Story: HHL Film Director

 

Somehow, they'd wound up back at Akane's room at the Tendo dojo. Ranma couldn't quite remember how or why or when they'd gotten there, but she was... right now, sitting on Akane's bed fidgeting like mad, while in front of her Akane and Shampoo were... talking. Regularly. Like normal girls might talk. Instead of two girls that hated each other. Hated, loathed, despised each other. For good reason. First of all, they both wanted Ranma, which is plenty of reason for two girls to not like each other very much. Secondly though, total personality clash. They wouldn't like each other even if Ranma wasn't around for them to want to themselves.

Ranma was about to say something, when suddenly, out of nowhere, the two girls kissed.

'Ohhhh yeah!' Ranma realised while watching the two of them really go at it. The two of them were pretty aggressive, and right now, Ranma could plainly see them both going in, tongues out, each trying to sexually dominate the other, and neither one gaining an inch. 'That's why I don't remember anything, they kept on making out in the middle of the street and my brain went-'

A goofy smile crossed Ranma's face. She fidgeted on the bed and adjusted her collar, feeling extremely aware of her girlish body as she did so.

"Now, Ranma!" Akane said, turning her attention towards her... shall we say distracted fiance? Yes, that is a good way to put it. Distracted. Thoroughly, totally distracted. "We need to have you try out a few things, okay?"

"What sort of things?" Ranma asked. He didn't really intend to sound skeptical, mind. It simply came out that way. Akane smiled, reached down and cupped Ranma's face, forcing her to look up, while leaning forward and -

Cute cute cute cute cute~ The word hammered Ranma's brain on full repeat. Over and over and over again. Cute. Cute. Cute!

"Oh, wow! Is that all it took to break your brain?" Akane giggled. "Wow, you really had it bad for me, didn't you?"

"Cute...." Ranma burbled groggily, the spell cast upon her by Akane's mere presence completely shutting down her brain.

"Alright, let's play dress up!" Akane clapped her hands. "Shampoo, the cheerleader uniform, if you would!"

Shampoo then produced it. The same uniform that Ranma had worn during her battle against Mariko. A sleeveless green top with a white V-shaped stripe outlined in black across the chest and a matching pleated green skirt with white and black trim around the hem.

Normally, this is the sort of attire that Ranma would only wear under duress. If the situation was extreme enough. If someone was in danger, or someone had a cure for the Jusenkyo curse, or perhaps the more concerning issues - if Ranma was hungry between meals and away from home!

Oh, and also if Akane was in danger, or someone had mildly upset her, or if some other boy was trying to get close to her.

Or, really, just about anything involving Akane.

Wow, yeah, put it into perspective like that and Ranma really did have it bad, huh?

"I'm not wearing - " Ranma began to protest, only for Akane to turn Ranma's head around and make her look right at her. Right at the cheerleader uniform Akane herself was already wearing. "Cute~"

"Come on, Ranma dear~" Akane chirped. "Try it on. For me, won't you?"

There was no such thing as martial arts dressing up, but if there was, Ranma would have aced it. Her clothes were off, tucked neatly at the corner of Akane's bed, the uniform plucked from the hanger Shampoo was holding onto, and mere moments later Ranma was standing in between both Akane and Shampoo dressed up like them. Like a cheerleader about to practise.

But it was not cheerleading they'd be practising, as Akane made clear by leaning in close and whispering "good girl" in Ranma's ear, right before slipping her tongue inside Ranma's ear canal.

"Good girl!" Shampoo agreed, stepping close to Ranma and embracing hre fully, slipping her own tongue into Ranma's mouth.

Every boy in Furinkan became a little more erect than they had been a moment ago, but also felt a keen, crushing sense of frustration and envy, aimed at someone they could only guess at. Most of them guessed Ranma, because the circumstances of that particular youth did naturally lead to a lot of local gossip. Really, could you blame them? A teenage martial artist who turned into a cute girl with cold water was already enough to fuel neighbourhood gossip for decades. Add in the fact that he somehow had the attention of multiple equally attractive girls, each of whom seemed willing to level a city block over him, and people were practically taking notes.

If this were our world, it'd be a bestselling manga with tens of millions of copies in print, and global penetration. Since it wasn't, the locals had to settle for watching the real thing unfold from behind their curtains. Thinking of it like that, perhaps we should be jealous of them for their completely free front row seat?

Or, no, we should be jealous of Ranma, who was left burbling the word 'cute' over and over again while two very cute girls dressed up like cheerleaders were embracing her with great enthusiasm.

"You see?" Akane asked. "There's nothing wrong with feeling pretty, right?"

"Feeling... Pretty?" Ranma asked.

"Yes, Ranma feel too too pretty!" Shampoo continued, stroking her hand through Ranma's hair. "Sometimes Ranma is handsome strong boy. Other times, cute petite girl."

"And cute petite girls like to look cute and petite~" Akane continued, punctuating it by licking Ranma's cheek. "So? How about it, Ranma? Let's get you dressed up in something cute."

"Then when we finish, you turn back into boy and fuck us into coma!" Shampoo finished.

Ranma wobbled on her feet. Cute, cute, cute, cute~ The word rebounded like an echo in a cave - no, the word was not perfectly in line with what was happening here. An echo will get quieter as time went on. The word was getting louder and louder, drowning out all thoughts.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw a cute girl. Standing next to two other cute girls. They were offering the cute girl in the middle clothes, and then that cute girl was pointing out the ones that she thought would look the best. Cute, girly clothes. Tiny frilly skirts. Maid uniforms. Bunny suits. String bikinis, and the like.

They all looked totally cute on that adorable pigtailed girl in the mirror. Such a lucky girl, getting to dress up in clothes, just like that. Such a cute, lucky, lucky girl!

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Akane had teased Ranma before for having it bad, but if she was being completely and absolutely honest with herself right now?

Humanahumanahumana!

This is part of the problem with their relationship, if she was being honest. Ranma is just. So hot. Not just as a boy, but as a girl as well. Now, this creates a complex in a girl. When the guy you like makes a better girl than you do, it's going to make you feel kinda bad. That's unavoidable. Hell, it's normal. It always made her feel like she wasn't in his league, and teh constant insults of her figure and personality really, really didn't help matters either.

Having awakened to her inner pervert, embracing what she really wanted deep down, that she'd denied herself actually wanting... It had opened her eyes to one simple fact.

The two of them were goddamn idiots.

Really. Truly. Goddamn idiots, who couldn't budge an inch because of stubborn pride, waiting for the other to slip up and admit they liked the other, keeping each other from their happiness when the braver, smarter thing to do was to go 'hey I like you, let's make out'.

Better still, she'd even brought to heel her greatest romantic rival. Opened her eyes to the way of the pervert as well. Between the two of them, they'd establish who was in whose league. They'd make sure that everyone understood completely and assuredly what their place in this relationship was - And if she played her cards right, none of them would have it any other way!