!" "Hmmph. Typical sexist male, resorting to violent displays to show assertiveness over the 'weaker' female. Pervert," Kasumi sniffed. Now, Ranma wasn't exactly the smartest guy in the room. He could be down right dense at times. So all he really understood out of that was the word 'pervert'. Already standing up, he stepped closer to Kasumi to attempt to make his point clearer. "Now wait just one—GLLK!" he gasped, as Kasumi, naturally defending herself from the increasingly violent tendencies of this strange male, quickly punched him in the groin. **************** "HAH! Missed me old man!" Ranma yelled. "Or should I say, old woman?" "Laugh it up boy, your turn is soon," Genma-chan countered, leaping into the air in an all out assault on her son. After a few more minutes of sparring, a bright, cheerful female voice intruded. "Hey, that looks like fun! Can I spar with you?" Akane asked. They both paused and looked at her. Genma looked doubtful, but Ranma smiled nastily in Genma's direction. "Sure Akane! Why don't you show Pops that move you showed me yesterday?" "Really? You liked it?" she asked, hearts already shining in her eyes. "Yeah, it was really something. Show Pops," Ranma smiled, imagining his father being tied in a square knot. *GLOMP* "AHHH! NOT ME you crazy chick! " "Sorry." Genma-chan snickered and left in search of breakfast. "Gah! Lemme go!" Ranma protested, struggling. "But you wanted me to show your father..." Akane said defensively. "By grabbing him! Not me! Him!" Akane slid up his side, keeping her grasp. "But your father is a girl. I'd much rather hold you..." she giggled as she began to rub one knee against his posterior. "PERVERT!" *SMACK* "Oww!" Ranma protested. "Hey!" "Quit molesting my sister right now! You, you womanizer! My fiancée is molesting my youngest sister! FATHER! I want an end to this engagement right now!" Kasumi yelled loudly, broadcasting to the neighborhood the events in the Tendo's yard. Or, at least, her version of them. "Hey! It wasn't me! She's the one that grabbed me!" Ranma tried to explain. "Oh, sure! Blame the girl! It's always the girl's fault! YOU PIG!" Kasumi wielded her broom expertly, and only Ranma's quick reflexes and Akane's help prevented the handle from jabbing into his face. He quickly scrambled to his feet and backed away. "No! You've got it all wrong!" "KASUMI!" Soun roared from the house. "Yes, father," she called. Turning back to her sister who was laying on the ground, she said, "Breakfast is ready, Akane. And there is a place for you to," she spat, then walked back into the house. Ranma walked over and offered his hand to Akane. "Geez, what's with her?" Akane shrugged and accepted his hand. "You'll have to excuse her, she's really kind of nice. She's just a violent maniac once a month." Ranma blinked, not understanding. "Ah, I see." "Just wait a few days, she'll be as nice as can be," Akane said reassuringly, patting his shoulder. "I don't know," he replied doubtfully, staring in the direction of the house. "YIPE!" he exclaimed, as Akane patted something other than his shoulder. **************** A week later, Ranma glanced at Akane as they walked to school, more or less together. "Hey, I thought you said your sister would calm down after a while." Akane looked back at him. "What do you mean?" "She's still kind of… I don't know…" "A bitch?" Akane volunteered. Ranma winced. "Yeah, kinda." "But has she hit you lately?" Ranma considered this. "Well, she did throw the pan at me when I asked for seconds this morning." Akane rolled her eyes theatrically. "Besides that," she replied testily. "And when she hit me with that broom for walking by the door to the bathroom when someone was in there." "Yeah, but her heart wasn't in it." "And—" "Oh, all right. You've made your point," Akane cut him off. "Hey, did you change back this morning or last night?" Ranma blushed very faintly. "This morning." Akane squealed and clapped her hands together. "Great! I thought you had took a long time taking a bath. You and me are going to go see someone after school!" Ranma looked at her sideways. "I am?" "Of course you are, silly, what else would you be doing?" Ranma shrugged. Truth be told, he didn't have any other plans anyway. "Who?" "I just met her yesterday. Her name is Ryoko." "Hmm," replied Ranma. Then he shrugged. "She's really nice, but a bit, ummm, slow?" "Slow?" Ranma asked, stepping to the side as an old woman threw water on the sidewalk. She didn't appear to have noticed him though, so he let it slide. "Yeah, she's just not that smart. She even got lost on the way to the bathroom. I mean, really. But she's friendly!" Akane explained. Ranma looked at her carefully. "Just what do ya mean, friendly? I've seen your idea of friendship. Just friends don't ask if you want to play 'strip twister'." Akane looked indignant. "It would have been good training! And fun besides." Ranma shook his head. "I've never done that with any of my friends, and I don't know anyone who has." "I have!" Akane pointed out. "With Sayuri and Yuka and Hiro and Dai." Ranma nearly choked at this mental image. He was starting to get used to this young nymphomaniac wannabe, but he still felt a hormone surge and major lack of blood to his brain every time she said something really ecchi. "With all four?" he sputtered. Hiroshi and Daisuke were the school jocks, horrible at martial arts but good at most sports, and they and their girlfriends were good friends of Akane's. Ranma even seemed to get along pretty well with them, their easygoing attitude more than made up for their biker from hell appearance. Akane shrugged slightly. "No, I really didn't play it with them… Something about it not being fair to the rest of them. They let me watch though." Ranma shifted his posture a bit, easing a little pressure. Akane shifted her books to her other hand and paused in the middle of the sidewalk. "I don't think it would have been unfair, really. The object is to have fun, what does it matter that the winner gets to be on bottom. It'd still be fun to lose," she complained. "Just because I can stick my foot behind my head so far that I can reach…" Ranma's head swiveled, almost of it's own accord, to watch Akane proceed to demonstrate exactly what she was talking about. Standing up. In a skirt. And a very very small amount of lace that could only be called panties if you were really generous. And the force of the contortions were causing them to strain and press very tightly against Akane's skin. Across the street an old man had a heart attack, but he didn't care. *WHAM* "Ooof!" Ranma said into the telephone pole. "Ranma?" Akane asked, easily bringing her leg down to stand on both feet. "Nng," he replied, peeling himself off the pole. The entire time, his eyes never left Akane. "Akane?" he asked. "Yes?" she replied, squirming uncomfortably. "You know," she continued, hiking her skirt up in the front, "I really hate it when that happens." Ranma's train of thought having been derailed when she hiked her skirt up, all he could say was, "What?" "When I stretch too much, my panties ride up and I get a wedgie," she said as she hooked her thumbs in the vee of her panties and pulled them down to mid- thigh, exposing one tantalizing glimpse of blueish-black hair before her skirt fell to cover. Ranma's higher functions went offline and he felt a funny feeling in his head, his nose, and one place a bit farther south. Akane nonchalantly untwisted them and pulled them back up in a more comfortable position. And them jumped with every ounce of strength she possessed to grab Ranma and hurl both of them out of the way as a car crashed into the telephone pole where he had just been standing. Akane naturally landed on top, but quickly got off and helped Ranma up. He stared stupidly at the crash as Akane pulled a young man out of the car. Other than a bad nosebleed, he seemed fine. Akane quickly made sure he'd be okay, then ran over to Ranma to continue to school. Smirking to herself, she asked if he was okay. "Uhh, that car just… Yeah, I'm fine." Ranma was slightly shaken over his failure to notice the car, but was actually starting to get used to it. Things like that seemed to happen around Akane. "That's good," she replied, and bent down at the waist. "Why hello there! Are you okay too?" Ranma scratched his head for a second, then slowly looked down. A purple knob looked back from just over the top of his pants. He blushed and quickly pulled his pants up higher. Akane just laughed and started pushing him toward school. If they didn't hurry they were going to be late. School the first bell had already rang when they made it to school, but they easily made it to class on time, boys scattering before them. Even in that much of a hurry, Akane still made time to grab an ass or two as she passed if the owner wasn't fast enough. Ranma even saw Kuno Tatewaki as he was on his way to class with yet another girl by his side. He waved politely and nodded at Akane, not breaking eye contact with Ranma. Ranma shook his head, prompting Kuno to nod back. The first day Ranma showed up at Furinken, he witnessed one of the strangest things he'd ever seen. The crowd parted and every boy ran from them. With a gleeful yell, Akane followed. Kuno was one of the first guys to notice Ranma, and to strike up a conversation. Kuno was an okay guy, if a bit formal. Supposed to be some sort of hotshot kendoist, but Ranma had never seen him in a kendo uniform. He felt that it was his duty as an upperclassman to warn Ranma about Akane. Since that time, Ranma had been told horror story after horror story, all centered around Akane and some luckless boy unfortunate enough to have disregarded the warnings and date her. No one would date her now, even though she was one of the better looking girls. She was widely known as being seriously warped. As a social outcast, Akane tended to hang around with her friends Sayuri and Yuka, and their boyfriends. About lunchtime, Ranma started wondering about Akane's friend they were supposed to meet later that day. What type of person did Akane like to hang around with, after all? He looked over to where Daisuke had worked his hand under the shirt of Yuka's uniform, exposing a black leather bikini top. Better not answer that, he decided. School dragged on through the rest of the day. Nothing ever happens in Furinken unless Akane gets a date, or so the saying went. By the end of the day even Akane's hyperactive zoom through the crowds had abated. They both filed out of the school grounds, Ranma more or less following Akane's lead as she headed for the meeting with her new friend. "Tell me again," Ranma asked, "why am I doing this?" "Because you didn't say no," Akane pointed out. Ranma sighed. "I knew it had to be something like that." He looked around with interest as they walked the streets. "So where are we supposed to meet this person at? What was her name again?" "Her name's Ryoko, and she said I could meet her in the park. Where in the park she didn't say, but she said I'd recognize it when I saw it." "Ah. Well, there's the park." "Yup, lets go find her." They walked quickly through the park, occasionally climbing a tree to look around. In the end, it was Ranma who spotted the sidewalk that was cracked for nearly 20 yards. It looked like someone had done it with their fists. "Hey, Akane, think that's what she was talking about?" Ranma asked, pointing to the sidewalk. Akane nodded. "Yeah, I bet it is. She's got to be around here somewhere." They looked around for a few minutes, and finally found a tall, buxom blond in rough brownish clothes laying on the grass. She had been laying behind a bush as they walked up, but she called out to Akane as soon as she saw her. "Like, Akane! You finally showed up!" she yelled, sitting up and waving. "Hey, Ryoko!" Akane yelled back, waving to her friend. She turned and waved for Ranma to come over. Ranma walked over as Ryoko was standing up. When she turned to face him, he had a really bad feeling. That yellow bandanna with the black rectangles looked kind of familiar to him. And suddenly, the reason became apparent. "Hey, you're a Hibiki, right?" he asked. Ryoko bobbed her head. "Like, you nailed it. Ryoko Hibiki, nicetameetcha!" Akane looked at Ranma oddly. "Have you two met before?" Ranma shook his head. "I don't think so, but I may have knew her brother. I went to school with a Ryoga Hibiki years ago. By the way, my name is Ranma. Ranma Saotome." Ryoko's expression went even more spaced out than it was, something almost impossible to imagine. "Wow." Then she looked him up and down. "You're cute. Wanna chill out?" "Ryoko!" Akane exclaimed. "Ranma is my sister's fiancée! He's just with us as a cute escort while we go find some men!" "Oh, my bad. Sorry dude, come on Akane, let's go find some hunks." "Now you're talking!" Ranma had a bad, bad feeling. **************** Turns out, not only was the bad feeling justified, it was actually a huge understatement. Many tales have been told of the horror of being on a shopping trip. And beings how Ryoko didn't have the essentials according to her and Akane, Ranma was dragged along. Not exactly kicking and screaming, but certainly not willingly. After that had been taken care of, with Ryoko and Akane suitably outfitted in black spandex miniskirts, black halter tops, and plenty of makeup, they hit the streets. Ranma was chosen to carry the bags. Although not much can compare to the horror of shopping, nothing can really match the horror that was to follow. "Hey there, cutie!" "Oh, him? He's just a friend." "Nah, don't be silly. He won't mind." "Like, a threesome? With you and him? Oh, you want Ranma instead of me, I see." "You want us to come inside? Sure! Hey Ranma, will you wait outside for a few?" "ARRRG!" "I take that as a no?" "Like, don't blow a gasket, dude." Fortunately for Ranma, Tatewaki Kuno happened to meet up with them and depart with Ryoko. With half her momentum gone, Akane seemed willing to call it an evening. Which was just great with Ranma, because he felt the first stirrings of the change. "Uh, Akane? I think I need to get somewhere real quick," he told her. "Changing back again? Hmm, okay, I know a place. The owner might even be able to help, he's some kind of expert on ancient medical techniques and stuff." "Whatever, lets just hurry," he gasped. It was just as well, he thought, that he always had advanced warning before he was about to change. It had really prevented some awkward situations. Still, he could do without the sensation of his flesh trying to crawl. Akane grabbed his hand and dragged him quickly down the street, heading toward the local doctor's office. It was a little past normal office hours, but the doctor wasn't exactly normal. He was cute, Akane reflected. Just too bad he was totally obsessed with her oldest sister. They made it just barely in time, as they burst into the office and she shouted "Look at this!" to grab his attention. A young Chinese man with glasses pushed far up on his head looked over at them as Ranma shifted and twisted, shrinking and filling out his clothes in odd places as he became a she. "I'm sorry," the young man began, "but what am I supposed to be looking at?" Ranma-chan nearly face-faulted. One of the other little quirks of the local doctor, Akane mused, was that he was as blind as a bat. She sighed. "Never mind, Doctor Mousse. Sorry to trouble you." Mousse lowered his glasses onto his nose and looked at the two girls that just burst into his room. "Akane? Is that you? Where is your lovely sister?" Just like Doctor Mousse. Direct, unsubtle, and as annoying as hell. "She's at home, as always," Akane said tiredly. Mousse seemed visibly disappointed. "Oh, I see. And who is your friend here?" he asked, staring pointedly at his skeleton on a rack. Ranma stepped forward. "Ranma Saotome, nice ta meet ya." "GAH!" Mousse screamed. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" Ranma blinked. "Oh, this is Ranma. He's staying with us for a while," Akane explained. "Only because of that stupid engagement…" Ranma muttered under her breath. "Engagement?" Mousse perked up. "Really? To who?" Akane's eyes widened, and she started to clamp her hand over Ranma's mouth, but it was too late. "Kasumi—gllk!" he replied as Akane covered his mouth. "KASUMI!" Mousse roared. "My love, betrothed to another? I will not allow it! Die Saotome!" he screamed, launching himself at his skeleton. Akane kept one hand over her face and the other over Ranma's mouth, as they both stood there mutely watching Mousse get hopelessly tangled in the skeleton and beat himself into unconsciousness. Akane dragged Ranma out. "To think, I used to have the hots for that man," Akane said, disgusted with herself. Ranma raised an eyebrow. "What was that all about?" Akane let Ranma go and hugged her arms to herself. "Doctor Mousse is an excellent doctor, but he's also obsessed with Kasumi and blind to all facts. He spent years running off every possible boyfriend she might have had and generally making life miserable for her. In fact, he might very well be the reason she hates men." Ranma resolved to do something nasty to the guy later. So THAT was why Kasumi seemed to enjoy beating the hell out of him. "All that doesn't change the fact that he's got a nice bod, and has the prettiest eyes," Akane continued. "I even grew my hair out long once, to try and make him think I was Kasumi. It would have been a hell of a night…" Akane trailed off dreamily." "He didn't fall for it?" Ranma asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. "Oh, no, he fell for it. Bad. But then my damned long hair and his blind clumsiness got us wrapped up in that skeleton. My hair got knotted around his throat until he passed out, and I had to cut my way free." She fingered her fairly short strands of hair. "I swore I'd never have long hair again." Ranma searched for something to say. Akane had this way of rendering him speechless, and now was no exception. "Well, umm, I think short hair looks nice on you," he stammered. Akane smiled. "Thanks Ranma." But then she pulled on her hair absentmindedly. "Still, it would have been nice sometimes. I could have braided it into reins for my boyfriends if I'd have kept it long. It took Ranma a few minutes to figure out what she was talking about, but when he did, he choked. **************** Tatewaki Kuno looked over at the bubble headed blond he was currently leading from club to club and admired what he saw. While there was nothing that would willingly make him date Akane herself, he did like her choice in friends. She seemed easy enough to please, for which he was grateful. And with any luck… He smiled to himself and worked his hand under her shirt as they walked down the street. **************** Ranma-chan eased quietly through the house as quietly as possible. It was in the middle of the night, well after everyone had gone to sleep. Her father was back in male form, but she wagered he wouldn't last the night. She'd taken to changing back in the middle of the night, both to avoid curious eyes and the resulting embarrassment, and because that seemed to be about the optimum time to let her remain male all throughout the school day. She came really close to turning back once, and was barely able to get away in time. That was not an experience she was eager to repeat. Several subtle searches of the house and the dojo had lead her, inevitably, back to the bathroom as the most soundproof room in the house. Sure, the closet looked safe, but it seemed to connect in some way to Kasumi's room. The bruises soon faded and Ranma was forced to find another spot. Kasumi was quite emphatic about the cost of water, and emptying and refilling the furo wasn't exactly easy on the water bill, so Ranma had been using the wash stool for a seat. Working her boxers down to her knees, she quickly sat down on the stool and bit her lip in anticipation. The curse was annoying, but she couldn't deny, especially to herself, that she enjoyed changing back. Ranma ran one hand under her shirt and cupped her breasts, pulling and pinching slightly to arouse herself. The other hand trailed lightly down her stomach, almost tickling herself as she drew slow, lazy circles on her muscles until she reached her thighs. She almost moaned in pleasure before she'd even really started. Deciding the shirt was unnecessary, she quickly pulled it over her head and threw it to one side. Now, bare from her head to her knees, she began to stroke and explore in earnest. Hands rough from hard martial arts practice caught on the short, curly pubic hairs as they lightly flicked her lower lips. She even tugged on them lightly, causing herself to squirm and grind her hips against her seat. Now thoroughly aroused, Ranma continued her feather-light touches and strokes as she reached back for the tool to go to the next level. Easily remembering where she set it down, she unerringly picked up the large, bumpy vibrator and brought it around to press against her entrance. She hissed slightly before the cold plastic warmed up to body temperature. Then she smiled slightly. Ranma always loved that part. (Now, lets see here…) Ranma thought as she flicked the on switch on the enlarged base. A weak, barely perceptible shake was her result. "What?" Ranma said out loud, not having expected that result. She'd anticipated something… Livelier. A quick twist in a long since memorized direction made sure that the dial was set on warp speed, and yet the little monster didn't change its buzzing in the slightest. "NO!" Ranma said in denial. "Damnit! Not now!" Current activities forgotten, Ranma sat up and grabbed it in both hands, as if to wring it's neck. "Damn you! Work! Don't do this to me now!" She felt the barely perceptible vibrations cease altogether. "Damn," Ranma repeated, crossing her arms and holding the vibrator to one side. "What am I gonna do now?" She sighed and played with the vibrator for a minute, then sighed again. It just wasn't the same without the buzz. (Hey, Pop's got one of these!) Ranma thought suddenly. (I can borrow his!) Then she realized something. (EWW!) "I hate this curse," she said, shuddering. She sat there for a few more minutes, pondering her rather unique situation. (Grrr, damn batteries. I can't just wait until tomorrow, I've got school! What the hell am I supposed to do now…) she grumbled mentally. (No matter how desperate I get, I'm not touching Pop's.) She scratched her crotch, a thinking reflex not changed at all since her recent acquisition of a female body. (Who else would have one of these?) she asked herself, already knowing the answer. But then mental images of what it probably looked like, knowing Akane, flashed through her head. And then the real shocker. Akane's vibrator. The one she used. And Ranma could see her using it so clearly… Ranma moaned and removed her hand from between her legs, course of action set. After flipping silently down to Akane's window from the roof, Ranma the window open so it wouldn't wake Akane. It seemed that Akane didn't believe in curtains, or indeed anything to hide her room from the outside world. Ranma tried not to stare, but it seemed that Akane preferred to sleep in the nude. All in all, it was just as well that she did stare. It certainly did make her search a lot shorter. Ranma closed her eyes and counted to ten, backwards. It hadn't occurred to her that Akane might have been using it. Ranma's eyes snapped open again. A plan was a plan, surely Akane wouldn't mind if she borrowed it for a little bit. In fact, Akane had already offered to let Ranma borrow it several times. As long as Akane was there to watch, that is. Ranma dropped in the window and tiptoed over to Akane's sleeping form. She needn't have bothered. Akane slept the exhausted sleep of the sated, a small smile on her lips and the still slightly wet vibrator clenched in her right hand. Ranma paused, unsure of how to continue. Finally shrugging, Ranma simply bent down and grasped the protruding end of the vibrator, attempting to pull it out of Akane's hand. Only to have it slip off the rather slippery grip as Akane groaned and pulled back. (Damn,) Ranma thought. (Maybe if I tickle her?) Suiting thought to action, Ranma lightly danced her fingers across Akane's ribs, carefully avoiding her breasts. Akane giggled softly and turned over, now laying on the vibrator with her shapely posterior thrust in Ranma's direction. Ranma licked her lips, but shook herself and concentrated. Being a girl made her partially immune to her natural response to females, but still. That was a nice butt. She tried tickling again, this time working her way farther under Akane's arms, only to find her hands trapped as Akane clamped her arms to her side with a speed only the tickled can manage. Akane giggled again, and spoke in her sleep, "Oh, feeling horny again are we… mmmble…" she trailed off mumbling. Ranma tugged slightly, but not too hard for fear of awaking her and trying to explain what she was doing in her room. Finally, lacking other options, she leaned closer and blew softly into Akane's ear. "Oooh," Akane cooed, swinging her legs about and knocking Ranma to the futon beside her, somehow managing to pin Ranma face-up beneath her. "So, you're under me, and you get me from behind, and you stand right here…" Akane mumbled, still apparently asleep. Ranma just stared for a second, immobile, before she started twisting to get away as Akane's hand, the one holding the vibrator, drifted towards Ranma's shorts. Akane clung on with the same tenacity she showed whenever she got someone in a hold and quickly worked her hand under the hem of Ranma's boxers, pushing backwards with her own body against some imagined partner. "Oooh, that feels sooo good…" she moaned, then she stroked her hand back and forth along Ranma's pubic hair. "We're certainly healthy today aren't we?" she gasped, stroking the vibrator and inadvertently turning it on. "And friendly too!" she added, lost in some strange fantasy of her own device. Ranma squirmed and struggled, but was really being turned on. The buzzing of the vibrator was easily felt through her skin, pressed up against her pelvis bone like it was. Ranma could just about swear it was an industrial model, as her's hadn't been that lively when it had brand new batteries in it. Akane lowered her hips against Ranma's, missing the upturned vibrator altogether but she didn't seem to notice. Ranma noticed though, as Akane's motions ran the vibrator down the length of her slit. In spite of herself, Ranma pressed back. Akane liked that, arching her back and riding some wave only she could see. Between both of their activities, and the admittedly stimulating sight of Akane, gloriously bare breasted in the moonlight, sitting on her hips from above, Ranma was gasping for breath as she felt herself get closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. When Akane's busy fingers, almost instinctively trying to hold off what she felt was too soon of an orgasm, brushed Ranma's already hypersensitive clit, that was it. "AH! AGH! AGHH!" Ranma cried, bucking upwards with all her strength, throwing Akane into the air for a split second, before collapsing and beginning the swift slide into the sensation she easily recognized as the reverse of the change. Two thumps came on the wall opposite the futon, and a grumpy female voice could be heard mumbling, "Keep it down!" "Sorry," Akane mumbled back, rubbing her own clit franticly. She'd lost the vibrator somewhere along the way, and had landed on Ranma's now very male chest. Ranma wasn't complaining, much, but would have rather preferred it if Akane hadn't started sliding her muff along his pectoral muscles, leaving a slightly damp trail as she worked her way farther forward towards his head. All he had time to do was widen his eyes and inhale as she suddenly lunged forward and clamped her powerful thighs around his head, grinding herself down over his face as she released his hands and cupped her breasts. Freed, his arms were now able to express his opinion over his current predicament in a manner much like his legs. That is, by waving around franticly, trying to escape. "GNNGH!" summed it up pretty well too. The rather, ahem, close proximity of Akane's scent to his nose also did wonders for waking up his hormonal impulses. While he'd experienced erections before, it was nothing compared to this. Before, Indians had set up a tepee in his shorts. Now, the rocket was heading towards the moon. Akane was enjoying herself as well, as Ranma's struggles to get away, and indeed, breathe, did things even her devoted explorations never did. She moaned again louder and spun, throwing herself onto her back, nearly snapping Ranma's neck because she didn't let go. Now, Ranma was on his knees and with his face pulled forward, with her legs knotted solidly behind his head. He once more tried to go, and she once more pulled him back. Back, forth, back forth, back and forth, and then his head felt like it was about to be squished and Akane was squirming like nothing he'd ever seen before. Finally, her legs relaxed and she drifted into a deeper sleep, even more exhausted than before. Ranma finally managed to get his eyes uncrossed and pull back slightly before untangling Akane's legs. The first thing he was really able to see was a close up view of Akane's dark patch and spread, very damp lips. Lips that he had helped make wet, indeed, he realized, he had just gotten Akane off. Akane had orgasmed. He had made her. She had managed to make him orgasm so hard tremors still echoed in his now male crotch. And a thin, uneven thread of moisture was seeping from between those flushed pink lips. His heart thudded in his ears and a powerful rush of blood pounded in his head with no place to go. The obvious place for it to go being full, it still tried, and incredibly, Ranma got even harder. It felt like the top of his head was trying to fly off without him, and blood vessels burst in his eyes. With a sight like that, and a recent memory of everything involved, Ranma simply couldn't handle it. For the first time in his life, Ranma did two things. Orgasmed as a male, staining the front of his already wet boxers, and spouted a massive nosebleed on a scale even his old friend Ryoga couldn't have matched without a visit to a porno studio. Clutching both his nose and the front of his pants, Ranma staggered to the window and promptly fell out. **************** The next morning, Akane woke up as usual, if a bit chillier than normal. "Hmm, that's odd," she said to herself sleepily, I could have swore I closed those last night." She got up and walked over to the window, slipping slightly as she stepped on her vibrator laying on the floor. She paused and stretched in the morning sun, giving any who happened to be looking in her direction a wake up call like none before. Then she shut the window and turned to get dressed, yawning slightly. "Ahhhh… Wow, I'm tired," she marveled. Then she turned to her bed with the intent of making it up before going to breakfast. "Aww, man…" she said, staring in dismay at the mess. "I thought I just had my period last week!" 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