“What’s on my face!?” Ranma cried.
“Don’t overreact! It’s just makeup,” Akane told ‘him’.
“It feels like a mask!”
“Hmm...It is a mask,” said Nabiki, studying it closely. The parts of the nylon like fibers not only had the color within them; they were textured to mimic that of the makeup they were supposed to represent. Madame Ishi had obviously put a lot of painstaking effort in her Ranma project; and, as it turned out, Ranma ‘himself’ had given her the time to prepare by dropping out of sight for a month. “Diabolical. Just as nylons enhance the legs, this one hides the blemishes and imperfections in Ranma’s complexion. It makes 'him' look even more like an ideal model of womanhood.”
“[Grrnng!] It won’t come off!”
“Oh, my! Don’t smudge the makeup, Ranma! It looks so becoming on you. Don’t you agree, Mr. Ryunosuke?”
“Just use cold cream to get it off!” Akane yelled. “Aren’t you listening to me!?!”
“[Sigh] It’s applied with a surgical glue,” Nabiki tried to break through the noise.
“Glue comes off with hot water, doesn’t it?” Saotome asked.
“Kasumi, get the teakettle!” Daddy cried.
Ranma’s struggle to pull the makeup mask off had ‘him’ ‘dancing’ high and low over most of the unoccupied space in the room. With each twist and contortion, a piece of his clothing started to unravel.
“Somebody had better close the doors to the garden,” Nabiki said. “The newsrooms may not broadcast what their zoom lenses are revealing about Ranma, but they’ll have something to add to their collection of nudes of ‘him’.” She elbowed Ryunosuke in the side.
“Oh! Right! My job!” But the young man stopped himself from displaying his embarrassment and turned to close the sliding doors. Even as he did, he talked into an unseen transceiver. “Ryu-kun, here! Seal off the area around the Tendo house! Confiscate cameras and other recording devices! Arrest anyone who looks like a ninja...” {It’s about time. For someone who comes across as such a cool guy, he doesn’t seem to like it. I do believe he’d rather be wear makeup and women’s clothes. The crossdresser.}
When she turned her attention away from the government agent, Nabiki knew she had to intervene in matters further.
“Stop it!” Nabiki ordered. Ranma’s father was pulling on the mask, and her daddy was ‘helping’ by adding his weight and strength to his old friend’s. “You’re only giving Ranma’s face stretch marks.” {And decreasing its value.}
With her voice of sense breaking through their nonsense, Saotome realized that he had a foot on his ‘son’s’ naked body, his heel inches from ‘the boy’s’ uncovered sex. The two fathers straightened themselves up and acted as properly embarrassed as two could who desperately wanted to deny the redhead’s female-status.
“The next item of business is clothes for Ranma.” {No one’s going to see Ranma naked, again, without paying for the privilege, if I can prevent it.}
“I’ll see what’s available!” Kasumi smiled, leaving the room.
“Geez, this mask burns.” Ranma griped.
“That’s because your were rubbing it harshly against your skin as you were trying to take it off,” Nabiki told ‘him’. “Just be glad those ninjas didn’t leave you with something more to remember them by. In fact, why didn’t they? Their whole purpose was to put you under an exclusive “contract”—Gratis!—so that you could only wear something with Ishi’s designer label.”
(Posted Mon, 23 Oct 2006 01:49)
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