Then came the moment after the first unsteady steps back onto a catwalk, when the big blob stood straight up, almost as if in a show of dignity and defiance against what had happened to him.
That lasted for all of... thirty seconds before Genma apparently decided that enough was enough, and started shaking off globs of goo. Shaking his entire body, he tried to shrug off the material that had clung to him like another layer of skin. Chunks of material fell onto the floor around him, dropping off of a mass that was steadily growing smaller.
But then there was the sign that something wasn't quite right. Despite the fact that the figure had looked to be just as tall as Genma had been, it was clear that this person had lost about a few inches. Added to that was how what had once been a solid body was no longer shaped like a barrel. Instead, the sizable 'belly' was now just a great big pile of goo, and even the way that Genma was standing was less of a broad bracing than a light and narrow stance.
What really started to show exactly what that meant was when the hair showed up. Genma had never had a lot of hair in his son's memory, but lustrous black locks were being exposed as the goo slid away from it. Eyes clearer than they had ever been for the Saotome patriarch now looked out from over a full mouth that was spitting out goo. The gi fit oddly in ways that could not be explained by it being covered in the material from the vat, and there was a distinct absence of hair, other than what was on the head, brows, and eye lashes.
But the thing, or things, that really explained what had happened were shown when Genma apparently tried to get some rather big wobbly bits from off of his chest. At first, he simply tried to brush them off as he made incoherent sounds of grumbling. Some of it came off, but then he found that there was something much more solid there that he could only push into. That caught his attention, and he looked down to make certain that he could get the stubborn piece off. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, as what was jiggling was underneath his gi top, and was not part of the goo that he'd fallen into. Pulling the collar away enough, what had been a man with a rather... solid body, discovered that the chest was no longer going to even pass for masculine.
"AAHHHH! I have BREASTS!" Genma Saotome yelped in her new rather sultry voice.
Ranma had to admit that her father was right for once, as she couldn't find a way to refute what her father was saying. There was no way to doubt that the elder Saotome was now a woman, and a rather shapely one at that. From a face that had no sign of masculinity marring its feminine attractiveness, to a tiny waist, to shapely legs that seemed to be impossibly long, this was the body of a woman. And if one were to take it in as a whole, including the full and firm breasts that seemed intent on bouncing with every movement that body made, it was clear that Genma could easily be a model or a stripper, depending on what sort of level she wanted to be at.
'I shoulda known,' Ranma muttered to herself, covering her face with her palm and sighing... until she heard something that shocked her so badly that she couldn't even tell what she was supposed to feel.
"I can't believe that this happened to me! How am I supposed to live like this, with... with... these bouncing around under my clothing?!" Genma growled. "It's entirely improper for someone like me to be dressed like this! I'll have to get something to wear so that I can cover up the right way!"
"Eh?"
"Wait, wait, wait.... I shouldn't want to be only getting clothing that I'm should wear to make myself look a certain way! I should be dressing to deal with this situation until I can fix it! Maybe the people who run this place can let me know what exactly happened.... But that would take too much time! It'd be easier to just grab their information...."
"Ya gotta be kiddin' me...."
"First thing though, I think that I need a shower! It feels so disgusting to be covered in this stuff! I'm sure that after a nice bath, I'll be able to be feeling nice and clean.... Wait a minute. A bath is too much. Why would I need to go that far for what would be only a moment to clean myself off?"
The pigtailed girl just gave her father, who was apparently arguing with himself, a flat stare, and wondered just what would come next, while:
(Posted Thu, 28 Sep 2006 06:21)
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