Story: Genma the MILF

 

 

 
"Oh, my god Akane you are the luckiest girl in the history of this school."

Akane paused mid-bite of her sandwich upon hearing something utterly bizarre. Her? The luckiest girl in school? What the actual fuck was Sayuri on making that kind of comment? Had she missed the part where she'd spent the better part of the last month's mornings fending off hordes of horny athletes? Hang on, wait, if we think about this from the other direction she might actually... ew!

"Yuka, please either explain to Sayuri why I'm unlucky, or to me why I'm lucky," Akane said. The more serious of her two friends looked Akane in the eye, staring a hole into her as if trying to solve an especially tricky crossword puzzle. Huh? Had she said something weird?

"Yesterday, I would have said you're unlucky. Cursed, even." Yuka nodded sagely, with the wisdom of one who had grown up in a temple. "Today, you have nothing but my absolute envy, you lucky, lucky girl."

"That hunk totally negates all of your bad karma!" Sayuri sang, with all the wisdom of one who spent all of her spare time writing and drawing erotic comics. "I mean, he's so cool and handsome and - Oof, I can't wait to draw that cursed form! Gosh, Jusenkyo curses! That's giving me so many <i>ideas!</i>"

Right, right. Of course. Ranma had stood at the front of the class. Hands clasped behind his back. Looked out over the classroom. The class looked back at him, standing there in his not-uniform with his exposed arms making quite clear exactly how rrrrrippling his biceps were, and then -

<i>"Hi there, I'm Ranma Saotome. I'm a travelling martial artist, who has recently visited China. While there, I acquired a strange curse. Pardon me."</i> Then he'd pulled out a water bottle, emptied it over himself and the classroom exploded in astonishment and surprise. Well, why wouldn't they? A handsome boy had transformed before their very eyes into a cute girl! That's not something you saw every day!

Well, they would get to see it every day from now on.

<i>"By the way, no funny ideas about splashing me in the locker room or the boy's bathroom? In either form I am still strong enough to lift a car quite easily. I can assure you, while this body is extremely appealing to the male gaze, <b>I would make it a point to make it not worth it for you.</b></i>

That was when Akane had dented her desk from gripping it too hard. Something about that had worked for her. Really, really hard.

<i>"I identify as male in either form, and only have an interest in women. Furthermore, girls, please have no concerns that I shall use this curse for any twisted rationale. I shall not enter girls only areas without express permission - and even then, I shall avert my gaze accordingly. Ah, let's see, what else...? Oh yes. I am currently staying with the Tendo family, as our fathers are close friends. That should about cover it, I think."</I>

Did he have to say that?! Akane was still not fully comfortable with the idea that she was attracted to that idiot, and now their connection was spreading around the school!

"You have a sweet, handsome, thoughtful, utterly shredded boy lurking at your home, working up a sweat in your training hall, no doubt wanting to do some 'indiscriminate grappling'..." Yuka said. Yuka said that. Yuka! Of all people, Yuka!

"And sometimes, just sometimes, he will be a she inste~ad," Sayuri sang. Okay, that felt more in character. "It'll get hot. It'll get heavy."

"Your bodies will be close. So close, breathing heavily..."

"Your hand goes to her hip so you can toss her, but she shifts at the last minute."

"And then you tumble on top of her, your lips inches apart..."

"What happens next?" a new girl asked, her head suddenly appearing in between the other two, except upside down. Yuka and Sayuri, naturally, promptly, jumped out of their skin and shrieked. "Hey, hey! Are you girls teasing my current friend and hopefully future girlfriend (should she choose to consent to such a relationship)? She's obviously uncomfortable with you fetishising me and my curse."

"D-Doesn't that bother you?!" Akane yelled.

"Eh, not really?" Ranma shrugged. "Male power fantasy often revolves around being found sexually irresistable for girls, and even someone like myself can find it kinda hot being objectified by chicks like this. If it were boys though, I would find it gross."

"Uhh?" Yuka burbled.

"Yeah, yeah, I thought there was a double standard at work as well, until I realised that it was more to do with my orientation than anything else. Though, maybe that's merely a self justification on my part? I'm still grappling with the implications of this curse and its role upon my sexual identity. There are so many layers it's opened up, you know?"

Right. She was lucky. She was lucky to have this... extremely cute but weirdly sorta feminist boy/girl living at her place, where at any time she might, for instance, walk in on him/her in the bath, or find them training with their shirt off, or maybe even in a scenario like her two friends had conjured up with the two of them sparring and -

Her libido piped up. This was a new experience for Akane, as her libido was usually a patient slumbering beast, but for the first time in her life it made a quite insistent request.

Namely: Wrap your head around that cute pigtailed head and let her do <i>anything</I> she wanted from the position. The imagery in her head of that very thing was very quickly accompanied by a low repetitive pounding bass. It took her a moment to realise exactly what that was: Booty music. Intense, driving booty music.

"Hey, Akane!" Ranma said, flipping down into a crouched position right next to her. "Mind if I eat with you and your friends?"

"... Wouldn't you be better off with the boys?" Akane asked.

"I had initially considered that," Ranma said. "However, they seem quite insistent on fulfilling stereotypes of the male gender, and it was quite distressing to see. All they wanted to talk about were hot manga, cute girls - by the way, you're ranked #1 in the school, with Nabiki ranked #2, though the suspicion was that my girl form would be the new top spot by the end of the week - and sports. It's obvious they're so insecure about their masculinity that they're forcing themselves into those topics, when they probably have other interests they'd like to discuss."

"Does... Does she always talk like that?" Yuka asked. "Or is that he? Hey, how should we refer to you, Ranma...?"

"They/them is fine if you're confused by specifics," Ranma said. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask me?"

"Do you like Akane?" Sayuri asked. Oh no. Oh no! Don't ask that! Please don't ask -

"Yes, I do!" Ranma said. "She is exactly my type. A violent, slightly tomboyish girl, slightly clumsy, has her emotions on her sleeve and probably in denial over her real feelings. That kind of girl is very, very cute!"

"Ehhhhhhh!" both girls squealed excitedly.

"I ship it!" Sayuri yelled. "I ship it to death! I will die for this ship, you're too cute together!"

"Can I - Can I take a picture of the two of you together?" Yuka asked. "You're both way too cute, and I need this for my scrapbook!"

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One might expect that wearing such an obviously sexy outfit for work would be quite demeaning. They would be correct. Of course, she knew the effect that she had on men. How could she not? This snug white dress that hugged her figure, left her legs bare... It was extremely clearly intended to make men drool.

This... was less of a problem for Genma than you would think. It was easy money. Easy cash. What, just because she raised Ranma with a healthy respect for women didn't mean she wasn't willing to show a bit of thigh to make ends meet! Besides, it was a good chance to get people talking. You'd be amazed at the sort of things you'd hear about.

"Hey, since you're new around here, fair warning to you," one patient had said. "Don't be around when Kasumi Tendo visits. That man is madly in love with her, so..."

That was weird, but Genma simply smiled, nodded, and returned to her duties.

Then a second patient said the same thing. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth... Huh, really now? What was so bad about that? It was honestly starting to bother her. They were using tones the likes of which Genma had last heard when someone had said "there's a werewolf in town, please help us put it down before it kills again!"

Fear. Not gossip, but fear. It made no sense to her. And, thinking about Kasumi alongside her new employer, it sort of worked? This outfit aside, Tofu seemed a decent enough sort on the surface, and nobody had a bad word to say about him beside the Kasumi thing.

"Oh my, what a fetching outfit."

Ah, speak of the devil. Here was Kasumi herself. Standing in the waiting room - which had been full a moment ago, Genma was sure of it - innocently smiling at her.

"Hello Kasumi, what brings you out here?" Genma asked.

"I was wondering how you were getting on with your first day at the office," Kasumi said. "My, that really is quite daring."

And then, Genma had an idea. A wicked idea. A terrible idea. Surely they were exaggerating. Surely they were playing it up. Surely whatever concerns they had over Kasumi meeting the good Doctor were unfounded nonsense.

"Well, would you like to try it on?" Genma asked. "I think it would look good on you."

Little did she realise the pure, undiluted horror she was about to unleash upon Furinkan. No, not Kasumi in a sexy nurse's uniform, that... actually acts as kind of a negating factor to the horror. As in, it would be worth seeing even if the very next thing you saw after looking away was Cthulu's gaping maw.