To the surprise of quite possibly nobody at all, Ranma Saotome in girl form, wearing a bunny suit, attracted quite a bit of male attention. I mean, is anyone actually reading this and thinking 'wait, what?' upon reading that? It's like claiming that water is wet, that the sky is generally blue. Ranma's girl form is a noted cutie, a busty short stack with feminine features that were borderline supernaturally hot. Bunnysuits are specifically designed to accentuate the female body, teasing the shape, showing off the legs, highlighting the hips, framing the breasts. It's only natural that a combo like that would be a deadly strike across the male libido.
"Oh, you!" Ranma tittered, going quite a bit overboard in the girly behaviour. "Come to Uchan's, boys! I hear the chef's a real cutie too~"
"We will!" came the chorus of boys, enslaved to their lower brain at the sight of the cute girl making a simple demand of them. She waved them off... and was a little surprised to see there were a few girls there too.
"Um!" one of them, pushed forward by the others, nervously began. "W-We were just wondering! Where did you get that outfit?!" The other girls all nodded in great interest. They were looking at Ranma, not with lust (well... mostly not lust) but with envy. Oh, of course. They were also seeking male attention.
"Ask Nabiki Tendo, tell her Ranma sent you," she said.
"D-does that get us a discount?"
"Hah! No chance! It'll just break the ice with her." And when dealing with Nabiki Tendo, one needs to break as much ice as you possibly can. That wasn't entirely uncommon either. Some girls were having a bit of trouble attracting the attention of a boy, because there were so many other girls around to seduce them. Even having three girls to one boy wasn't enough to even the odds for them, so they wanted an extra edge - and a bunnysuit would do the job. Ranma was at least getting the attention of those girls too.
But... The same problem as before still presented itself. Tsubasa was still getting a lot more girls flocking to him.
"Ohmigod, he's soooo cute!"
"Look at that frilly dress, he fills it out super well."
"Hey, could you, like, show me how you do your makeup? I almost couldn't tell you were a boy, at first."
Tsubasa shot a smug look across at Ranma. That jerk! Winning this contest by attracted airheads! Come on, what did he have that Ranma didn't?! Well, technically right now Tsubasa had a penis, but still! It was so weird! He was like - like bimbo catnip. A total ditz magnet. In which case, it made a certain kind of sense that neither Akane or Ukyo were into him. They were on the opposite pole. The 'tomboy' wasn't gonna be into the same sort of thing as the 'super girly airhead' any day of the week.
Still, Ranma had this deep abiding sense of foreboding. Something bad was about to happen, she could feel it in her bones. No, not just Tsubasa winning. It was something that was... somehow much, much worse than that. Which felt impossible, there couldn't possibly be something worse than a cocky, whiny little pain in the ass beating -
"Marcelle!"
Then again, Ranma had been wrong before when it came to matters not getting worse.
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Internally, Tsubasa had been busy coming up with a winning speech. Rub that freak's face right in it, let the whole world see who was the cuter of the two! Hehehe, maybe if he played his cards right he could even make Ranma go on a date with him while wearing that outfit. It was pretty sexy. Couldn't lie about that. Ranma might not be cute, at all, but she was super hot and he had working eyes, so why not have a bit of fun with her before continuing to woo Ukyo?
Of course, the world can only tolerate so much smug from such an unworthy person before inflicting tremendous punishment upon them. And so - Tsubasa got the wonderful privilege of meeting Azusa Shiratori for the very first time.
"Hello, it's soooo nice to meetcha!" Tsubasa said to the cute, wide eyed girl who was staring at him in rapt fascination. "Why don'tcha come to Uchan's where you -"
"Marcelle!" the girl yelled, and pulled Tsubasa into the kind of hug that gives the unwary an asphyxiation fetish. You know the sort. A big, far too big hug that wraps around the head, pulls the receiver right into the chest of the giver and completely, thoroughly, robs the victim of their ability to breathe while making them kinda think it would be worth it for a little while to just... stay here a while. "Oh, Marcelle! You are far too cute!"
"Having trouble there?" Ranma called out in a mocking tone. "Oh dear, it seems you've attracted the wrong kind of attention!"
"Indeed, your friend has," said another voice, silky smooth, the kind of tone used by someone who likely describes themselves as a 'nice guy' and a 'smooth operator'. Protip to everyone out there, if the best thing you can say about yourself is that you're 'nice', there's a decent chance you're not as good a person as you think you are. "The attention of my partner is not something I would wish upon my worst enemy."
And just like that, suddenly Ranma had the attention of Mikado Sanzenin. I mean, it was pretty much inevitable really, with Ranma dressing like that and Tsubasa being as cute as he could be it was practically a siren call for the pair of them.
"Hey, get off me, ya creep!" Ranma yelled, kicked and punched, but Mikado was not a man who gave up easily.
"Guhhhhhh!" Tsubasa sucked in air desperately when Azusa finally, slightly loosened her grip. He looked around - and saw that the girls he had gathered around had all scattered. "H-Hey, let go of me!"
"Nuh uh, then Marcelle will try to run away!" Azusa tittered, holding tightly onto Tsubasa in spite of his squirming attempts to flee. There's only so much marshmallow heaven one can take before it becomes marshmallow hell, after all!
"You idiot, you scared all the customers away!"
"Yeah, clear off we're trying to have a competition here!" Ranma yelled. For once, agreeing with Tsubasa on literally any topic. "You idiots are ruining everything!"
"And the whole lot of you are scaring my customers away!" Ukyo screamed from the doorway. She tossed some spatula at them in quickfire motion. "Go on, get out of here! The pair of you! Bunch of jackasses, you'll ruin my business!"
This felt like an excellent time for them all to vamoose, scram, scarper and just generally not be there. Oh, Tsubasa was quite sure he could calm her down (hah! Sure you can, pal!) if given the opportunity, but with this crazy girl clinging onto him like the mother, father and grandparents of all vices now might not be the most opportune time.
As for Ranma, she found herself being scooped up bridal style by Mikado before she could mount a protest, took note of exactly where he'd put his hand while picking her up, and slapped the dolt so hard it should have sent him into next week. And yet, it didn't, for Mikado Sanzenin on the prowl for a kiss was a terrifying beast indeed.
"By chance, have we met before?" Mikado asked. "Your appearance feels familiar to me for some reason, have my lips perhaps graced yours before now?"
Ranma, naturally, hauled off and proceeded to deck Mikado with approximately one hundred fists a second. It would have been thrice that, but it was a bit of an awkward position to throw a good punch from, and she clearly wanted a very good punch.
Once they were a bit away from Uchan's, Tsubasa and Mikado stopped running. "Urgh! So annoying! What do we do now?" Tsubasa asked... then looked around and had a quite devious thought. "Hrm. Since that contest was ruined, how about... a double date? The one that shows their partner a better time, wins."
"Urgh, no thanks!" Ranma said, slipping out of Mikado's grip and pushing the boy over. Turned out, he'd fallen unconscious there at the end. That many punches would do it to a guy, for sure. "You go on a date with a cute clingy girl who would be happy if you gave her a ribbon, while I date mister grabby hands here, who won't be satisfied unless he gets some action? Blegh! Kinda stacked don'tcha think? No way, forget it, there's nothing you can say that will..."
She trailed off and took a deep breath.
"We're about to do a Gilligan cut, aren't we?"
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