This was a bad idea. It was the mother and father of all bad ideas. Akane knew that it was a bad idea, she could feel it down to her bones, and she could have probably stopped it, but... Well, look at her! If Ranma asked her to go to the moon she'd at least try very hard to build a rocket. That cute face, those bright pretty eyes, that quivering lip when she'd asked. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and yet here they were.
"Let this meeting of the Furinkan Boy's Club come to order!" Yuka said, slamming a toy hammer given to him by Sayuri on a book on the table in front of him. Akane winced. He didn't want to be here today. He'd been hoping to skip this one. Looking left was the core reason why. Ranma Saotome, in girl form. Apparently she'd wanted to get to know the other girls, something about sympathy for having the opposite curse? Wasn't Akane enough for that! Oooh, Akane kind of wanted to hog Ranma all to himself! No, not kind of. Definitely! Definitely must have that hot pigtailed shortstack all to himself! "And welcoming our newest member, Ranma Saotome - who actually has the opposite curse from the rest of us. This cute girl is originally a hunky boy!"
"Aw, shucks, you're making me blush," Ranma said. No trace of blushing there. A swelling of pride, a puffing out of her chest... A very distracting puffing out of her chest, and not just for Akane. He shot a gaze of warning at the boys in the room. "So, what do you guys do at these club meetings anyway?"
Talk about sex, mostly. Discuss their explorations of their new bodies, share tips and discoveries. And then? Lewd each other. It was kinda gross really. As if - As if the ability to spontaneously switch genders at a whim had tripped something in their brains, making hormones go into overdrive that normally wouldn't. Like the chemical balance of their brain was shifting around in a way it wasn't meant to, playing havoc with their sexual identity. Turning them all into perverts.
Or they were already perverts before they got cursed and this was merely bringing out all their deviances to the surface the way that rain brings out earthworms. At this point Akane could almost accept either answer. Actually he was 90% sure at the very least Sayuri was the latter.
"We swap advice on how to best handle our curse," Yuka said. Which was the polite way of basically saying 'we talk about sex and dicks'. "So, Ranma? You're in a different position from the rest of us."
"Yeah, I guess my curse is basically the opposite of the rest of you," Ranma said.
Oh no. What was this horrid, ominous -
"Teach us how to be more like boys!" Sayuri blurted out, letting it all hang out there. No, not like that. "I get such weird looks when I'm out and about in my cursed form! I must be doing something weird, right?"
There it was. That horrid, dreadful feeling she'd had eating away at the back of her brain. Look at how the other club members were leaning in, all eager to learn. Some even had a notepad out. One was licking the end of a pencil with wide eyed anticipation.
To his annoyance, Akane caught himself leaning over a little bit as well.
"Ladies, you came to the right place!" Ranma said, flexing a bicep. Oh god, that was too cute. She was probably trying to make herself seem super manly, but with that body it made Akane want to roll Ranma up in a sweet roll and eat it for dessert. "Let this manly man sort you out!"
A few of them had the audacity to swoon. Ugh, honestly. Just because ranma was way too cute to be real, that was no reason for them to react that way!
"To start with, guys don't swoon!" Ranma admonished. "So cut that out already. Even if I am a total hunk."
Oh. Oh why? Oh why did Akane have to be so attracted to this idiot? Then Ranma stretched and yawned, and he remembered quite vividly.
"What else? What else?" Yuka asked, joining in the note takers with great enthusiasm. Was that drool?
"What should we do if there's a girl you like?"
Sayuri! What kind of question was -
"Well, in my experience the best thing to do is pretend like you don't like them," Ranma said right away. "After all, the second you show weakness and admit you like them first, you lose. They'll be the ones in charge of the relationship. Never show weakness, that's the number one rule of being a boy!"
That explained so much, it was like someone had whispered the truth of God into Akane's ear. As if he had been allowed to bear witness to the creation of the cosmos, the unspooling of fate right before his eyes. For a rather gross moment, he even comprehended Kuno. Which meant that a bath, a shower, and rigorous scrubbing was in order. Ew, ew, ew!
"As for dealing with other guys, you gotta assert dominance where you can," Ranma continued. No, stop, it felt like Akane was understanding Kuno even better. He might never be clean again. "Piss 'em off, and if they pick a fight, beat them up!"
"Ohhhhh!" understanding seemed to be dawning on the others as well, but their reactions seemed to be basically the opposite of Akane's. And look at Ranma, nodding along sagely, arms crossed and... legs spread open...
"Ranma," Akane nudged her with his elbow. "You're still acting like a boy! Try not to be so defenseless!"
"Akane makes a fine point," Yuka said. "Ranma, if we're going to learn how to act like a boy to fit in better, you should learn to act like a girl!"
"Feh, no chance, not happen-"
"Buck buck baaaaawk!"
Oh come on, it couldn't possibly be that easy. There was no way Ranma would fall for something like -
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It was five minutes later, and Akane was staring at girl form Ranma Saotome wearing a bikini. This was a blessing. It was, in fact, purification for the earlier sin of comprehending Tatewaki Kuno. For this was no ordinary bikini. It was, in fact, a rather peculiar design that Akane had no recollection of seeing before. When Sayuri had said 'slingshot' Akane hadn't known what it meant.
"Don't you go taking advantage of Ranma," Akane had said while Ranma had gone to the next room to change. "I'd better not find out you're making her dress up in something dirty!"
That version of Akane was a fool. Oh, later he was sure he'd feel deep, abiding shame at so blatantly drooling over those glorious curves, those bountiful breasts, those alluring hips, those magnificent legs... But at the moment it was very, very hard for her to give a damn.
"Urgh, this thing is riding up on me something fierce," Ranma complained. Oh yes, and that butt. How funny, Akane had never really appreciated the gentle artistry of a nice behind before meeting Ranma. Now, she felt a little more preoccupied by them. "You girls like wearing this sorta thing?"
The other members of the club all held up 10s. Honestly, Akane still felt that was a bit too low.
"Hey, Akane, why am I wearing this dumb thing again?" Ranma asked. Right. This was it. A chance had arrived for you to redeem yourself. Tell her the truth. Tell her that they wanted to ogle her. Stare at her. Behold her magnificent, flawless skin so they could drool over her clesh, when none of them 0 not a one of them - was worthy to have it. Not even Akane himself. Not that this was going to stop him from trying.
“Because what if you are at the beach, Ranma? You can’t just go around in swim trunks. So we need to get you used to girl swimsuits, so for the sake of making you the best girl possible. we’re starting you with some more bold ones.” Sayuri lied through his teeth.
"That's the complete truth and nothing but," Akane said, watching Ranma try to unwedgie herself and committing every atom of it to memory. He could almost hear the invisible extra t at the end of his sentence. "You need to practice by wearing extremely girly clothing, otherwise people will think you're weird."
"You don't want people to think you're weird, do you Ranma?"
Peer pressure. The ultimate social weapon. The nail that sticks up gets hammered down.
"Hre, you should try walking like this," one brave girl said, and yes this was a girl. She got behind Ranma, put her hands on those glorious hips. Somehow she didn't get burned from touching something so hot. Then gently guided Ranma into walking like she was on a catwalk.
"Huh? Like this?" Ranma asked. Oh, if Ranma walked like that down the street in her normal clothes she'd cause car accidents. Those hips were lethal weapons, that body was surely lust incarnate. Akane felt like a moth staring at a flame, surely he would be burned if he reached out to touch it, but... But...
"Hey, Ranma pose like this!"
"Like this?"
Now Ranma was leaning seductively against a doorframe, thrusting out her chest.
"Hey Ranma, could you lean over this table like this?"
"Huh? Are you sure?"
Now she was leaning over in a way that thrust her butt right out, while squishing her boobs into the table.
"Hey, Ranma -"
"Okay, no, that's quite enough of that!" Akane interrupted. At last, at long last, his conscience caught up with his lust. "Ranma, you shouldn't be doing this, they're just -"
The swimsuit had not been sized for her, and there was a slight slip of Ranma’s left nipple. This made Akane's brain blank out at a rather crucial moment, which in turn led to...
"Huh! No, I get it," Ranma said. "You're jealous, right? That a guy like me can waltz on in and be more girly than you!"
The gauntlet had been thrown. Of course, akane misunderstood why the room fell hush. To his mind it was because they were spoiling for a showdown. In actuality, the other club members had remembered the advice Ranma had given earlier. So, did that reaction mean...?
"H-Hey, where did that come from?" Akane demanded.
"Well, you're still kinda a tomboy even when you're a girl," Ranma shrugged. "So, I figure, that's why you're not giving a whole lot of advice on how to be girly, right? Nothing to be ashamed of, we all have our weaknesses."
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Today was the best day in Sayuri's life. You want some evidence? It was right before her eyes! Both Akane and Ranma, in girl form, dressed up in seyxy maid uniforms, serving up drinks to the club! Being all competitive and cute!
"Hrmp! You call that being a cute maid?" Akane scoffed. "Here you go, lemonade like you ordered."
"Hah! You've got more appeal as a boy!" Ranma said, bending over to serve a drink to Sayuri with a cheeky, tomboyish wink. Heaven! This must surely be heaven! Look at those two, with nearly matching uniforms! The only difference between them was their colour scheme, blue for Akane and red for Ranma. Oh, those frills, they really brought out the feminine figure lying underneath. This was it, this was sublime - and best of all was the tsunning off between the two of them!
"You're gonna have to step your game up, Saotome, if you're going to want to get by me!" Akane turned her nose up. Oh, so cute! Their little Akane had a crush! An extremely obvious, nobody could possibly miss it crush!
"More like I'd have to step down just to see where you're at"!" Ranma immediately countered. Well, nobody but Ranma could miss it apparently. Nobody in the club was complaining. Dinner and a show. Or... drinks and a show? A truly wonderful use of their time, observing and nurturing this blossoming relationship right before their eyes.
Alas, there's always got to be someone that spoils everyone's fun. That person was Azuma Sekizaki. The tall, short haired young woman stood up from her desk, finished off her lemonade, and spoke up.
"Okay, I can't stay quiet anymore about this," Azuma said. "Saotome, Tendo, stop being dumbasses. The rest of the club is just messing with you."
You could almost hear the record scratch. Everyone in the club knew quite well that these two were martial artists. The revelation that they had been messing with them had not been applied to the cost benefit analysis. Oh no what had they done.
Sure, Ranma was wearing a frilly maid outfit with a short black skirt, a white bodice that showed a lot of cleavage, white stockings, black heels, and it all topped off with a cute maid headdress. But word about how good she was from students at the dojo had already begun to spread. No matter the image she was presenting, this cutie could bend them over her knee backwards, make no mistake!
"Messing with us?" Ranma asked.
"What do you mean, messing with us?" Akane asked, rather more pointedly.
"Oops I spilled my drink!" Sayuri said, spilling it all over Azuma's head before she knew what was happening. In turn, this tripped her curse - and turned her into her smaller, cuter boy form right away! That was just a stalling tactic, of course, Sayuri needed to think quickly on how to shut Azuma up before they all felt the wrath of two martial artists. "Ah, Ranma, I think Azuma was jealous of how cute you looked, that's all!"
"Well, of course she was," Ranma said. "I'm the cutest boy in this club, and don't you forget it!"
"Ah, she's quite the showoff isn't she?" Yuka whispered to Akane.
"Yeah, she sure is!" Akane huffed, grabbing Ranma's ear and giving it a good hard twist. "Ranma, stop goofing around, and don't pick on Azuma!"
Oh thank goodness, they're both complete idiots. Still, that was a little too close for comfort. Maybe from now on they should play it safe and, ah, not trick these two into wearing fetish gear around the club? At least not in such a blatant way.
- Time for some more club activities. This one a bit less sexual. The “boys” are off to some sort of manly activity like a sports match, or camping, or something of that nature.
- What is Kuno doing to try and deal with this den of sin, and why is his sister sounding curious!?
- With a challenge coming up, Akari decides to ask Akane for a bit more advanced teaching.
- Nabiki has a scheme that's going to make Ranma's life miserable.
- Something else
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