Changing out of her still mostly fresh gi, Akane noticed her new friend’s clothes were in the changing room. The fiancé fuss aside, it had been a pretty nice day as she hadn’t really ever met another girl that practiced the art.
Not only was the new girl pretty nice, but she was clearly very skilled in the art. Hopefully she’d be able to teach her a few things. She didn’t like to admit it, but her father was pretty much uninvolved with the art these days, so she was mostly self taught. While that served her well for dealing with the boys at school, her style was far too simple to keep up with someone with more experience like Ranma.
Martial arts aside the girl was pretty interesting. Her body definitely stood out with that red hair and those bright blue eyes, not to mention those curves. She seemed to be somewhere between Kasumi and Nabiki in body height, more toned than Nabiki and yet still curvier and bustier than Kasumi. When she’d looked so alone after arriving she’d had a definite cuteness, yet in the dojo when she’d focused just a little she’d been so pretty as she stood there calmly, ready to receive her attack.
There was however an odd little mystery about the girl. Her father had been going on about his friend arriving with his son for an arranged marriage. Father’s friend had arrived, but clearly with a young woman that after being confused and a little hurt by her sisters’ lack of welcome had sat by her lonesome. It was actually a bit odd that a girl that pretty and strong would be so happy at a little friendly welcome from herself, but the red-head had certainly lit up then.
The thing in the dojo had been a bit odd, the girl easily able to predict and dodge her moves, yet she seemed very uncomfortable doing so. Perhaps she’d been worried about embarrassing her new friend? Despite that, it had been her comment about being glad she wasn’t a boy that had struck the red-head the most clearly.
The thing that was bothering her about the situation seemed to be on the tip of her tongue, causing her to pause and gingerly glance at her guest’s underwear beneath her discarded dress. A sports bra was a bit odd for general wear with such big breasts, but boy-brief cut panties were definitely a bit odd.
Her father had been expecting a boy, and had even arranged a marriage, which although ridiculously old fashioned was also a bit of a serious thing between martial arts families. Father’s friend hadn’t corrected him and introduced Ranma as his daughter, just as Ranma. Her father had been a bit bothered by Nabiki and Kasumi protesting that Ranma was not only a girl but bustier than them, but father’s friend had simply looked disappointed and Ranma almost hurt.
It was old fashioned to arrange a marriage, but it was just as old-fashioned for martial arts families to only train daughters in female martial arts and kempo was considered a male art as Akane well knew from her own lack of training.
Ranma’s discomfort, posture and language basically said she was a boy, although clearly she’d given up on hiding those curves. It seemed odd to think Ranma might have been raised as a boy, but it was no less old-fashioned an idea than an arranged marriage.
That in mind Akane decided to see if she’d offended her new friend with her careless remark.
Stepping into the bath with her towel demurely held before her, Akane saw Ranma staring at her with increasingly wide eyes. Then suddenly the red-head covered her eyes, moving forcefully enough to splash the water she was sitting in a bit. “I didn’t see anything.”
Akane for her part stared at the red-head, the blatantly obvious reaction making her suspicions a lot more satisfying. Comparing her own breasts that she could coyly hide with her hands to Ranma’s that could be hefted like ripe melons, the situation was a little ridiculous. “I didn’t know you were so shy. You can stop covering your eyes, it looks a bit silly. Besides, I have my towel.”
Peeking through her fingers briefly, Ranma blushed and looked away while putting both of her hands in her lap, looking intently embarrassed. Despite the apparent shy reaction, Ranma curiously made no move to cover her own breasts.
Sitting on the bathing stool to wash up in between glancing at Ranma, it was almost like the red-head was embarrassed to be caught looking at another girl. She wasn’t covering up like she was shy about bathing with another girl, but rather blushing like it was indecent for her to caught looking.
Despite the message being clear, Akane wanted to confirm her suspicion. Laying her towel across her thighs, she leaned back to hold herself in a coy pose. “Is this your first time sharing a bath?”
Not getting a clear response from the shy red-head, she tried a different line. “Oh, do you like my hairstyle?”
Looking her way, the red-head startled again as soon as she saw her mostly naked body in a cheesecake pose. Then once again Ranma blushed brightly and looked away.
While it was odd to be giving a girl that sort of reaction, if she’d been raised to be a boy it was somewhat understandable. Considering she was still acting that way, it was probably just recently her body had matured to the point where she’d given up breast binding to hide her female figure. Despite all that it made Akane feel pretty good that she could get that sort of reaction by teasing her a little.
Smiling a little at figuring it out, Akane glanced coyly at her new friend. “So you were raised to be a boy, huh?”
Glancing up in surprise, Ranma looked over at the girl, wondering how she’d figured out she was really a boy. Even his father seemed unaware that Ranma wasn’t currently all girl, but that was because Ranma didn’t particularly feel like sharing the details of her current plumbing with the dolt. Still, she was currently holding down her erection, so maybe it wasn’t so surprising the girl had figured it out. “Uh, yeah.”
Now smiling at having been correct, Akane was feeling a lot better knowing her new friend. “So, you like girls?”
Blushing a bit more at being caught, Ranma just looked away, knowing the little dash of friendship was about to be gone.
Akane however caught the darkening atmosphere around her friend and that certainly wasn’t what she wanted. “It’s alright.”
Perking up a bit, the red-head glanced her way without actually going as far as looking at her, still apparently shy about looking at her. “The boys at school are just jerks okay? There’s this one idiot that has this screwed up thing about winning me in battle so he told everyone if they defeated me in a fight they could date me. So him and every other idiot in school attacks me every morning as soon as I get to school.”
Rant over, Akane settled back down to comfort her new friend. “I just meant I was glad you’re not like them.”
That seemed to relax Ranma a bit, but the curvy red-head still wasn’t looking at her. “It’s okay to look at me, even if you do enjoy the view.” Grinning just a bit, the stroking of her feminine ego was leaving Akane feeling up to a bit of teasing. “You did defeat me in the dojo you know. Sure you don’t want to claim me?”
Obviously however it was a bit too much as the red-head had looked at her briefly, but when teased had blushed and looked away yet again.
Sighing a little, Akane decided to finish washing up so she could take the more direct path of getting in the bath so she could bodily get in front of Ranma. Taking her mind off of teasing however brought her back to some unanswered questions. “So, did you know you’re supposed to marry one of us to unite the families?”
That seemed to get the red-head’s interest as Ranma started thinking about it out loud. “Is that why your sisters were upset? I guess they would be with me looking like this.”
Question partially answered, Akane wanted to find out more about Ranma. “So would you actually marry one of us to unite the schools, for family honor?”
It was an odd question for Ranma to consider, but the old man had been going on about his old training buddy and ominously mentioning an ‘arrangement’ with him. Well, anything like that said by Genma was ominous to Ranma’s mind at least since it was rarely anything nice. Still, despite everything Ranma valued her art and honor quite a bit. “Well, I guess, but I’d at least like to date a girl first.”
The answer surprised Akane in that Ranma not only thought about it, she considered marrying another girl for honor acceptable but would be happier dating first? Well considering the whole thing about going so far as to raise Ranma as a boy, it wasn’t surprising. If Ranma could still pass as a boy the engagement plan would probably be happening right now.
Still it was a bit sweet to hear her hopefully talk of dating instead. That gave Akane pause as she wondered how she should feel about the situation. She certainly didn’t like the boys at school at the moment, but she didn’t really like girls either. She’d normally shy away from such things because she’d be considered the boy, but curiously the clearly feminine Ranma would be the boy between them, her shy gazes making Akane feel more like a woman than anything before.
Blinking at realizing Ranma was turning her on and making her feel like a woman, she realized that was basically a sexual attraction.
At the same time however she liked the shy girl and wanted to make her smile more. She didn’t like seeing her lonely or upset.
Curiously Akane realized she had no problem with the idea of dating Ranma, the mental image of snubbing the boys by dating such a sexy girl was actually kind of amusing.
Smirking confidently now, Akane doused herself with cold water, rinsing off the remaining soap suds and becoming officially clean enough to enter the tub with Ranma.
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(Posted Mon, 04 Apr 2011 05:28)
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