Breakfast was finished, not as quickly as Ranma was used to, but quickly enough with Akane's help feeding her. "Right, time to track down that magic peddler," she declared, standing.
"I'll come with you!" announced Akane, standing with her. The two moved for the door.
"Aren't you two forgetting something?" asked Kasumi, causing them to freeze and look back at her. At their confused looks, she held up a pair of bentous. "You two need to go to school."
"Awww... Aka-chan wanted to go wiff Iinazuke-san to find her magic peddler," Akane said cutely, taking her bentou.
"Off with you," Kasumi said gently, placing the bentou in Akane's hand and shuffling her out the door.
Ranma-chan processed the information Kasumi had given her. She thought about her new taller, sexier form. She thought about how she would become a guy-magnet. She thought about how every square inch of her skin would become subject to contact with the male of the species. "ACK!" she declared, with no small amount of disgust. "No way am I going to school in this body!" protested Ranma.
Kasumi rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "May I suggest a fake identity and disguise, then?" asked Kasumi.
Ranma grumbled. "Where am I gonna get a fake identity and disguise on such short notice?"
Mumble, mumble. "Nabiki can construct a fake identity for ten thousand yen," Kasumi relayed. "Though I think that's a little steep for what we're looking for." Mumble. "A thousand yen is better. Thank you, Nabiki." Mumble, mumble.
Ranma glared at Nabiki. "It don't answer the question why I would want one, tho'," replied the tall redhead.
"To have a vacation from yourself."
Ranma's glare turned toward Kasumi, before softening at the Tendou daughter's blissful smile. "Excuse me?"
"You don't seem to be very happy as Saotome Ranma at the moment," explained Kasumi. "Perhaps you should take a break from him." Kasumi held up her hand to cut off Ranma's response, "By all means look for a cure to your condition, Ranma-kun. Just enjoy your condition as much as you are able while it lasts."
Ranma thought that over, reluctant to agree as it went against everything her father taught. On the other hand, there was something to be said of making the best of a bad situation. In the end, it wasn't hard, for Kasumi talked sense. With a sigh, Ranma relented, "Alright, I'll give it a shot. No promises, tho'."
"Good! Then Nabiki can get to work on your identity, while we prepare your disguise," Kasumi said cheerfully, dragging Ranma-chan up the stairs.
Why do I get the feeling I'm gonna regret this? Ranma thought.
"Why a girl?" asked Ranma.
Kasumi looked at Ranma seriously. "Do you believe you can disguise yourself as a man?" she asked, looking down meaningfully at the two projections on Ranma's chest.
Ranma looked down as well. "I see what you mean," she acquiesced.
Kasumi dug out the blouse and jumper from her old Furinkan High school uniform. "Let's see how it fits, shall we?" the Tendou sister began, stepping forward and holding the blouse up to Ranma's shoulders. As Kasumi placed her old uniform blouse against Ranma's chest to crudely measure the fit, her hand slipped down to cup the large, firm mounds mounted up front.
"Ooo!" Ranma gasped in surprise and arousal. Her nipples felt awfully funny, like they were turning into little hard rocks underneath her silk jacket, which was a stimulating experience in and of itself. But before she could say anything more, Kasumi stepped back holding the uniform blouse and a thoughtful expression.
"Hmm..." droned Kasumi, "You're about my height now, Ranma-kun, but I'm afraid you're a little too... well... How should I put this?" Kasumi placed a hand on her cheek, tilting her head thoughtfully.
"Busty?" Ranma filled in, absently rubbing her chest where Kasumi just did.
"That's the word I was looking for. Thank you," Kasumi said with a small, strained smile.
"Well, I guess that's that. There's no way you can make that fit me in such a short time," Ranma-chan said with a shrug and a somewhat sarcastic tone of voice.
Kasumi smiled as a fire ignited in her eyes. "You give up far too easily, Ranma-kun! In high school, they didn't call me 'Tendou of the Magic Fingers' for nothing!" With that, she pulled out a seamstress's tape measure, a pincushion, chalk, and scissors:
"There!" came Kasumi triumphant shout, holding up not only the adjusted blouse, but also the jumper.
Ranma's jaw hit the floor. She barely saw Kasumi move, but the Tendou girl took her measurements, marked down the adjustments and pinned the dress down, then sewed up the alterations all in about twenty seconds. (21.03 seconds, to be precise.)
Ranma wondered briefly if there was some sort of Martial Arts Homemaking that Kasumi practiced.
Kasumi dug out a pair of panties and held a long, elastic bandage in her hand along with the dress. "Oi, what's with the lingerie?" asked Ranma.
"You're too big for my bras, so you'll have to wear this sarashi," explained Kasumi. "But my panties should fit. Your hips aren't that much wider. We'll get you a proper bra this afternoon."
Ranma balked. "No way am I puttin' that stuff on! And no way are we gettin' no bra! What if I get splashed with hot water?!" Ranma countered. "I'd have a lot a' explainin' ta do if that happened in THOSE."
"Not as much explaining you would have to do when people find out you wear boxers and a muscle shirt. You are supposed to be a normal girl, remember?"
Ranma moaned.
Ranma descended the stairs, dressed in a Furinkan High girl's uniform. Her red hair was free, reaching below her shoulderblades and swaying with each step. There was a small hint of makeup on her face. Only a small hint, for the school had rules against heavy makeup.
Had it been anyone else, Ranma would've beaten the person who forced her into this getup within an inch of his/her life. But this was Kasumi, and so it didn't even occur to Ranma that she was a devious and evil woman manipulating her. Instead, she thought of Kasumi as a considerate and kind woman manipulating her. Her arguments seemed sound, her gentle voice strong in its persuasiveness.
Ranma flushed as she thought back to the dressing-up part. Kasumi had been uncharacteristicly feely, touching her in thrilling places. The experience was rather... stimulating. Ranma shook off such thoughts. That was just Kasumi being Kasumi. There was nothing to it. Right.
Resulting in the beauty now arriving at the bottom of the stairs. Ranma sighed, glancing up at Kasumi, who was a few steps up behind her. "You know, you could make a good used car saleswoman, Kasumi," said Ranma-chan.
"Oh my! Isn't that an oxymoron?" asked Kasumi.
"Who's a moron?" asked Ranma testily.
"I mean, do not the words 'good' and 'used car saleswoman' have meanings at odds with each other?"
Ranma scratched her chin. "Well... put that way, yeah. I just meant that you are pretty persuasive."
"Thank you, Ranma-kun," said Kasumi happily, with a polite bow. "Let's see what Nabiki has cooked up for you."
Upon entering the room, Ranma saw that Nabiki had pulled a laptop from somewhere, and was now typing away at the keyboard. A phone cord was stuck into it.
Nabiki held up a black portfolio and began mumbling. "'I've set up your new identity and activated it. The specifics are in this file,'" interpreted Kasumi.
Ranma took the offered portfolio and looked within. "'Sato Ikuko, aged 17 years, born in Hokkaido, martial artist...' blah, blah, blah..." she read, then blinked. Then she screeched, "'Fiancée of Saotome Ranma'??? What the hell is this?!"
Mumble, mumble. "'Akane already has you pegged as one of your own fiancées. It's best to stick with that story for now.'"
"Urrr..." growled Ranma.
"You've spent quite enough time here, Ranma-kun," Kasumi said with her everpresent pleasant smile. "Off you go!"
Ranma couldn't argue with Kasumi. She set out for school with a new identity under her blouse.
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