Story: Matron Apron

 

Kasumi considered the situation with tremendous care. Akane's logic was sound enough. As long as Ranma's curse form was a factor, the two of them could do all manner of inappropriate things with one another without consequence. Furthermore, Ranma's curse would cause all manner of confusion with the public if they were affectionate where others could see them. Oh dear, the gossip that would circulate.

The logical solution, then, was to resolve poor Ranma's curse. He had been complaining about it since Kasumi had known him. But how to do so?

<i>Put the apron on him...</i> a voice whispered in her ear. Oh yes. That's right. Of course. Through the power of the Matron Apron, that made a strange sort of sense, even if Kasumi couldn't quite articulate why.

"Here," she said, producing the apron and sliding it over Ranma's head. "I'm sure you will look darling in this."

"Oh, thank you Kasumi," Ranma said, and then... froze in place completely. It's a warning you see from many who dabble in the mystic arts. Don't cross the streams. Don't mix magics. You never, ever know what might happen. The Matron Apron was a whole other kind of sorcery than the curses of Jusenkyo, though both of them are in a similar realm. Transformation of the body, and through this, influencing the mind to gradually accept the curse over time.

It's quite one thing having something that focuses on mental magic, like love spells or brainwashing of some description. It's quite another to have two different forms of physical transformation magic applied to the same person. Especially since Jusenkyo focuses on having two forms, while the Matron Apron requires only one. 

Thus, the apron caused something unexpected to happen. Unexpected, yet also exactly what Kasumi desired. It took stock of the existence of two templates for Ranma Saotome. One male. The other female. It then engulfed the female parts of Ranma. Not only the body, but also the part that found it more fun and comfortable to be a girl. Everything else went right into the male part - and was then ejected, sending a naked pigtailed hunk sprawling to the floor, and a fully girl Ranma wearing the apron.

With that done the apron could get to work. Ranma's girl form was already a cute and busty shortstack, so why mess with a perfect idea? No need to make her taller, this MILFy wonder would simply become an exaggeration of what she already was. Her breasts were even bigger than Kasumi's enhanced chest. Her curves became more pronounced, her cute round face more mature, but her height and hairstyle stayed the same. If Kasumi was the ideal yamato nadeshiko, then this copy of Ranma was a tomboyish MILF.

"Oh, why thank you very much Kasumi," Ranma - Actually, let's go with the obvious turn here and call her Ranko from now on. "That was most helpful of you."

"Think nothing of it," Kasumi replied. She then looked over towards Ranma himself. A place where her sister was also paying quite close attention. "Ahem! When the two of you are married, young lady."

"Sorry sis," Akane cast her eyes away from Ranma's body. "But it looks like the apron made him hotter too."

Indeed it had. It's easy to imagine that Ranma's naturally buff given his sheer strength and martial prowess, but that wasn't quite the whole story. He was efficiently lean and strong. It was a bit deceptive in a way. At least... it was before. Now? His body was like a bodybuilder. Perhaps a residual effect of the apron? An indication of what it might normally do if a man decided to wear it?

Regardless, Ranma reached out to cup Akane's chin and make her look up into his eyes. Both the MILFs watched with concern, certain that something inappropriate was about to break out, but instead...

"Have no fear, my dearest fiance," Ranma said. "As much as I yearn to be one with you, it shall only come to pass when we can provide for the family we both deserve. That day is not now, but I shall work hard to make it come as soon as possible."

All three women in the room swooned at his effortless charm and charisma. For a moment it seemed like they were about to allow a kiss to happen, but - 

"No, no!" Ranko interrupted, pulling Ranma away while Kasumi did the same thing with Akane. "Oh dear me, brother dearest. We shall have to keep a close eye on you, otherwise you're going to absolutely ruin that hot tomboy fiance of yours."

"Hrmph!" Ranma pouted. "And I was looking forward to turning her into an uncute bride already. Now I'm even more determined to make her into my wife, and the future mother of my children!"

This prompted Ranko to pinch his cheeks. Yes, the cheeks on his face. She peered at him with a serious pair of eyes and warned him with a motherly tone - "Keep it in your pants, and keep your promise," she said, taking her time to enunciate each word. It was the tone of voice mothers use which can be safely called Middle Name Tone. You know the tone. If you have a middle name and you hear your mother using it, you know to be fearful. You know to be frightened. You know your ass is in a sling already, and she's just waiting to hurl it.

"Blegh!" Ranma replied, sounding a touch petulant like a teenager being told to clean their room. "You're not the boss of me!"

"That's right!" Akane said. "I'm the boss of him!"

Both Ranko and Kasumi gave each other knowing looks. Knowing that Akane wasn't exactly wrong about that. Regardless, they could hardly let these two lovebirds linger near each other with the way they were being, Akane still had much training to do before she could become a proper housewife.

"Shouldn't you be looking for a husband?" Ranma asked his... 'sister', let's go with that. "I already found a wife, so you should find a husband, right?"

A husband. A husband! Oh! Oh of course, of course! She hadn't thought of that. Naturally enough, it hadn't even been a full two minutes of her own independent existence. Until then, whatever aspect of her existed at all was thinking about a wife at best. Even then, only fleetingly and because the situation Ranma had been pushed into sort of made it necessary to consider every now and then. It's hard not to think of wives when no less than three separate girls are trying to lure you into married life.

"A husband...?" Ranko considered. Oh yes, of course. The Apron had clearly not considered this. "I simply must find a husband as soon as possible. After all, the three of you are Kasumi's responsibility, and I must start my own family. For a loudmouthed brother who can't keep it in his pants, you're quite smart sometimes."

"Anytime, tomboy!" Ranma replied, showing that there was still a strong trace of his own usual personality under the extremely deep and thorough brainwashing Kasumi had given him. "Hey Akane, I know you're now more devoted to feminine activities in your preparation for becoming my ideal wife, but do you wanna train?"

Akane mulled that over for a moment. "You mean, get engaged in close, sweaty contact with you for an extended period of time?"

"Ahem!" Kasumi warned. Akane pouted at her. "Oh, alright. But no hanky panky! Not until he puts a ring on it, alright my dear little sister?"

"Only if you promise to finally marry Doctor Tofu," Akane retorted, sticking out her tongue in a playful girlish way. "Deal?"

"Hrm..." Kasumi mused for a moment. Now that she was not wearing the matron apron, her own sense of responsibility over her sisters was somewhat diminished. "I suppose... I will need to marry a good man, once I no longer have to take care of your needs..."