Waiting for Ranma’s clothes to finish their cycle in the dryer so she could pull them, Kasumi found something else to amuse her for a moment.
Ranma had her hair done up in two white-cloth covered buns. Suspecting that Ranma hadn’t washed her hair properly, Kasumi was also curious to see the red-head with her hair down.
As Kasumi reached up and undid the bow holding the cover in place she got a mild surprise as the cloth popped off with ropes of tightly wound hair spiraling outwards like a coiled spring. Ranma reached up as if to catch her hair before it popped loose but was too late, leaving her only a long ponytail to grasp.
Even as Ranma tried to wind her hair up, her ponytail fluffed up thicker with Ranma sighing in defeat at being unable to handle her hair.
Akane tugged the other bow loose, letting the sisters watch the somewhat amusing scene of Ranma’s other ponytail exploding free.
Ignoring Ranma’s annoyed pout, Kasumi ran her fingers through the tangled hair, marvelling at the length and body while noting it needed to be washed and conditioned. “How nice.”
Finding the pouting Ranma amusing, Nabiki sensed something interesting. “So what’s with the exploding hair buns?”
Sighing, Ranma pulled out the strings holding her hair in twin ponytails, letting the thick mane of hair flow down behind her. “Eh well, Pops found this soup that’s supposed to cure baldness. He’d been bitching about me being a girl for two weeks straight, so I stole his soup and ate it. Kinda made my hair crazy, took some kung fu hairpin-using woman almost an hour to put it up in those buns for me.”
Nodding absently, Kasumi had caught a glimpse of the unraveling knots and had seen something curiously intricate about them.
Shifting gears as the dryer came to a stop, Kasumi pulled Ranma into the laundry room. Opening the dryer she pulled the clothes out while they were warm, folding them neatly and letting Ranma pick out one of her outfits to wear.
Putting the spare clothes aside, Kasumi guided Ranma straight to the bath. Seeing Ranma’s questioning look, Kasumi began slipping out of her own dress. “Get undressed Ranma-kun, I want to wash your hair before we go out.”
Blushing again, Ranma cooperated simply because she was unsure about handling her own hair. Letting a girl take care of it just seemed to be the natural thing. The older girl was more comforting than Akane and seemed to respect the personal space that Ranma needed to be comfortable.
Unfortunately Ranma found being naked with an attractive girl that was also naked to still be an embarrassing experience as a certain body part quickly sprang to life.
Kasumi however was a composed young woman, quietly guiding the shy futa to the bathing stool. Ranma had the little washcloth to protect her modesty, but the towel rack she was trying to hide was bigger than the little cloth, making for a somewhat comical sight.
As Kasumi started working suds into the big mass of hair, she found herself elbow deep in the silky mass. Instead of hanging straight down to flop on the floor, the hair seemed to naturally split into several thick locks of hair that naturally coiled around her forearms.
Working the mane of hair with a gentle hum, Kasumi curiously noticed that it almost felt like washing silky fluffy tails that were wrapping around her arms. Then one wet strand of hair flopped around to splat wetly against her back as if pulling her tight. When another mass of hair gently gripped her thigh while the main body had wrapped around her arms up to the shoulders, Kasumi realized something was odd. “Ranma-kun? Is your hair... moving?”
Ranma for her part at least had something new to be embarrassed about. “Well, at least it’s behaving. Last time it beat up a whole buncha guys that got pissed off at me... while strangling Pops until he shut up.”
Blinking in surprise, Kasumi realized the hair was just gently caressing her, the silky locks feeling quite nice. “Oh, how nice. Maybe a nice hair ribbon would make it less unruly.”
Over the course of his lifetime, Genma had tried a lot of hair-brained stunts in his efforts to train Ranma. Genma was so focused on the next great scheme to make Ranma stronger, that Ranma learned most of his martial arts training with other people.
Ranma was well aware with everything the old fool had tried, he didn’t always know when some little timebomb would pop up next.
One little timebomb that even Genma had long since forgotten about was the failed Nekoken training. That particular scheme had been deemed a failure because all the cats had died without any particular change in Ranma.
Infused with enough sexual magic to literally kill a herd of cats, that little incident wouldn’t have much effect other than increased vitality and vigor for quite a few years. By then it would have matured like a fine wine.
As a young man one of the effects was to surround Ranma with an aura that attracted sexual attention. The aura didn’t really make others act strangely, but rather how they would react if they saw Ranma naked in a cheesecake pose. If Ranma was even half-dressed the effect was more intense, and actually posing tended to cause fainting.
It was because he was a little overwhelming that Ranma had poor luck with girls. They tended to get distracted or shy when he came near, and if he did talk to a girl she would just babble about taking her somewhere quickly.
Guys on the other hand tended to get agitated around Ranma. Some picked a fight with him almost immediately. Such rivalries didn’t tend to last long as Ranma often won against his agitated opponents and was a fairly nice, laid-back guy under most circumstances. After losing a few times and getting sympathy for their troubles, most guys gave up attacking Ranma. Those that didn’t fight with Ranma tended to get uncomfortable being around the fit guy for long.
After Jusenkyou that had changed a lot, helped by the fact that the change caused Ranma to become a bit shy and look adorably cute when blushing. Despite the prominent curves of her new form, Ranma still possessed a strong musky under-current of masculinity.
Guys were obviously entranced by her curves and pretty face, almost a little too strongly for most guys to stand. That extra little hint of masculine strength tended to push the experience over the top, most guys actually keeping their distance from the curvy red-head.
For girls it was an entirely different experience. In Japan especially girl-on-girl was considered a cute schoolgirl passion of innocence, so there was a little playful under-current for most girls. The sight of Ranma wasn’t about to convert girls over to yuri, but girls often wanted to at least play with the adorably shy red-head.
That extra musky scent of something male lurking just under those clothes pushed the experience just that little bit further towards wanting to seduce the curvy red-head, if not play with her more intently.
Ranma knew nothing about the failed Nekoken training, much less the magic that had inadvertently caused the training to fail by killing the cats.
Standing in a clothing store surrounded by women giving her interested looks and knowing what those looks meant from the Tendö girls, Ranma at least knew something strange was going on.
Well, maybe girls were just friendly with other girls like that, Ranma wasn’t sure.
Despite that she found herself dress shopping while wearing her blue outfit, although this time her hair was held back by the big bow Kasumi had used to tie it back with after combing it out. Much to Ranma’s surprise her hair was actually behaving, so perhaps Kasumi would have to take care of her hair for her.
Much like Kasumi had promised, Ranma had picked out matching pants to go with her new dresses.
That much Ranma didn’t really have a problem with, it was when the girls moved on to getting her into actual bras and lingerie that Ranma got truly uncomfortable.
Ranma had been talked into at least trying on a blue bra to check the fit. It was more supportive than the relatively weak elastic of the sports bra, but Ranma was uncomfortable with the clearly feminine garment.
The Tendö girls however were enthusiastic enough to make up for Ranma’s reluctance.
Akane was focused on getting Ranma comfortable with her girl side, plus a little thrilled to see the red-head in a sexy lingerie. “It looks good on you.”
Kasumi was more focused on Ranma being happy, but she did think it was for the best as she looked through the available lingerie. Unlike shopping for herself, she pondered just how sexy to go to compliment Ranma’s curves. Another little odd consideration she had to keep in mind while looking over selections was pondering if the available panties were sturdy enough.
They couldn’t very well actually try them on in the story to test, so Kasumi selected panties in a few styles for Ranma to stress test once they got home. “Is it uncomfortable Ranma-kun? The fit needs to be good, but the straps can be adjusted.”
Nabiki on the other hand was looking over stockings, high heels and sexy lingerie, entirely bemused by the fun of getting the shy futa in sexy clothes. While playing dress-up with someone else was fun, making Ranma blush was the real fun for her. “How about red or black?”
Looking over and seeing the red and black transparent teddies the smirking girl was holding up, Ranma had almost been tempted to say yes. Red and black felt a bit manlier to her at least, but she knew Nabiki would take the answer a different way.
As Ranma blushed and refused to answer, Kasumi sighed at her sister’s antics pushing Ranma back into her shell. To change the pace Kasumi allowed Ranma to put her clothes back on and get comfortable before guiding her to the next part of the store where they kept the school uniforms.
When Kasumi pulled out one of the large size dresses to check the fit against Ranma’s figure, she had to stop the red-head as she looked towards the pants of the boy’s uniform. “Sorry Ranma-kun, but if you wore those you’d stand out too much. I have something else that will work in mind.”
Glancing back at the older girl, Ranma relaxed a bit as she let Kasumi check the fit. Nabiki she didn’t trust, but the older girl was considerate enough to make her feel good. Just standing still however embarrassed her as she became intently aware that she was with girls in the women’s section being fitted for a dress.
Being somewhat alone with Kasumi reminded her of the bath earlier. After being freed of the buns that had held her hair in place since China, her hair had finally woken up while the older girl was washing it.
Luckily for Ranma’s peace of mind her hair had behaved, but locks of hair had wrapped around Kasumi to gently hold her close. While Kasumi was washing the hair it was actually a handy thing for the older girl as it was a lot of hair to handle and having the coils helpfully move into position or get out of the way made it much easier.
When Kasumi finished washing Ranma’s back and asked if red-head would wash her back, that was when it became a a bit of a problem. It wasn’t that Ranma didn’t want to return the favor, but rather her hair didn’t want to let go of Kasumi.
Not that the older girl seemed to mind as she squirmed in the soft embrace of silky tendrils slipping over her flesh. For Ranma however it meant staying so close to the older girl while soaping up her back that her breasts kept rubbing into Kasumi’s back. Well at least that was less embarrassing than poking the nice young woman with a certain other body part.
Her arms gently bound in silky red hair, Kasumi had politely asked Ranma to continue washing her front. Blushing greatly at the idea, Ranma definitely had to press her breasts into Kasumi’s back then, not to mention actually caressing the older girl’s body with her hands.
After that came a short soak in the hot bath, just long enough to knock the chill off. Ranma wasn’t free of embarrassment then either as her hair held Kasumi close, forcing them to sit side-by-side, not that the older girl complained.
Her hair didn’t fully let go of Kasumi at any point until they got up to Kasumi’s bedroom and the crimson locks were gently brushed out.
Aware that the girls were talking about something again, Ranma blushed and looked away, finding it difficult to look at Kasumi without remembering caressing her gentle curves in the bath.
Concerned with the way Ranma was withdrawing, Akane grabbing her hand, holding it tight. Despite the support the red-head simply blushed and looked away again. Ranma had admitted it as her first time and had been reluctant to even enter, but Akane had hoped that her friend would get used to it. It was difficult to imagine that Ranma was that thoroughly raised to think of herself as a boy, but she’d somewhat suspected it might be bad. “Kasumi-nëchan, how about I take Ranma outside for some fresh air?”
Glancing over, Kasumi was feeling the same way, almost tempting her to rush through clothes shopping to calm Ranma. “That sounds good Akane-chan. This shouldn’t take too much longer, so you can walk Ranma-kun home if you wish.”
Just having Akane lead her to freedom was enough to perk Ranma up. Once outside the store, Ranma breathed a deep sigh of relief. Ranma might look like a curvy girl wearing a blue Chinese dress with knee length curls of red hair trailing behind her, held in check with a big white bow at the back of her neck, but those things didn’t bother Ranma. The biggest reason it didn’t bother her was because she was somewhat used to it, plus she wasn’t exactly looking at herself in a mirror.
To Ranma she was still a boy and being in public dress shopping was a very uncomfortable experience.
It actually felt pretty good to be holding hands with the shorter girl, walking out in the fresh air. “So, well, Kasumi said something, but well, am I your boyfriend?”
Blushing lightly herself now, Akane glanced sideways at her curvy friend. With her hair down, Ranma was definitely pretty now. “Well yeah, but you might want to say girlfriend. Well, that is if you want to keep your boy side a secret.”
Smiling a little at holding hands with her first girlfriend, Ranma relaxed a bit. Well, first three girlfriends, it was a little confusing, but Akane had offered to be friends first. “Heh, well Nabiki seems like she wants me to be her girlfriend if you get what I mean.”
Grinning at the thought, Akane was happy her friend was in good humor. It was a little strange to realize she was sharing Ranma with her sisters, but it seemed to be working nicely. “Well, Nabiki likes to tease. Still, I kinda understand.” The smaller girl trailed off there, imaging both of them in house dresses taking care of children in between teaching them the basics of the art, a sort of martial arts daycare.
Glancing over at the shorter girl, Ranma was bemused to see her lost in a pleasant fantasy again. Akane was pretty cute when she was like that, plus it made for a quiet companionable walk.
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