But she didn't know how. One obvious way would be to throw propriety to the winds and ravish her date. But she wouldn't do that for all sorts of reasons; including a few reasons she wasn't willing to examine too closely in case they turned out to be excuses.
Nor could she just leave it to Ranma to initiate an illicit affair. Ranma wasn't that kind of person; and if she was wrong and he was that kind of person, then she wouldn't want to choose him for an affair.
Everything she considered, from pulling the tags off her mattress to shopping in the nude was either so inoffensive as to be pointless or so extreme as to be ruled out immediately.
So Kasumi abandoned her plans for bank robbing and goosing politicians and kept looking for something. She briefly considered evening classes as something new and not prohibitive; before she decided that she could be just as boring a person during evening classes as at home. Unless the class itself had some merit it wouldn't be worth it.
Dating other people besides Ranma would be good, if she knew anyone, and if she didn't hope something might arise out of a relationship with Ranma. So far, dating Ranma was the largest step, she felt, that she had taken in a long time; she wasn't about to jeopardize it without a good reason.
What she wanted most, was a way to recapture that feeling from her dream when she had mooned Mrs. Ahobaka while invisible. Apart from the sensation of a lover giving her oral sex, the mooning was the feeling she most wanted to recapture.
She needed something naughty and daring that she could start with which wouldn't adversely affect other's opinions about her. Perhaps some pranks that no one would attribute to her. That might be fun. She might even be able to share it with Ranma.
Another idea occurred to her; change the way she dressed. Her clothing had always been of the practical kind. And while this still made perfect sense, there was no reason she shouldn't own some impractical clothing. And if she were honest with herself, her clothing was a bit... plain. One outfit was much like the next, as if she were such a simple personality that choosing something interesting would be out of character.
Well, she didn't want to behave like a one-dimensional character. She might not have minded how she dressed in the past. She would probably continue to dress similarly most of the time. But there was no way she'd let people think that that was all there was to her.
She didn't have one frivolous dress. Nothing she'd wear to a date which she wouldn't also wear when going shopping. And she had a date with Ranma coming up; maybe several. Can their budget afford clothes shopping?
She decided it was immaterial. If the parents were spending money like water to arrange the marriage, then they'd have to cover the costs for the clothing she'd need. If money became tight, they'd have to scrimp on the sake.
And now was the perfect time to go shopping for clothes. Most people had school or work, and even those that didn't tended to shop later in the day.
Unfortunately, Kasumi discovered buying clothes in a style different from what you are used to is extremely hard; especially if you don't have a clear idea of what you're looking for.
None of the outfits looked right, except of course for the ones similar to what she already owned. She saw lots of things that looked nice, but nothing looked right for her, or really appealed to her. She couldn't really imagine how she'd look in them, and none of them appealed enough to prompt her to try them on.
Just as her level of frustration was about to prompt her to give up shopping for a new look, a saleswoman noticed that the young housewife who had looked so cheerful when entering the store was verging towards despair. "Do you need help?"
"I don't know." Kasumi wasn't sure if she wanted to prolong her misery, or hope it might be mitigated. I want to buy an outfit for a date, but nothing looks right. Everything I like looks like outfits I already have, and anything different doesn't really appeal to me."
"Are you trying to find a new look for yourself?"
"Something like that. I want something different, but not so different that I'd feel like I'm wearing a costume, and different enough so that I feel I'm really making a change."
"Hmmm." Then the sales person did something that horrified Kasumi, but would eventually save her shopping trip. She called over the senior sales woman, who was bored just sitting around while she waited for the busier part of the day.
Kasumi just wanted to give up shopping for now, but instead she was surrounded by a pair of helpful shop assistants, and she was too polite to cut them off.
"She's trying to make a change, and go for something in a new look, but she doesn't know what she wants."
"Did you want a day-to-day outfit, or is it intended for something in particular?"
"I have a date coming up." She said somewhat awkwardly.
The matron had gone into sales rather than office work because she preferred to deal with people. She was excellent at picking up clues, even if she was less successful at using them. She noticed Kasumi's embarrassment at mentioning the date; something that a girl her age wouldn't be feeling if she were going on dates regularly.
"And it's been a while since you last dated?" When Kasumi reacted, the sales person hurried on making sure that Kasumi didn't misunderstand her comment as a putdown. "Well, now that you're dating again, you're sure to get a lot of dates, an attractive young girl like you."
Kasumi was going from one embarrassment to another. At least this last one was a compliment.
The matron felt she had Kasumi pegged, a young housewife wanting a change and starting dating again for the first time in a while. She was sure that Kasumi was either widowed or divorced. She didn't have the look of a mother to her, she lacked the mannerisms and exhaustion of someone used to looking after an extremely young child, so the marriage hadn't been fruitful, and now the newly single young woman was facing the daunting task of re-entering the dating world.
Had Kasumi only had the younger assistant helping her, she might have left with some clothes that were in style for the hour but which she would never feel comfortable in; not because the sales woman would be forcing her to buy something she didn't want, but because she'd be suggesting clothes she'd like to wear, and Kasumi had no protective opinion of her own. After all, they all looked slightly off to her; why not chose what the helpful assistant picked out?
Luckily she had two assistants, who didn't particularly like what the other liked. Anything they agreed on, however, was usually in good taste. Each was pulling for the clothing of their peers, so anything they agreed on had to have stayed fashionable for at least a ten year period, without looking like it was dated.
And while they looked at outfits, they discussed how she could best present herself in confidence. "Don't go with too much jewelry. When we get nervous preparing for a date it's natural to want to put on every piece you can get your hands on in the hopes of wearing something he'll like. In your case, all it will do is distract him from looking at you. He's bound to find you attractive, and if he doesn't no jewelry in existence will help. You want him looking at your eyes, not wondering how that dangly earring is constructed and whether it looks like a mobile by Calder."
"Yes," agreed the younger one. "If you choose a low necked outfit you might want to stick with a simple chain. Earrings and other piercings are popular, but it might be better if you stuck to simple studs. The light glinting off of it will draw his attention without leaving him thinking about the jewelry."
The sales people thought she should go with a dress which drew attention to her breasts, suggesting low cut outfits that displayed her cleavage and covered her legs. Kasumi took her breasts for granted and preferred her legs, which required work to keep them looking their best, be shown.
If Kasumi wanted to stretch her boundaries, her new outfit would show more of her than her usual loose blouse and skirt. If Kasumi wanted to avoid looking cheap, she had to avoid flaunting too much. These limits meant her outfit could be provocative either above or below the waist but not both.
There were some compromise outfits which showed a bit of both without looking like Kasumi was trolling for sex. There were outfits that looked beautiful on Kasumi but covered her completely and weren't at all sexy. The best of these Kasumi studied to see what it was she liked about them, for consideration next time she was after casual wear.
But for her date she wanted a dress that made her feel like she was sexually desirable instead of just abstractly beautiful. She wanted to be wanted; not just appreciated. So that meant drawing attention to her legs or her breasts. "You can almost always get away with drawing attention to your bottom as well as either your breasts or legs. As long as it's covered, of course. If he's looking at your legs, he'll include your bum in the same picture; and it's extremely rare to be in a situation where he can be forced to choose whether he'll look at your ass or your tits. Depending on which way you're facing, it's really one or the other, so something tight across your bum is rarely wrong.
In the leg category, there were two minis that Kasumi put aside as definite maybes. Both were long enough that she wouldn't accidentally be flashing her panties all night, but short enough that he'd be bound to think about it. One was a one-piece black spandex outfit that was almost a turtleneck on top, but ended about a hand's width below the bottom of her crotch. The material was thick enough that she could wear some underwear without the lines showing through, but hugged her figure extremely closely.
The other was a blouse and mini-skirt combination, not as daring as the "large belts" sold as micro-skirts that only barely covered the panties; and then only if you moved in the right way. The blouse concealed the details of her breasts by the use of frills, but attracted the eye due to its vibrant dark purple. The skirt's forte was in failing to conceal her legs. It was actually an elegant black, but otherwise plain. The contrast of the black and her flesh-tone drew the eye to the hemline, and the lack of anything at all interesting in the skirt assured that the watcher would then pay attention to the legs, or imagine the skirt's contents.
In the breast category there were more choices. The sales assistants couldn't narrow the choices further, because several of the outfits looked their best depending on different undergarment support; including one silk item with built in elastic in the back designed to be worn without support. The elastic made sure that the silk was always stretched taught, and the silk was just thick enough to be called opaque... as long as there was no light shining through it. Apparently it was so thin that if you put a flashlight inside the dress, you could see through it, much like a one-way mirror.
Every non-chromatic detail of her breasts was visible, including being actually able to see some of the detail of the shape of her nipples, and nothing prevented them from drawing the eye while they moved as they wished. Kasumi almost considered getting it solely for the way the silk felt as it slid across her nipples; unfortunately she would only be able to wear it in her room or if she were absolutely sure no males were around.
There were tops that looked their best if her breasts were pushed up and together to show off her cleavage. Tops designed to expose a lot of the flesh between her breasts requiring support that neither pushed them together nor covered that acreage itself.
There was even one top which was still considered decent but which was so loose above and around the important bits that Kasumi commented, "I don't know. This one looks like it says 'These are my breasts. Feel free to reach in and fondle one.'"
The younger one answered, "So only wear it with the man who's responsible for doing that."
"I'll consider it if I plan a quiet evening home alone with a lover, instead of going out on a date." Kasumi was pleasantly surprised at her comment and rejoinder as it was a step in the right direction, she thought, in getting away from the dowdy image she felt she'd perfected.
Kasumi did have several different kinds of bras and panties, but they all shared certain characteristics. All of them were either white or something approaching flesh-tone for those rare occasions when she wore something not totally opaque, like something white and made of thin cotton for example.
All of them were conservatively cut. All of them were purchased with an eye towards the wearer's comfort. Even her one under-wire bra and the one who's strap tended to dig into her shoulder; when she purchased them they seemed like they'd be comfortable.
All of them were conservatively cut; and even the few which had lace, it was applied on top of an opaque base, not something you could see through. All in all, she had nothing that might have embarrassed a nun in a doctor's office.
It suddenly occurred to her that she might harmlessly wear something racy as part of her pursuit of a harmless change. She could dress apparently quite respectively while wearing something truly scandalous without anyone noticing. Thumbing her nose at all the Mrs. Ahobaka in her life.
After buying her outer clothes, she proceeded to shop for lingerie. Her goal was something that would scandalize Akane or her father if they knew; not that they ever would. She didn't have much hope of scandalizing Nabiki, but she should at least be surprised.
Having always shopped for the same type, she had always ignored the more diverse items available. In her mind she pictured something like a black lace demi-cup. Ideally she wanted something that would make her feel sexy, and might prompt her to imagine showing it to a hypothetical lover.
The bras were more or less what she expected, and she had selected a few for possible purchase when she found a pair of real treasure, for her, among the panties.
Both of them were white and rather simplistic in their design. Both were devoid of lace and frills; or in fact any ornamentation that might distract the viewer.
The first was a simple thong of white cotton. It covered up the barest minimum; those areas only a lover or a doctor would see. Her two most vivid recent dreams both involved showing her bottom to someone. In the first one, Ranma had come upon Kasumi wearing only an apron.
If she had been wearing these, she could have more easily discarded her apron. Kasumi could have more comfortably given him all but a few square inches of herself, but so long as they remained in place, she was still in control over when that important line of sex would be crossed.
Kasumi wanted her first time to have been special and mutually decided upon. She didn't want it to be the result of a breakdown of non-verbal communication. And she didn't like having to have devoted even the smallest attention to making sure that line wasn't crossed. With these there was a definite delimiter.
Even though she knew the snog in the kitchen was just a dream, it was so realistic that she felt the same anxiety over loosing her first time; especially as her dreams had never been like that one before. Her previous wet dreams tended to straddle the border between PG and R.
Her masturbation fantasy the night Ryouga arrived; where she was sitting on the edge of the bed pretending it was Ranma pounding his cock into her didn't cause her the same distress. Even at her most distracted she knew she was safe in her room and that it was her own fingers in her.
Their snogging in the kitchen didn't feel safe; it felt real. While that made it so much better than her session with her hand, she wondered how it could have felt if it seemed both real and safe. She'd fantasize about her relationship with Ranma proceeding to the point when it could be real and safe.
She also liked the idea of wearing a short skirt and flashing a bit of buttock, leaving her victim wondering if she was wearing any underwear at all, or was her pussy fully exposed to the open air, and only gravity was keeping her flimsy skirt in his way.
The other panties she found were conservatively cut. Maybe a little high on the hip to make her legs look longer, but they covered her as thoroughly as any panties intended for children, and like the g-string they were plain white. But these weren't made of cotton, Except for the elastics, they were made of nylon. The transparent coverings women used for nylon stockings.
Consequently they didn't conceal anything from sight. In all other respects they were an ordinary, respectable pair of panties. They provided all of the comfort of properly fitting underwear with the naughtiness of going completely without.
These she wouldn't use to tease anyone. They were solely for her own enjoyment, and to fuel fantasies of a hypothetical lover, the only one who would ever see them being worn.
She blushed when it occurred to her that they nicely complemented Ranma's ability to reach through inanimate objects. When she had been on her hands and knees she had thought about how Ranma could have reached through her clothes and played with her. Had she only been wearing these panties, he could have both seen and touched everything.
There was a third pair, which she decided against, for now; a bikini bottom with bow ties at the side keeping it in place. They would be ideal if she wanted her lover to be able to remove them easily. But at the moment, she wanted fantasies about a lover ravishing her while leaving her virginity protected.
When she became comfortable or desirous of the idea of someone approaching her and removing just enough clothing to bring both of them to orgasm; when she wanted to imagine a lover just raising her skirt and removing her panties before entering her, then she could come back here and buy them.
Having bought all that was necessary for her date, plus all that she wanted for her fantasies, she proceeded home. On the way she argued with herself whether or not to wear one of the new panties for her date.
On the one hand, she wanted to feel confident that she was sexy and desirable, and the erotic underwear would help. On the other hand, she wasn't ready for anyone to know she had them.
She didn't expect her date to progress to the point that Ranma might know what kind of underwear she was wearing. It was at the very limits of probability that Ranma might raise her skirt or feel her up, and only then if she made it clear she wanted him to.
But if she did wear the new panties, then she'd have to stop him if it ever got to that stage.
If this were a normal date, she wouldn't worry too much. She wouldn't want to date a boy who wanted to feel her up on their first date. But even though they were plotting to derail their father's plans, this was the boy she might marry. This was the boy who lived with her. He was an escape from her empty future. He was the boy she had been fantasizing about.
So she was willing to possibly encourage him to go further than a hug and a kiss, although she could never ask for that.
Kasumi allowed optimism to triumph over expectation and decided to wear her best normal panties with her sexy new dress.
It was obvious that the same sort of thing that one boy did in the theater to a girl brought her pleasure, with a second couple she felt discomfort and a third girl slapped the boy trying it.
And while he knew exactly what Kasumi would like, he attributed that to his imagination. Therefore his information was mostly useless.
He could use the abilities he'd gained to relearn what she liked, that would make everything trivially easy. However he'd need to be in his cursed form, he'd need some excuse to do that.
He'd kept his abilities secret from everyone. The only reasons he could give for going in his cursed form would be that he didn't want to be seen, or that he didn't want their clothes to get in the way. Neither of those sounded too good to him.
Besides, he wanted to go on his first date as a male.
She insists on a set including each boy, either in underwear or nude, although nothing naughty need be visible, and she offered bonuses for each pic where the subject looks silly, or has an embarrassing pose. Is she starting a line of Hentai Horde Trading Card
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