Two Types of Liars. Chapter one. Somewhere in the untamed wilds of China, a young Chinese man smiled at his latest two victims, err, customers. He was dressed in the traditional outfit for his post, a dumpy little communist outfit. This was one of the requirements of being the Jusenkyo Guide. The huge grin on his face was not a requirement, it was just a fringe benefit. He loved this job, so much that he'd arranged an accident for the previous guy to hurry the process along. "Honored customer! We soon be training ground Jusenkyo!" {Why don't you take a quick dip and let me take a Polaroid?} he continued in Chinese. This was not because he didn't speak much Japanese. In fact, he probably spoke Japanese better than the two in front of him. The younger of the two turned to his father. "Yo, Pops, why are we going here again?" Genma grunted at his son. "It's an ancient legendary training ground. I found out about it in the oldest of texts." Ranma peered dubiously into the mists. "So it's old, so what." "Quit complaining boy. I swear, you whine like a girl." Ranma grumbled something under his breath and seriously considered hitting the old man. It didn't take but an hour of hiking along the mountain paths before they entered a small valley, well hidden by the surrounding peaks. The view was less than spectacular, obscured as it was by the morning mist. The Guide nervously pulled out a small jar of Vaseline and rubbed some all over his exposed skin. It may just be mist, he reasoned, but there's no sense taking chances. Genma and Ranma looked at him oddly. He shrugged and babbled something in Chinese. A short while later they descended below the mist and were able to look at the valley floor. A small group of pools lay clustered in the center of the valley, short bamboo poles sticking out at odd angles. The guide adjusted the strap of his backpack and repressed a shudder. He had risked a very unpleasant dip in those pools when he had arranged those poles. As a Guide though, he was considered beneficial to Jusenkyo and was at less risk. He knew perfectly well that the valley needed him, and in many ways felt a kinship with the spirit. That's not to say he would relish a bath though. Genma eyed the bamboo and judged it as fresh enough to have not suffered from rot. He waved at Ranma. "This is where the old masters used to train. We spar from the tops of those poles." Ranma shrugged. The guide cleared his throat to get their attention. When they looked around he made a rather detailed guess at their family lineage in Chinese and waved for them to follow him. He walked very carefully to the center of the group of pools. Oh yes, just follow the guide, he thought. He knows all about the cursed springs of Jusenkyo. Nearly thirty pools, each with it's own tragic history and it's own terribly funny price for falling in. Ah, here we go. I've never seen anyone fall in here. This should be good. He stopped and gestured at a particularly large pool. {Spring of drowned large breasted woman. Who wants to swim?} Genma set down his pack and Ranma did the same. The guide franticly dug through his own backpack and brought out a photographer's camera. Genma picked a pole and jumped for it, easily clearing 10 feet of open water and seven feet of vertical to land lightly on the top. Only to fall that seven feet into the water as the pole just happened to snap under his weight. Genma quickly struggled to the edge of the water and stood up sputtering. Then she looked down and felt of her new chest. The guide took a couple of quick pictures. Genma had been transformed into a woman. And what a woman! She was about five feet six, long brown hair, a few years younger than Genma was normally, and had the biggest rack any of them had ever seen. They were so huge that they had burst the top of his gi and were now open for the world to see. The guide took a few more pictures of Genma's rather shocked face for his own collection. "Wha... Wha... WHAT?" Ranma exclaimed, backing up in confusion and surprise. Only to trip over the backpack the guide had so inconsiderately sat down behind him. *splash* Ranma scrambled out nearly as fast as he went in, causing the guide to dodge water as he spun around, but it was too late. Ranma tore open her shirt *flash* and looked in *flash* in horror. She looked straight at the guide, red hair and water streaming down her cheeks. *flash* "NO! NO!" *flash* Nice one, caught the anguished look perfectly, he giggled mentally. She turned to her female father, still stupidly staring at her breasts. "This is all your fault!" *flash* Oooh, anger! Very nice! Give it to me baby, show me you want it! Ranma jumped at Genma and proceeded to kick her a few times before she threw her off. Genma, being basically a coward, ran from the murderous look in her son's eyes. *flash* YEAH BABY! Action! Adventure! Nudity! The guide finished off the entire roll of film as the two half naked girls ran out of sight. *************** It didn't take very long before they returned, although Ranma was unconscious and slung over Genma's shoulder. The guide had set up a video camera on a tripod a little distance away and had built a fire. He was in the process of making a pot of coffee and had already lit up a cigarette. He looked up at them. {Was it good for you too?} he said, and snickered. Genma threw Ranma down by the fire, waking her up. "Where do you get off getting mad at me, boy? It ain't my fault you fell in." Ranma shook her head groggily and glared at Genma. "It's always your fault you stupid old man! What gave you the bright idea to train HERE anyway?" "The book recommended it! Don't blame me! I didn't know this was gonna happen! That's what the guide is for!" Ranma glared at the guide, who held up his hands and babbled on in Chinese. He turned back to Genma. "Why didn't you hire one that spoke something other than Chinese?" Genma waved at the guide, creating waves of a different type, and shouted, "I did! At least, I thought I did! The travel agency must have lied!" "There you go old man, blaming someone for something that was your fault!" "Oh shut up. Let's see if there's a cure." She turned to the guide expectantly, although she had to readjust when she overshot her mark. The guide had been waiting for this, the best part. He walked a thin line though, so had to feign ignorance a bit. {What?} he asked them. Genma sighed and reached for her pack. The guide had dragged them to the fire earlier. After a little digging she found a Japanese/Chinese phrasebook. {Cure?} The guide looked at the book and smacked his head. He pulled a phrasebook of his own out and flipped through it for a bit, mumbling under his breath. Finally, he looked up into the expectant faces of his audience. Faking a sad expression, he said, "Can reverse, no cure." Both of them sagged. No cure, I'm stuck like this! Waah! they both thought. After a few minutes they composed themselves and returned their attention to the guide who was waiting patiently. "Last short time, have to do again," he said, holding his hands close together to emphasize the short time. "Day annh..." he waved his hand up and down. "Well? What is it?" Ranma barked. The guide grinned and pumped his fist in and out in the general vicinity of his crotch in a gesture almost universally recognized by males everywhere. "Huh? What are you talking about?" asked Ranma. Genma had slapped a hand over her face and was covering her eyes in embarrassment. "Son, he means you're supposed to fly solo." "What? You're not making any sense." Ranma had a very confused expression on her face. Genma sighed. It's my fault, I suppose, he berated himself. I should have said something earlier. "Son, you're supposed to play with yourself. You know, choke your chicken?" Realization was starting to dawn in Ranma's eyes but it was a slow process. "You polish the knob, son." Ranma colored. "But... But... How am I supposed to do that without being a guy?" Genma froze. He does have a point... They both turned to see the guide grinning like an idiot and holding out a beige rod shaped object to Genma, who took it with all the enthusiasm of someone accepting a dead fish. Genma looked at the guide with a mixture of resignation and faint hope that it wasn't what he was indicating. The guide bobbed his head in encouragement. "Get off, turn to man. The better it feel the longer it take turn back to girl." Genma closed her eyes and quickly ran through every curse word she knew. The guide leered at Ranma's lithe body and looked through his backpack again. He gave a little 'Ah' noise and pulled out a somewhat larger rod, maybe ten inches long, covered in little bumps, and handed it to Ranma. Ranma looked at it suspiciously. "What's this?" He examined it briefly and accidentally hit the little switch on the bottom. She dropped it with a squeak when it buzzed in her hand. Genma jumped at the noise, but kept her eyes squeezed shut. The guide was doing his best not to fall over laughing, but it was a losing battle. "Son, that's what girls use to umm..." "What?" "Err..." "You mean...?" "Err, yeah. Sorry." "Umm, could we, ah, maybe... Trade?" **************** Ranma wasn't exactly someone that used many curse words, and when he did it was usually only in some sort of extreme situation, like the fallout from one of his father's failed schemes. Ranma swore an oath so vile he startled himself. The guide jumped a bit too. The guide examined the young fool. After a moments thought he appeared to come to a decision. He pulled a small booklet out of one of the side pockets of his pack and handed it to Ranma. Ranma took a look at the cover and found that it was indeed written in Japanese, it was apparently an owner's manual to something called a... Hold it! She quickly opened it and flipped a few pages. She scanned the page, or, more importantly, the detailed diagram on the page. Her pigtail rose straight into the air. "Good yes? Best they have!" Ranma wiped a thin trickle of blood from her nose and quickly shut the booklet, stuffing it in her pack along with that other item. I've gotta go and, he just couldn't finish the thought. Why did this havta happen ta me? What'd I do to deserve this? Damn old man, shoulda learned Chinese. Ranma continued to sit nervously by the campsite, waiting for Genma to come back. It had been agreed that Genma would be the one to figure out if the guide was lying or not, although they both had a sinking feeling that he wasn't. Twist a man's arm enough and he'll usually tell the truth. Genma hadn't been to keen on being the guinea pig, but Ranma had been very insistent. Twist a man's arm enough and he'll usually see reason as well. It had been nearly an hour and Genma still hadn't came back. Ranma was getting impatient. Then she realized what she was getting impatient about and started really wishing that his Dad would take all the time he needed. As if on cue, Genma walked back into camp slowly. He kept his head bowed low and refused to meet anyone's gaze, not that Ranma was trying to meet his. He was indeed male. Ranma cried. This was enough to break Genma out of his funk though. "What's a matter with you boy? You're crying like a weak little girl! Take it like a man!" "But I can't take it like a man! Guy's don't do this kind of thing!" Genma drew himself up to his full height. "Would you rather be stuck as a girl for the rest of your life? Huh? Speak up!" "No, but," Ranma protested, wiping at her eyes. "No but's! If you don't change back into a boy you're no son of mine! My son would let so little a thing as this stop him from gaining his true form!" "You'd be surprised..." Ranma mumbled. Genma ignored this and continued ranting. "Now get yourself up, get out there and see what you're made of!" Ranma reluctantly stood and walked off to find some privacy. The guide clapped enthusiastically, almost prompting Genma to take a bow before he realized what he'd sent his son off to do. Oh, just kill me now! Ranma quailed inside in the face of the task set before him, err, her. Why? WHY? WHY! Aww, man! This sucks! This is so embarrassing! "Alright, let's get this over with." Ranma found that she'd walked along the path leading back up the mountain, one that overlooked the valley. She pushed up through the underbrush until she found a relatively secluded spot away from the trail. "Hoookay... lets see here..." Ranma gingerly opened her shirt and felt of her breast. It was firm under her touch, but she wasn't aroused. She touched her left nipple and felt it grow hard under her touch. She squeezed it and cursed. "Damn! That hurt!" Well, it didn't really, but she knew she didn't like it. Deciding to turn her attention to the root of the problem as it were, Ranma sought a likely looking tree and sat down next to it, completely forgetting about such trivial concerns as hiding in the bushes. She worked her pants down around her knees and sat there a bit, contemplating the nature of the universe. Why does everything bad always happen to me? he asked himself. Ranma looked down at her boxer shorts, knowing full well that if she removed them she'd have to go ahead and, well, DO it. *sigh* "No time like the present, I guess." She quickly shimmied her shorts down, and before she could have second thoughts, actually they'd have been the 156th thoughts, but who's counting?, stuck one finger deep inside her recent acquisition. "NAHHGG!" That same finger exited far more quickly than it had went in and those shorts and pants went up at much the same speed. Ranma jumped to her feet and paced back and forth with her arms wrapped around herself. "I can't do it! I just can't do it!" She hugged herself tightly and paced up and down the trail. "Awww...." She shuddered at the thought. "Being a girl ain't so bad! No problem! I can just not change back! Yeah! That's it! Pops'll just have to get used to it." With this thought firmly set in mind she set back off down the trail. About fifteen minutes later she was back and armed. "Stupid damned old fart! Be a man, oh, sure, easy for him to say. He's already got it over with. Grrr..." Ranma walked back to the same tree and sat down, viciously yanking at her pants and boxer shorts while she ranted. She wasn't really even aware of her hands activities as they angrily flipped the switch and shoved a little less than 3 inches of vibrating molded plastic in the same place where about two inches of much slimmer finger had nearly caused her to renounce her manhood. "HAAAAAHH HAH HAAAH! NnnaAH aH AH!" She quickly pulled it back out and bent double, clutching at her crotch. Moans gave way to ragged breathing as she slowly brought herself under control. "God damn! That really hurt!" The persistent buzz of the vibrator gradually crept in on her awareness. She grabbed it in both hands and prepared to break it in half, but slowly relaxed her grip. She found it amazingly hard to be really pissed off when the damn thing just kept shaking like that. She thought back to one of the pages in the booklet, and, slowly this time, lowered the little buzzer to a few inches below her navel. She let it rest lightly on her skin, allowing it to quiver under the little bumps. Slowly, twice bitten finally shy, Ranma let the tip drift lower, feather light on her skin, towards the small patch of red hair. She bit her tongue in concentration as she guided it even lower, her whole body starting to tremble as it drifted over the hair. Little beads of sweat popped out on her brow from the strain. She wiped at her eyes with one hand and then used it to steady her trembling other hand, which was probably doing a better job of vibrating than the vibrator itself. So intent on her work was she that she didn't even notice the approach of the bandanna clad figure. Truth be told, he didn't notice much other than a strange buzzing in the air, intent as he was on his on little daydream of vengeance. He just chalked it up to a really big mosquito. Finally, the tip was there. Right there. At the entrance. All she need to do was push it in. Here we go now. Any second now, then back to being a guy. The tip started wandering a bit, away from the gap. Be great to be a guy again wouldn't it? Even if only for a while. This is what it's all about. "WAAAHG!" Whoa! What the hell was that! The tip, in it's wanderings, had brushed across the top of a little bump down there. That's the stuff! Ranma eagerly pressed the vibrator against the nub and arched her back involuntarily. "AhhhhHH OW!" She moved the pressure point over a bit so that she just barely touched it and lay the length of the vibrator along her body, slowly rubbing it up and down. "Ahhh, ahhh!" She tried quickly passing it over from one side to the other. "Ahhh! Ahhhh... OOOH!" Her hips bucked involuntarily on that one. Try that again! "OOOH!" Ryoga was lost. That was to be expected. He also wasn't aware of his surroundings. That was also to be expected. The sudden screech almost in his ear, however, wasn't expected, at least by him. He spun and saw that he was actually in the company of a girl. A girl with her pants down and a buzzing THING that she was rubbing across... "Guurk!" Ryoga hastily clamped on hand over his nose to stop the bleeding and stumbled backwards to give her some privacy. I can't believe...! Ahhh! Ryoga was actually experiencing something very close to an epileptic fit, as all of the neurons in his brain were firing pretty much at random. He was so out of touch with reality that he didn't even notice that he'd fell over a cliff until he smacked into the water below. And then Ryoga as we know him was no more, at least for a little while. Back at the top of the cliff, Ranma was at the top of a peak. She couldn't help it and screamed a low ragged moan. It was over all too quickly and left her laying spent, leaned against the tree. Then IT happened. Her eyes flew open in alarm and she realized she wasn't a she anymore. "All right!" Ranma lay there a moment, basking in the afterglow. And then a wave of disgust washed through him as he realised just what he'd done. He looked at the vibrator, still sticky from his enthusiasim. He, a guy, had just used that, that thing that girls used. A fake dick. He got dressed and left, hoping no one would ever know of his shame. That doesn't work when everyone knows what you left for. "What took you? We heard the scream, decided to stick around and enjoy yourself? Come on, we're burning daylight!" Ranma colored as he grabbed his pack, stuffing the vibrator under some clothes in the bottom. "Where is that guide?" asked Genma, impatient to get on the road and away from the source of embarrassment. "I dunno, I thought he was with you." "He heard a splash and went to check on it. He should be back by now." The Jusenkyo guide walked up and, seeing that they both were packed and ready to go, grabbed his camera's and backpack. He lead the way out of the valley, towards the next location marked on his map. **************** "Whoa..." breathed Ranma-chan. Beside her, Genma-chan nodded agreement. "That's incredible!" "Village of Chinese Amazon Nuns. Very nice." {And very dangerous,} the guide finished under his breath. {Nutcases, all of them.} "That's one big church!" Again, Genma nodded agreement. The village looked to be about half vegetable garden, one quarter huts, and the rest was taken up by a huge gothic church that actually looked bigger than it was because of the way the rest of the town looked like an extension of its walls. They were met at the outskirts of town by a pair of men in brown robes, holding spears. A Chinese nun stepped out to greet them. {State your business.} Okay, so it wasn't exactly a friendly greeting. The guide was on his best behavior, bowing low and gesturing for the two temporary women to do the same. {We are weary travelers, we seek a place to stay for the night.} The nun glanced at the two women in men's clothes and seemed slightly affronted, but politely beckoned them to follow. {Come, you will be shown a room. The ladies may follow me.} Ignorant as they were of the language, Ranma and Genma nevertheless figured out the meaning without the guide's help. There was something about the way she said things that gave them the impression that she should be holding them at swordpoint rather than at the business end of a cross. The guide was lead off by a pair of silent, brown robed figures. Ranma and Genma had little choice but to follow the imposing figure of the nun, who was rather strongly built now that they noticed it. They passed a log suspended in the air where an old nun appeared to be beating the hell out of a young girl as they fought with staves. Ranma eyed it with interest but was reluctant to get involved. It was just as well, that old woman could really swing a stick. Genma eyed the gnarled old figure and shuddered, giving a quick prayer to the heavens. They entered the dimly lit building with all due reverence, or at least nervousness. The nun brought them to a small indoor washroom and showed them in. "You speak Japanese, correct?" "Uhh, yes?" "Clean up here, clothes will be brought to you." Realizing what type of clothes the nun probably had in mind, they both started to protest. "No, no couldn't possibly trouble you…" "Fresh clothes will be brought to you," she repeated a little more forcefully. She received a couple of mute nods that time. Smiling in satisfaction, she exited the room and left the two to their own devices. In fact, their own devices were the source of much eyebrow raising and unspoken communication. They each decided that it probably wouldn't be appropriate with the other in there as well, and neither was exactly eager to get started anyway. They both wished to be male without the hassle. They turned their attention to the buckets of water and proceeded to clean up, folding their clothes and putting them back in their packs. That nun was intimidating. A short while later they both realized that there was a small pile of clothes laying on the floor, next to the wall away from the door! Hair started rising on the backs of their necks and they both felt a chill run up their spine. That spot had been empty a few minutes ago. This chill had unexpected consequences. "Geez, watch it with those things pops! You nearly put my eye out!" "Cheeky boy. Hurry up and get dressed, yes, I know what they are, wear them anyway, they should be serving dinner soon and I for one don't want to be late!" "Yeah, whatever..." They dressed reluctantly, but food lured them onwards. As soon as they stepped outside the door they were met by another nun and lead to a dining room. There they were served some sort of rice topped with a thin gravy sauce and shown a table. Just as they were about to attack their food and each other's, swift hands rapped their knuckles with staves that seemed to have been pulled from nowhere. Both rubbed their hands and would have glared but for the large ring of glares already present. They shrank back and waited. Ranma attempted to mumble through the prayer but Genma didn't even try, choosing instead to keep her head bowed and try to stay as far in the background as possible. They ate slowly and precisely, conscious of the fact that the nuns that surrounded them seemed more than capable of beating good manners into them should they choose. The food went by very quickly, far too quickly for Ranma's liking. Genma was strangely happy about the short meal, she really wanted to get away from the watchful gaze of the very old nun that was now inside. Her less than spry herself sparring partner was seated at a table off to one side with the rest of the young women. Afterwards they were directed to a room and told that evening prayers were in a few hours. So were about 3 nuns, with more cots set up indicating that this was a well used room. Ranma sat down on one of the little cots and Genma leaned in close. "We've got to get out of here," she whispered. "Why?" Ranma whispered back. "Err, we just do." "But we'd be spotted before we made it past the outside door!" "Hmm, maybe if we turned back to men and grabbed some of those robes?" "And how are we gonna do that?" "Simple boy, we walk out like we're going to the bathroom and find a place to hide." "What about our clothes?" "Hmm, I'll have to find them. They're probably still in the bath. I'll go find them and get some robes too. You be ready to move on my signal." "This is a crackpot plan of yours ain't it? What have you done now?" "Nothing! Lets just get out of here!" They both stood up and walked toward the door. "Act casual," Genma hissed. Fortunately, she hit Ranma before she started to whistle. They quickly made their way to the bathroom where they'd left the packs. Genma grabbed them and managed to hide them in a little cubby hole down one of the halls. She thanked God that most of the nuns were getting ready for prayer. She only had to duck a few times. They found a smelly pile of brown robes in a sack outside one of the rooms, possibly another sleeping room for the monks. They each borrowed one and sought their own hiding place to change back. Now, Ranma wasn't the most well traveled of guys. He'd been around, but half the time he didn't pay enough attention to learn much, plus Genma wasn't the religious type. This combination of factors forces us to forgive her bad choice of hiding places. It looked like some sort of closet, she reasoned. The seat was a bit of a surprise, but never look a gift fish in the mouth. This was only her second time to turn back into a guy. She'd lasted a little over a day and a half before the change had happened again and she'd only had the curse about two days. Genma had turned back after about a half a day. Still, they were on a tight schedule and Ranma had no time to waste. She'd left her weapon behind, figuring that it'd make too much noise. Ranma quickly thrust her hands in her pants and started working away. Genma, on the other hand, had brought hers with her. She just went for the more secluded hiding spot. It took a little while and a little luck, but she finally found a room that was not only empty, but was also dusty and didn't look like it'd been used in a while. If she had stopped to look closer she'd have seen that the dust showed telltale scrape marks in certain places. Ranma worked her fingers with a frantic urgency. "Unnhh, come on, come on!" She still didn't feel quite ready for certain things so she relied on the super sensitive spot she'd discovered the previous time. Just the merest touch sent spikes through her body. But it wasn't working! She tried stroking, she tried pinching once, she tried shaking her hand like the thing, but it just wasn't working! Finally, she decided to go for it. Gently this time, Ranma pushed one finger in. "Ahhh..." she dragged it back out just as slowly. "Oooh..." This helped, but not enough. She inserted another finger. "Nnng." This was it, this was it. Deeper... Ah, what's this? Ranma was puzzled. What was that? It was thin, "Oooh.." Pull out, wiggling her fingers, push... She pushed forward against her fingers and spasmed slightly. "Ahhh..." Ah, to hell with it. Push! "AhhhOOohhhahhh..." Worth it? Definitely! She felt her fingers get sticky and pushed her pants down to get a better look. It was easier now, not as rough. "What? Blood?" Ranma tried to wipe the blood off. She inadvertently stroked the sensitive spot again. "Oha well ahhh! Oohh! AHH!" This shouldn't take long. Shampoo was a good girl. She was a promising student of the more violent portion of the Chinese Amazon Nun's policies, and being a conglomeration of several conflicting religions and cultures they had some weird ones. Shampoo was being trained as one of the members that enforced order and dealt out punishment. But everyone, from the highest nun to the lowest monk, was expected to give confession. Shampoo didn't have much to confess, just the usual. Enjoying violence, lustful thoughts when not married, a little experimentation, nothing serious. But a sin is a sin, and it must be confessed. She opened the door to the confession booth and slid inside. She composed herself and knocked softly on the divider. A soft moan answered her. Puzzled, she knocked again. Another moan, louder and more urgent was her reply. She started to knock again, but hesitated. There was no mistaking the moan that came from the other side that time. In fact, it sounded like someone else was in the confession booth for masturbation, but she hadn't came in to confess about it! Shampoo tore through the lattice partition with one hand and looked inside. A startled shriek assaulted her ears. Ranma had been caught red-handed and with her pants down, as it were. And before she got to finish too. Shame. Ranma's only thought was, God, strike me down now? Please? Another startled shriek split the air. Shampoo got out and threw open the door to Ranma's side. She grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and dragged her in the direction of the scream, leaving Ranma to franticly pull up on her pants. They followed lots of other nuns who were all streaming toward the big dining room. When they arrived they saw Genma-chan surrounded by nuns, all holding sticks of various types. One of them was waving a beige rod like object that looked all too familiar to Ranma. Shampoo took one look and proceeded to drag Ranma to the front. The outsider heathens may as well burn together, she reasoned. {I found this one in the confession booth with dirty hands!} she shouted. {Put her here, that they may be together in their infamy! For they are foreign perverts!} {Sister Perfume! Can you tell us what you found?} The nun holding the vibrator nodded assent. {I was fetching some papers for sister Cologne when I heard a buzzing.} She hit the switch for a second and then turned it back off. Everyone jumped slightly, especially Genma-chan. {I followed the sound and then I found this heathen, with this, this THING, doing you know, in the Rectory!} Everyone gasped. {Sodomy is a terrible sin!} one piped up. {It's one of the burnable offenses!} shouted another hopefully. {But, I didn't mean…} Perfume protested feebly. {Burn them!} the crowd of nuns shouted almost as one. Oh, hell, thought Ranma and Genma. Kichigai ICQ# 37606443 Visit my site! http://lavender.fortunecity.com/clockwork/416/index.html There are two types of liars in the world. Those who say they haven't, and those who say they quit.