Story: Creeping Perversion: Day One

Here is last week's winner, Creeping Perversion. This will be following on from option two of this update.


Consciousness flitted in with all the grace of a ballet dancing elephant, jerking Ranma to graceful consciousness whether he liked it or not. The former did not enter consideration for even a moment.

Sitting up from his bed with tremendous reluctance, Ranma scratched idly as part of an unspoken of ritual to wake himself up. Looking over in the corner revealed that he'd woken up before the old man, which suited him just fine. For once it looked like maybe he'd be able to get the drop on him, kick his ass all over the place, and -

He stopped as a presence made itself known, and he winced in annoyance. Waking his father up could wait, would have to wait. Something else had woken up and needed taking care of just in case he encountered someone that might take exception to... it. The full set of which happened to include pretty much everybody in the house at the moment. Peeking outside the room and down the corridor, he sighted nobody and crept along towards the bathroom as quietly and quickly as he could.

"Good morning, Ranma!" a voice said from behind him, causing Ranma to freeze in place. Kasumi! Oh, this really was not what he needed right now!

"G-Good morning Kasumi!" he said, carefully making sure to keep his back to her. "I'll-  I'll be down for breakfast in a minute, alright?"

"Alright Ranma," she said, and he could her her footsteps getting closer and closer all the time. Any minute now she'd pass by, and who knows how she'd react to seeing <i>that!</i> "But it is a bit strange that you're not sparring with your father this morning.

"He's just being lazy, is all!" Ranma insisted. Dammit, there had to be a way around this. There had to be a way to prevent her from noticing anything odd. In another three steps, she'd walk right by him, and then... She would scream in shock, admonish him loudly for something he had no biological control over, which would draw out the others. Nabiki teasing him for it, Soun and Akane both angry at him for letting Kasumi see such a thing in the morning... Nope. No way. Not happening. Not if he had anything to say about it! And so, Ranma did the only rational thing he could do in the situation: Run towards the bathroom at high speed, and pray that nobody was in there.

Oh, but it wouldn't be that easy now would it? Mr Tendo was heading towards the bathroom door with a sleepy gait and sleepier eyes. Not today! Ranma picked up the pace, diving for the door while saying "sorryboutthiswon'tbeaminute!" before slamming it closed with him on the inside. He breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could find a little time to get rid of the damned thing, and -

Never mind, it wasn't so much a problem anymore. It transpired that all this activity had rather solved the problem for him. Oh well. Never mind. Since he was already here, he might as well make use of the room for its intended purpose...

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In the Tendo garden, two mighty figures clashed in the air. Their fists and feet were blurs as they defied all understandings of gravity and a few understandings of basic biology. Following a well placed roundhouse kick, the larger of the two fell towards the ground and placed ever greater burdens upon any biologists that might have been observing by completely changing species, while his son casually walked off with a cocky smirk on his face.

The old man was getting slower by the day, or so it seemed. Was it him being lazy, or Ranma genuinely improving this much? Probably a bit of both, to be honest. Regardless, he sat down for breakfast feeling rather a bit famished. He could smell the food, and he could hear movement coming from the kitchen. He turned to see what had been prepared today, and -

Ranma blinked. Who was that girl? There was a familiar quality to her, the same brown hair as Kasumi, the same friendly smile, the same dress but there was something different about her that utterly fascinated him. It was as if he was seeing her for the very first time, a stranger that he knew bringing him and only him mountains of food. This was Kasumi, he realised, and yet there was something in him that was saying there was something... different about her. No. It was more like he was noticing something about her that had always been there, but he'd been unaware of before. A quality, an essence that should have been obvious to him and yet eluded him until this very moment. It was transformative and he could not unsee it, whatever it was but it was intoxicating.

Another presence made itself known, tearing Ranma out of his attempt at discerning what he was noticing about Kasumi that he had not seen before. His gaze fell upon another figure, a girl with brown hair that came to points around the side of her face. She was still wearing her pyjamas and looked like she would gladly murder a puppy if it meant she could get another five minutes of sleep, but Ranma found himself less fascinated by her face and more interested in the rest of her. Even under those loose fitting pyjamas he could tell she had a slender frame, not a lot of muscle on it but... it was the kind of body he could easily imagine being very flexible.

"What're you staring at, Saotome?" the voice said, interrupting his thoughts. Nabiki? Well yeah, of course it was Nabiki now that he got a better look at her. Once again there was the same mysterious allure, another quality that he had never paid attention to before but had always been present. What was he seeing now that he had never seen before? Ranma looked between the two sisters, feeling increasingly confused. Whatever it was, it was different between the two of them, but whatever it was it was driving him nuts!

"I'm home!" a familiar voice called from the front gate, and Ranma turned towards it with his heart pounding in his chest. Time slowed to a crawl. A girl in jogging gear had just run in past them, and though he knew once again intellectually that this was Akane he refused outright to believe that this was the uncute, unsexy tomboy that he so loved to tease. It simply wasn't possible. The image of her in his mind did not correlate to the image before him, the beautiful girl with those sexy, powerful legs leading up to a trim waist and breasts that may not be quite so large as his own girl form but were still very much present and very, very enticing. Each second she was in his line of sight felt like an hour and he could see every little motion she made. It was so easy to imagine her jogging in front of him completely naked, sweat pouring down her hot, fit body as she stretched out those muscles in ways that seemed to be designed to tease him, please him, make him want her...

The spell broke when she left his line of sight and Ranma blinked in embarassment. If his father or hers had known some of the thoughts that had passed through his head just now... If anyone could have even guessed at what he was thinking! His life would be over. Just like that. Finished. Dead. Of no further consequence.

"My goodness Ranma!" an elderly voice cooed from off in the corner. "You don't look all that well today! Why is that, I wonder? You're all flushed and staring into space! I do hope you're not coming down with anything!"

Ranma turned towards the old creep, and he recoiled in mild disgust. For whatever reason, he was lying on the floor staring up at Ranma with big old wide eyes, and dear god those eyelashes were the stuff of nightmares! Even so, it wasn't enough to make his little problem go away, especially not when Kasumi pressed her forehead up against his to check his temperature. Her face was right there, right in front of him, she was touching him, skin to skin, face to face and here he was trying his absolute damndest to hide one of the more raging erections of his life. Not. Helping.

"I- I'm fine! Really!" Ranma insisted, and tried to nonchalantly eat some breakfast. Which was not entirely as easy as it might seem.

"Hmm, I don't know about that..." Nabiki said, leaning forward and stretching slightly with a yawn. Ranma nearly fainted in response, but caught himself. "You seem kind of out sorts this morning! Is there something you're not telling us?"

Oh yes, but he wasn't going to fill her in on what that was. No sir. Not happening. Except that both sisters were giving him rather odd looks at the moment, one of concern and the other curiousity and both of them made him feel those same allures he'd felt earlier from both of them somehow that much stronger. He had to get away from these two, try to work out this pent up lust with a little privacy and hope it didn't happen again later on...

At that very moment, Nabiki let out an almight shriek, and spun around towards where Ranma now saw Happosai fleeing from the dinner table cackling like a loon. It didn't take long to piece things together: He'd copped a feel on Nabiki's glorious ass and then done a runner... But! This was it! The perfect opportunity to slip off and work out a little tension... Once he had, Ranma resolved to get himself a little more self control, otherwise he'd never survive the day.

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There were occasions where Akane worried about her unwanted fiance. Not because she liked him or anything like that. Perish the thought. It was simply because she was a good person. Yes, that was the reason. She didn't like him, not <i>like</i> like him or anything so foolish as that, but she was a good person and he did have a tendency to be something of a draw for misfortune and misery. How could she not worry about someone like that, even an arrogant womanising smart mouth like him?

Today he was uncharacteristically quiet, no insults towards her or anyone or any smart comments. Strike one. He hadn't eaten all that much over the course of breakfast. Strike two. He was walking on the ground rather than on the fence. Strike three, but that last one might have been enough to merit attention by itself.

"Are you <i>sure</i> you're alright? You look like hell!"

He merely nodded in response, ignoring the deliberately easy rebuttal she'd left for him to take advantage of. This may be more serious than she'd first thought. Akane stepped in front of him and pressed her hand to his forehead - yikes!

"Ranma! You're burning up!"

He averted his gaze, as if afraid to meet hers. "I'm... I'm fine. Really!"

"No, no you're really not. You should head back home and get some rest."

Only when the words had left her mouth did she realise precisely how... wifely that had sounded. Great. Just what she needed above all other things. To her mercy the thought didn't last long in her head as she heard the bicycle ring off in the distance and winced slightly as a far too familiar figure dove out of apparently nowhere, tackling Ranma to the ground.

"Airen!" Shampoo yelled, resting her head on Ranma's shoulder. "You not look good. Kitchen destroyer make breakfast? Never mind. Shampoo make feel all better!"

Ranma didn't move, didn't even react to the embrace by any manner other than a very slight, virtually unnoticable shudder. He made no attempt at escape, no attempt to get rid of Shampoo or prevent Akane from making any form of accusation, didn't do anything but sit there looking like he really would rather be absolutely anywhere else in the whole wide world. He must be even sicker than she'd first thought!

"Come on Shampoo, you probably don't want to catch whatever he has! I'm taking you to Doctor Tofu, got it?"

She brooked no argument, permitted no rebuttal and dragged his sorry looking self off towards the clinic. At the very least Shampoo seemed to get the message and tried to help carry Ranma - still frozen in place and periodically twitching nervously - even if it was quite a transparent excuse to discretely cuddle with him. Hopefully whatever was wrong with him wasn't contagious. Hopefully he'd recover and be back to his old wisecracking self. It surprised her how much she missed that...

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Girls. Girls everywhere. Ranma had never really noticed them before, and why should he? They were a distraction from the art. Many of them were beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, intoxicating with their cute faces and - and he dare not even try to describe the various distractions of the female form lest he lose control over himself once again. In spite of himself he couldn't stop looking, and the weird thing was that Akane seemed to chalk it all up to him being unwell! Maybe he was unwell! This felt so wrong, so against his personality type like it was an intruding feeling his mind didn't know how to deal with yet.

This was not to say that he lacked a sex drive. Far from it, of course he was always attracted to girls before today. The trick was, not quite as intensely as this. Never like this. Ever. The way they walked, the way they talked, the way the one girl over there had leaned over to pick up the eraser she'd dropped.... It was the little things that were eating away at his sanity, and he was eternally grateful for lunchtime rolling around. Maybe if he put some distance between himself and girls for a bit, he could stop himself from doing something he would regret.

The damning thing about all of this was that Doctor Tofu had pronounced him perfectly healthy. Nothing physically wrong, besides from a desire he'd kept hidden from the good doctor. He'd wished it was Akane administering the examination instead. Or Kasumi. Or Nabiki. Or Shampoo. Or almost any of the girls in class, in hindsight.

He sprinted off towards the roof, and let the cool air wash over him. Yes, this was better. A brief period of calm contemplation, and everything would make sense once again. He'd find a way to control this newfound lust, before it found ways to control him!

"Hey, Ranchan!" a familiar voice called out. He turned around and caught sight of his good buddy, Ukyo Kuonji leaning against the door frame in the boy's uniform. "Are you feeling alright? You've been sitting around like a caged animal all day!"

Caged animal. Sounded right. There was a beast inside of him that he dare not let even the faintest hint of freedom. Nor could he let anyone he knew find out he was feeling like this, or they might hate him. Or take advantage of his weakness. Or... Any other number of negative reactions.

Ukyo walked towards him, and Ranma felt his heart almost come to a complete stop. She moved like a boy. Dressed like a boy. Was utterly indisginuishable from a male of the species thanks to long years of practise that allowed her to attend a boy's school virtually undetected. And yet. And yet. <i>And yet</i> he <b>knew</b> that this was a girl, not just intellectually but deeper than that. Had this girl appeared before him without him even knowing, he could... how to put it... smell it on her. Subliminal cues that he only really noticed by paying attention, little things in the way she walked that he'd never noticed before, her body language, her voice, her face... All those little things helped him to realise that this was a girl masquarading as a boy. Without question. Even without knowing through other means, he knew and there was one other thought that was troubling him as well.

Damn but her trousers were tight.

"Hm... Akane was right, you really do look like hell! Are you sure nothing's wrong?"

"I'm... I'm not so sure anymore, Uchan."

"I hate to see you like this. Go home, rest up. I'll be over after school to check up on you, alright?"

Yes. Home. At this point Ranma was starting to believe that might be the safest place for him to be. There were less girls around there. Less chance of losing control.

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Of course it had to rain on the way home. Of course it did. As if she wasn't feeling unwell as it was, now Ranma had to worry about catching a real cold on top of... whatever the hell was wrong with her.

"Hello, Ranma!" Kasumi said. Sweet, innocent, beautiful Kasumi! "You don't look very well. Were you sent home from school?"

"Yes," Ranma replied. "I'm going to try and sleep. Maybe that'll help get rid of this stupid flu," or whatever it was. Doctor Tofu didn't seem to think it was anything, had even suggested it was psychosymatic... Whatever that meant. Rest. Rest was what was needed. Ranma trudged upstairs towards the guest room feeling physically and mentally exhausted. She mechanically removed her damp clothes, hanging them up in a wardrobe that had recently been added.

And stopped.

And stared.

There was a full body length mirror on the interior of the wardrobe, showing Ranma's girlish form in all of its considerable glory. While Ranma had known that she made a hell of an attractive girl, before this moment... before right now she didn't truly appreciate what that meant. Such a cute face, such perfectly shaped breasts. She couldn't kick her trousers off quickly enough, and studied her form in a way she never had before. God, she was hot. Again, not new information but... it was more like she was appreciating it in a way she never had before. The headache and the fever were soon forgotten as Ranma spent hours posing in front of the mirror drinking in her nude and beautiful body. Only when she heard the soft footsteps of Kasumi bringing soup did she stop, throw on a shirt and dive into the futon she'd already set up for just such an eventuality. To Ranma's mild disappointment, Kasumi had brought a kettle with her as well, permitting her to change back into a him. No more posing for now, it seemed. Maybe later. Maybe later...