Alright then. There's only so much time you can waste being disgusted about the situation you're trapped in before you get <s>petty, spiteful</s> thoughtful about how to turn it around to your own advantage. It didn't hurt that she'd had most of the day with Ranma as a girl by this point, which let her work a little of her magic on the students and staff at Furinkan.
Alas, Ranma had turned back into (shudder) a boy at the end of the school day as soon as possible, but that was <s>terrible</s> fine. It was <b>fine</b> dammit. If the lesbian shard let something like this get it down, it wouldn't have gotten anywhere.
So. What to do about this situation? As the <i>boy</i> it was attached to slept through the night, snoring loudly and uncouthly as boys are want to do, the lesbian shard thought. And schemed. And planned. It wasn't especially used to having to do this, as its powers were usually strong enough that it didn't especially need to come up with a plan more cunning than "get those two girls alone, turn on the magic and bask in the sensation of them eating each other’s pussies until they cummed their straightness out.”
"Oh shit Shampoo found us again..." Ranma mumbled in his sleep. "Almost as bad as the tomboy..."
A bad dream? About a pretty, busty foreign beauty with a pretty face and murderous intent, okay that made quite a lot of sense all of a sudden. Something to file away for later. For now, though... Short term goals. Ranma was spending his time at Furinkan as a girl.
In which case, it was quite a shame. Quite a shame indeed that Ranma had decided to forego the uniform of that fine establishment. What a terrible example to set. Let's see if we can do something about it.
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Ranma Saotome never had to worry about sleeping in for school. Not because he had an alarm clock. Oh no, nothing like that. What he had was much more certain to awaken him than any buzzing clock could hope to accomplish.
"Time for training, Ranma!" his father yelled while tossing him out the window. Try to sleep through that.
Amazingly, it was the first time in memory the Lesbian Shard felt grateful towards a man. The boy it was attached to promptly landed headlong into a koi pond - somehow not killing any of the fish in the process - and changed from he to she in the blink of an eye.
Perfect. It sat back smug in the back of Ranma's mind, and let her get the frustration out of her system. Oh, such delicious frustration.
"You hit like a girl!" Genma accused while trading blows with her.
"Funny, you hit like an endangered animal!" Ranma replied, grabbing her father in a headlock and dunking him in the pond just enough to become a panda.
"Oh, Ranma! Genma!" Kasumi called from the house. Perfect timing from the perfect housewife. "I was just about to call, breakfast is ready."
Normally, this is where the lesbian shard would give Kasumi a nice reward for serving up such delicious food. And putting an end to masculine nonsense at the same time. Not so much today. It had other priorities. LIke waiting for a perfect opportunity to ruin - There! Out the corner of Ranma's eye, she could see Akane approaching with a kettle.
If it had lips that weren't Ranma's, it would grin ominously. While the pigtailed girl remained oblivious, the lesbian shard sent an itch down Ranma's spine at just the right moment to make her arm pop out. Knocking the kettle right out of Akane's hands, flying across the corridor...and landing perfectly on its target.
"Hey, careful!" Akane yelped. She rushed off. "Honestly, you try to do someone a favour... Oh."
"Oh?" Ranma called, not really looking in her direction. "Something wrong, tomboy? You really ought to watch what you're doing -"
"It looks like your shoes are soaked through," Akane said. Her tone had shifted quite a bit. Aha, just as the lesbian shard thought - she wasn't all violent tsundere all the time, there was a bit of empathy in there too. "I'm sorry Ranma, you won't be able to wear these today." They were not only drenched but also caked with mud. It would take hours to clean them up!
Kukuku. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Both Genma and Soun's feet would be far too big for Ranma, even male form would be too small. Girl form would be right out. Which left only one real option for them to take! Sure enough, a minute later another pair of perfectly dried shoes were dangling in front of her face.
"What are those?" Ranma asked.
"My spare school shoes," Akane replied. "They're the only pair in the house that will fit you."
Ranma stuck her tongue out at her fiance. By the end of the week she'd be doing much more entertaining things than that, if the lesbian shard had its way. Regardless. Ranma put her shoes on. Her new shoes. It took a little bit of fudging to make them perfect, but that's the magic of the lesbian shard for you.
"Oof!" Ranma grunted after taking a step. "Man, I'm too used to slippers, normal shoes pinch way too much."
"That's because you're not wearing socks," Nabiki said. She slapped Ranma in the face with them. "Normally it would be a thousand yen to borrow these, but I'm feeling generous. One hundred yen only - if you let me put them on."
"What are you up to?" Akane asked, but Ranma was already forking the money over. "Hey, Ranma! Don't agree so easily?"
"What?" Ranma asked, sitting back and letting Nabiki slide on the knee high socks allll the way up her leg. Her rather glorious leg, let it be said. No changing from the lesbian shard required, this body was already magical enough. "I know a good deal when I hear one."
Stage two, complete. Isn't it amazing what you can prepare in advance with a little preparation? Like, say, giving Akane Tendo a dream about Ranma thanking her for giving her hot water, or Nabiki having a dream about Ranma wearing knee high socks? Naturally, those dreams had turned quite sapphic in between repeating those beats, but that was a minor digression.
That part was easy. The next part would not be.
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"You're sure popular with the boys," Ranma said from up top, watching with sarcastic interest as Akane did a Lesbian Shard approved pounding of some man meat “I woulda thought that one ass-kicking would be enough to scare ‘em off.”
"Shows what you know!" Akane yelled from the ground while palm striking a sumo wrestler hard in the chest, sending him flying way further than the distance of a typical sumo ring. "Every! Day!"
"Indeed it is," Tatewaki Kuno called, in that way that men sometimes do when they think they're God's gift to women, but if they are, then they hadn't yet learned that women had kept the receipt. "Here, for both of you!"
A pair of roses were tossed out. Ranma and Akane both caught them on instinct, and then Kuno came in for the attack. Akane went into guard. Ranma, more crucially, did not.
Oh, how wonderful. It seemed that the men in Furinkan were being surprisingly helpful today. In their own stupid masculine way.
"I strike!" Kuno yelled, and normally Ranma would dodge a blow like this easily enough even when caught off guard, because while Akane was good enough to beat a sumo wrestler at his own game Ranma Saotome made her look like a novice in comparison.
Not so this morning. This morning, her left leg didn't quite move back all the way it should have. Causing her shirt to be torn along a seam. Easy to fix - well, why not? The lesbian shard thought the shirt looked cute on Ranma. In girl form only - however, it was still unwearable until such a time.
"Ack! You idiot!" Ranma yelled, and punched him off into parts unknown. Good. He'd done his job already. "Oh, man! My shirt!"
"Well you should have..." Akane began, then blinked as she got a bit more of an eyeful than she probably meant to. The girl stared for a bit longer than is typically considered polite, but then again so was everyone else. Male and female alike. Honestly even if a god wasn’t making them supernaturally attractive they’d still catch the eye. Perfectly formed breasts made by magic, without any imperfection caused by living as a human being for 16 years prior to getting them.
"Uhhh..." Akane mumbled. Then she shook her head, that was quite long enough. "You can't wear that! Come with me!"
"H-Hey, not so rough!" Ranma yelled, but to no avail. Akane was dragging her off inside. Alas, not for some nookie. Not yet at any rate. "What's the big idea?"
"Akane, over here!" Yuka said from just inside the entrance. "I saw what happened and - Here!" She tossed a white sleeveless shirt over. "I think that's Ranma's size."
"Huh? How'd you know my size?" Ranma asked.
To which, Sayuri ducked out from around the corner, framed her index fingers and thumbs into a square, winked at Ranma and ducked away again without saying a word.
“I am suddenly afraid of that girl.” Ranma said.
“We all are at times.” Yuka patted Ranma on the shoulder, “She mostly just wants to make clothing for you.”
Now, this is where any normal girl would duck in a more private location and change clothes. In fact that's what the Lesbian Shard was expecting Ranma to do. But no. In fact, Ranma's boyish attitude was playing to its advantage today. She had absolutely no sense of feminine shame and, by goodness, even the Shard had never imagined how beneficial such a thing might be.
As such Ranma whipped her torn shirt right off her head, leaving Akane and Yuka and a female teacher who happened to be walking through the corridor at the time gawking slack jawed at the divine sight before them. (The teacher would crash into the wall, end up in the nurse's office, and this would lead to a gay wedding a year down the line. Don’t think the Lesbian Shard can’t multitask.)
"Phew, there we go!" Ranma said. She then realised her pigtail had wound up stuck in her collar, and gave it a nice little tug out. Which caused her shirt to bounce, just, all over the place.
"Buh," Akane said.
"Guh," Yuka agreed.
"Yeah, I can get away with this," Ranma said. "It's not girly at all! Come on, we gotta get to class."
Cue Ranma striding off to class, completely unaware that the Lesbian Shard had - for the fun of it - made a few... adjustments to her gait. Wiggling her cute butt invitingly for anyone behind her to behold.
"Guh," Yuka said quite urgently.
"Buh," Akane agreed, making grabby motions with her hands until Ranma disappeared. Then, the spell broke. "Oh! The bell's about to ring!"
As for the Lesbian Shard, it was practically grinning from ear to ear. Oh yes, Ranma. A white shirt isn't girly. Not at all. Nor are the shoes or the kneesocks... But now comes the hardest part of them all. How, oh how, should you be compelled into wearing a certain aquamarine dress?
Well, there was nothing else for it. Not really. Those trousers had. To. Go.
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Those trousers weren't coming off for love nor money. Ranma was being particularly stubborn in typical chauvinistic fashion. Don't misunderstand, those baggy trousers were really good for the short stacked busty babe, but... Come on now, she'd absolutely kill it in a dress!
Alas, it seemed that no amount of spillage would get her to take them off. And it had tried. All morning. Here Ranma, have some pencil shavings all down your front. Have a drinking fountain suddenly squirt water to make it look like you'd peed yourself. How about some orange juice?
Kuno's sword strikes didn't go low enough to work, and even if Ranma jumped the trousers wouldn't tear on anything. Not without also scarring those beautiful, perfect legs. Ah! It was so frustrating! It was already lunchtime, and the Lesbian Shard's run of good luck had apparently gone off!
By this point Ranma had already amassed quite the fanclub. Half the girls in class were already surrounding her at this point, trying to strike up a conversation. Much to her annoyance. She would much prefer to have wound up chatting with the guys, but... yeah, no. That wasn't happening any time soon. Not if the Shard had anything to say about it. Still, with all these girls around...
"Why are you wearing those trousers?" one girl asked, under the Shard's prompting. "You'd look super cute in a dress."
"Nah, I prefer trousers," Ranma said.
"Oh, but really. Give it a try."
"H-hey, give it a rest!"
Pushing too hard. Damn it. Even from within the girl's own body, she was pushing a little too hard against the idea. Think, Shard. Think! There must be a way to get this girl into a dress. There has to be!
"Ew, this milk is rancid!" a girl in the corner of the cafeteria yelled. Ding! A wild opportunity has appeared! Alright now. Got to approach this carefully. Scan for opportunity, try to make the timing perfect... That girl there would do. Tickle her thirst. No, not that kind of thirst, the other kind. Yes, go for some more juice at the counter, while that other girl with the milk was heading to the trash can...
Then Ranma stretches at just the right moment, yawns, makes blood spurt out of the noses of all the girls around her... and also happens to distract both the girl getting the juice and the girl tossing the milk at just the right moment to make them collide into each other.
And splat. All over her trousers. Cue evil laugh? Yes. Cue evil laugh.
"Aw, hell! This stuff reeks!" Ranma yelled.
"You can't wear those!"
"They need to be cleaned, pronto, or they'll be ruined!"
"Hold on, come with me, I'll get you changed in a heartbeat..."
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“You do know that pouting like that only makes you look cuter,” Akane said, with a very smug smile on her face. "More girly, too."
"Shut up!" Ranma snapped at her while gliding along the school grounds in her ankle length dress. "I don't wanna hear about that from an uncute tomboy."
Uncute, huh? It wasn't hard to see why she'd have that impression. The first instance when Akane had seen Ranma decked out in the Furinkan High girl's uniform, it was like... How to put it? Her idea of what was cute was redefined. It could rain bunnies and puppies and kitties from the sky, they could all land safely, and she'd find it pretty so so.
Actually she'd probably be more worried about the supernatural effect on the weather, and the overall effect it might have on the local climate, not to mention who would take care of all those helpless baby animals, but that's not the point of the metaphor. The point is, Ranma was <i>adorable</i> like this. Even more so when you realised she didn't want to be dressed like this.
"Man, you chicks have been hanging off me all day too," Ranma grumbled. "I'd rather hang out with the boys, you know?"
"Why?" Akane asked. "No really. Why? Our girls have pretty diverse interests too, you know. You like manga? Sayuri's your girl. Need blackmail material? Nabiki has you covered, and Yuka makes the cutest fortunes.” To think, yesterday Akane had been worried Ranma would use her curse to try and take advantage of her friends and fellow female students. Seeing her passed around like a cute little doll had removed that fear.
“Why does your sister give out blackmail material?”
Oh right, Ranma's only experiences of note so far with Nabiki were being groped and getting help putting on knee socks. Speak of the devil, there she is. Walking over and... blushing? What the...?
"H-Hi there Ranma," Nabiki said, waving a little and... and fidgeting like a girl with a crush. "That uniform really suits you."
"Yeah, yeah..." Ranma grumbled and tried to walk away. But Nabiki stopped her.
"One thousand yen or I tell your father about it," she said. "Or... as an alternative, you show up for a fun little photoshoot tonight in the training hall."
Whew, that was a bit more like it. Still though, there was a definite uncharacteristic shyness about Nabiki, whenever she was around Ranma.
The other weird thing was how hard it was to remember that Ranma was a boy cursed with a girl's body. For some reason Akane was having a really hard time remembering that. It kept on slipping her mind, as if she was trying to carry a puddle of water in her bare hands.
Well, maybe she was overthinking this whole thing. Or maybe this thought process was rooted in her not wanting to get engaged to some random boy who becomes a girl that she didn't even know. Whatever.
"Aw, what's wrong Ranma?" Akane asked. "Are you going to pout some more?" She poked the pigtailed girl in her cheek. Soft. Hard to resist the urge to pinch.
"Hmph, you should try acting more like Yuka.” Ranma huffed, “She was nice to me from the start.”
“That’s her job as class President, I am under no such obligations.” Akane poked the girl again. Gosh she was fun to tease.
"Eh, well. I'll have to ask her about that this weekend when she shows me around town."
Huh. Wait. Hold on now. Run that by her again.
"What do you mean, she's showing you around town this weekend?" Akane poked her again. She could do that all day!
“Yeah yesterday while she was buying me lunch she offered to.” Ranma said.
“Like what!? A date!?” Akane said, suddenly feeling very concerned.
“How could it be a date? She thinks I’m a girl.” Ranma pulled away from the poking.
Right. How could it be a date when it was between two girls? It would just be two girls hanging out. Looking around town. Heading into cafes and arcades and splitting a drink between them and heading to the movies and then heading home as the sun sets and the two of them are hand in hand and they kiss by the light of the full moon-
In that moment, Akane Tendo resolved herself to spy upon this not-date.
- Now that Ranma's in her uniform, it's time to lesbian it up around here.
- Skip to the weekend date.
- Alas, Ranma goes back to male form at home. Next step, fixing that bad habit.
- Nabiki's photoshoot that night.
- Something else
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