So this was turning out to be a bit of a bad idea, though honestly what did she expect given the way that things had been going so far? On the one hand, putting this off was a really, really bad idea. The sooner she got it done, the sooner she (might) go back to her normal self. The only problem was going out in public. Letting everyone see her wearing what might as well have been fetish wear. The people she passed on the street gawked as Akane strode by, and she glowered back at them in response. Not that they noticed. Not a single one of them was watching her eyes.
“Is this much further?” Ranma asked. Even though she could handle herself perfectly fine, and had reminded him of this fact quite handily, he had insisted on coming ‘just in case’. Akane was a little conflicted about that. Grateful for the gesture, but annoyed that he thought she was some fragile little thing that might break if left unattended. Still, he had asked to head out in front of her so that he wasn’t just staring mindlessly at her, so she couldn’t feel too upset… “I don’t like the looks some of those guys were giving you.”
“Try being on the receiving end,” Akane sniffed, unconsciously swaying her hips for maximum seductive effect. “Ugh. I shouldn’t even be angry at them. I know exactly what this body’s like, and -”
And here they were. Doctor Tofu’s office. He was the best chance they had to get this situation resolved. That was why she’d made the trek that she had made a hundred times after some fight or another, or just to ask for advice even though she could have just as easily turned towards her father or Kasumi. A familiar journey turned into an adventurous trek of lustful gazes and abject humiliation, but it was hardly as if she could stay holed up in her room for the rest of her life…
“So this is the place?” Ranma asked. “Say… Why didn’t we ask for this guy to come visit your place again?”
Akane blinked, twitched, and then punted Ranma over the exterior wall. “Mention that kind of thing earlier next time!”
To her surprise, Ranma was back by her side in the blink of an eye, catching her off guard with just how damn fast he could move. “How can such a sexy girl still be so uncute?” he asked, earning himself a sharper shot to the ribs while the two of them went inside.
“Hello!” Akane called. Fortunately there weren’t any other patients there today, for which she was certainly grateful. “Doctor Tofu! Where are you?”
“Is this doctor really that good?”
“Oh, he’s the best!” Akane enthusiastically said, clasping her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels, completely oblivious to the fact that Ranma had turned around to face her and was quite obviously staring at her bouncing chest. “He knows all about things like shiatsu, and has a real fascination with the mystical. If anyone in Nerima knows something about what’s happened, it’s him!”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“He will!”
That was the end of that argument. Of course Doctor Tofu would know. Because if he didn’t then that would mean she’d have to live out the rest of her life as the walking wet dream of everyone she ever met. Heaven help her in the winter months; who knows what kind of apparel it would compel her to wear?
“Akane?” the good doctor called from the next room. “Did I just hear the voice of my favourite martial arts patient? How have you been… Today…?”
“W-Well, I -” Akane began, but trailed off when something rather odd happened. It was the kind of thing you would only notice when you knew him for a little while. It seemed completely innocuous, not the sort of thing you’d notice from anyone else. But in his case it signified something really quite important. Tofu’s glasses were fogging over and Akane could no longer see his eyes at all.
“Hi, doc!” Ranma greeted, completely oblivious to the danger in front of him. He stepped forward to give a small wave. “My name is Ranma Saotome and… Uh… Is it okay to tell him about the thing? We’re still pretending to go along with it, right?”
“Ranma!” Tofu suddenly said, slapping Ranma on the back. The tough martial arts boy she’d met today completely collapsed to the ground with an expression of utter agony on his face. “Yes, yes! Soun has been telling me about the engagement for quite some time now! I suppose you’ll be engaged to Akane now, right? Hahaha! You lucky dog!”
Her fiance whimpered on the floor, and Akane backed away from her lifelong crush with butterflies in her stomach. Oh no… She should have thought of this! Why didn’t she think of this? Or maybe she had unconsciously thought of it and wanted him to look at her this way? Akane swallowed nervously. This situation was… bad.
“Th-This is your expert?” Ranma grunted. He pulled himself to his hands and knees with tremendous effort, pain evident throughout every cell in his face. “Damn! What did he do to me?!”
“Hold on a second,” Akane interjected when a sudden thought hit her. “You knew about the engagement?”
“Well, yes!” Dr Tofu answered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “He was always so enthusiastic about it. He could hardly wait to meet the young man that would marry one of his daughters! Why, that excitement alone must have added ten years onto his life! I’m so glad he picked you. I’m sure the two of you are a perfect match. Perfect, perfect match! Hello, Betty, this is Ranma! Please, at least put some clothes on, dear. We have guests!”
While Doctor Tofu danced around the room with his skeleton, singing a happy song to himself, Akane stood stock still and staring. “You - You knew, and didn’t tell us?”
“Well, no!” Doctor Tofu replied. “I imagined your father had already done so. Didn’t he? Wasn’t that terrible of him, Betty? Ahahaha! I imagine a young couple in your position must be concerned about certain things happening too quickly! Get on the table and take your clothes off, I’ll begin the examination immediately…”
Just like with… No, even worse than with Kasumi! Where Kasumi was involved he was so much goofier than this. But here, there was a sort of hungry expression on his face. Akane didn’t like it. Not one bit. But she couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. The emotional weight of everything she’d gone through today was hitting her on all sides at once and she didn’t even know how to react anymore. She was barely even aware that Doctor Tofu was approaching her until his shadow was being cast over her, and he was saying, “Oh dear, where are my manners! Let me help you out of -”
A jar hit him in the side of the face, and then just as Akane turned to see where it had come from, she was bundled up into Ranma’s arms and carried out of the office. “Hey!” Akane yelled. “Hey, put me down! I don’t need to be - Whoa!”
Suddenly, Ranma collapsed just as they were outside the wall surrounding the building. He lay twitching on the ground, staring up at the sky. It took her a moment to realise that the pain he was feeling before had not in any way diminished, that Doctor Tofu must have accidentally hit several painful shiatsu points. And he’d still gone out of his way to carry her out of there.
Was that because he was trying to keep her safe, or because he was trying to impress her?
“Are you okay?” she asked. Ranma sprang to life at the sound of her voice, and scrambled quickly to his feet, keeping his back turned, hands on hips, and then he began to laugh.
“From something like that?” he laughed. “Don’t be silly! A slap on the back won’t put me down! I’m way too tough to be taken out by a small tap!” She poked him in the back. He crumbled like a sandcastle under the weight of a tide. She could even see tears.
“Macho idiot,” she sighed. “Sorry about this. He usually only gets that way when my sister is around. I didn’t think that he’d be affected by this… Thing like that. Here, let me help.”
“No way!” Ranma jerked away from her arm. “Don’t wanna be carried by a girl! That’s way too embarrassing for a guy.” He tried to stand up. A stiff breeze hit his back. He fell flat on his face. Akane sighed again, reached down and yanked him up by the pigtail - simultaneously, she could see Doctor Tofu doing cartwheels down the street - to pull him into a side grip so that she could keep him steady. “Then again I might be persuaded otherwise,” he dreamily added, doubtless due to the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest. Akane was sorely - Sorely! - tempted to dump him right there, but it was hardly his fault. Maybe she should just… Stay off school from now on. At least until this situation was dealt with.
Everything was far too complicated! If she couldn’t even get Doctor Tofu to study her without flipping out like that, then how on earth would he be able to fix her? The terrible truth dawned on her. She was stuck like this. Like it or not, there wasn’t a single damn thing she could do but try to ride this mess out.
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Akane walked into her dojo. <i>Her</i> dojo. Not anyone else’s. She was eager to work off a little frustration accrued over the course of the day, and this was the perfect method to use for that task. All she had to do was head inside and then -
Someone else was already training. She could hear them from further down the corridor, moving quickly around the wooden surface, grunting to emphasise their blows. Little sounds like that which people don’t really notice themselves making because they’re too focused on what they’re doing. Who was in there? They didn’t have any students due…
She entered the dojo and stopped dead in her tracks. There was a girl in there that looked familiar. There were several key differences to note. Her chest was bigger, and barely hidden by the gi. Her midriff was toned, and laid bare by the top. Her legs were longer, her butt firmer. The face was the only part which looked the same at all, and she still barely recognised it because she was used to seeing it in a mirror or in a photograph.
Her own face. This was her.
“Oh, hey!” the other her said, giving an oddly seductive wave with come-hither eyes. “Just thought we should chat while we were sleeping. You didn’t seem happy today, and I wanted to find out why.”
The dojo disappeared and suddenly they were at school, both of them shifting clothes from gi to uniform. Akane jumped nearly out of her skin, then felt her jaw literally drop to the floor when she saw what her counterpart was wearing. There were fetish schoolgirl uniforms and then there was whatever that was! Indecent seemed like a good word to start with! At the very least her own uniform was normal, and come to it so was her body! Her jaw pulled back into place while the sexier her began to stalk around her, each inch of her body moving in a way that made it seem like they were in competition for attention, and by god, they were all good at what they did.
“So let’s recap!” the other her declared, bending over without warning to get right in Akane’s face. There was something so terribly unnerving about that smile. “You don’t… Like your new body? Why is that? We do strive for ultimate customer satisfaction! Every time!”
The floodgates opened, and suddenly Akane remembered the day before. Ah! Ah! Of course! That stupidly sexy body that transformed her clothes into sluttier versions of themselves! That sex-changing fiance she never knew about! Doctor Tofu turning into a lustful maniac!
Which is why Akane hauled off and punched the other her right in her stupid, smiling face, sending her flying off over the school and probably into low earth orbit. She dusted off her hands, turned around and -
“No, really!” the other her said. “Why don’t you like it? I mean, don’t you like being the sexiest thing alive?”
“Not especially!” Akane yelled. “Why should I like it? Being lusted over by everyone I meet, turning them all into drooling idiots! What’s good about that?”
“Oh, how about <i>everything</i>? You can have your pick of anyone. They’ll be putty in your hands after a few minutes. People will be waiting on you hand and foot just for the chance to touch your finger!”
The damning part was, Akane could believe it. Even looking at this other her was making her feel funny all over. She was just so pretty. It was hard to maintain eye contact when a body like that was right beneath it and especially when it was wearing something so…
Akane slapped herself. Stop that. She shook her head and got ready to yell some more at the other her, but stopped when out of nowhere Doctor Tofu appeared in her place.
“I see it now,” Tofu said. “You are the better sister, I should have been paying attention to you all this time.”
“No,” Akane whispered. “Not like this. This isn’t me! You’re not seeing me! Not the real me. I want you to want the real me.”
“Huh?” Tofu asked. “I thought that was why you grew your hair out. Wasn’t it? To seem more feminine. Isn’t this the same thing?”
“Not even a little!” Akane yelled, pushing him away. “You don’t want me. You want this transformed slutty version! The only person that’s even tried to keep their hands off is -”
A strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist, and suddenly Akane was being pulled backwards. She looked backwards into the eyes of her fiance. Ranma. He smiled gently and nuzzled her neck, and she whimpered a little.
“Oh! I get it!” the other her said, appearing once again. “You like him now? I guess he is a little closer to your own age and interests, and the girl thing has… possibilities. So much potential.”
“St-Stop that!” Akane sharply said, but was quickly silenced when a girl-form Ranma appeared next to her and joined the boy form in kissing her on the neck. “It’s - It’s Tofu I like!” Speaking of him, he had stepped in onto the side and was staring down at her with that tender expression he always used when treating some injury or other. It wasn’t fair! How could she fight that? “It’s… I don’t want…”
All three of them, all around her at once. It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t fight it. The other her was looking on with this annoyingly proud look. Almost smug. Akane so desperately wanted to rub it off her face, but for some reason her body wasn’t moving right. She couldn’t quite muster the strength to break free, and it was starting to feel far too good to be real.
“There’s nothing wrong with having them both,” the other her said with a twinkle in her eye. She was starting to fade now, prompting Akane to renew her struggle to get free to slug her again, but her efforts were silenced when boy Ranma’s lips met hers and everything around her went a bit like cotton after that. “Learn to relax a little! Maybe you’ll start to see the benefits of your position and have some fun!”
Fun? She called this perversion fun? She - She dared to imply this was a good thing?! “You bitch!” Akane yelled at the top of her lungs, then realised that she was sitting up in her bed. In sexy lingerie that did not in any way resemble the pyjamas that she normally wore. Akane grunted in annoyance at her transformed body, then tossed the offending items aside. Sleeping in the nude would be much better!
But what she didn’t notice as she rolled over and tried to get back to sleep - For a more normal dream this time - was that the lingerie she had thrown aside did not immediately change back into her regular sleepwear.
- Akane decides to head off to school and deal with things as they come.
- Akane decides to stay home from school and work out a plan.
- The next day, Tofu pays a visit of his own to apologise.
- Who was that girl that looked like Akane in her dream?
- Something else
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