Ranma concentrated on her body, feeling out her limits first. A little push in a certain direction to see what the reaction was in reply.
Her new seals were different from her original test seals. The test seals weren’t meant for constant wear and the desired balance was written into the talisman in ink. The first seal had been simply male, but a little experimenting afterwards revealed that a more complex seal merged the male and female together better and determined how they mixed.
Her new seals were designed to survive constant wear and to bend instead of breaking. The seals provided potential, allowing her to shape her form through focus. From earlier testing, she could expect whatever form she could reach would still be mostly female, but that still left plenty of room to play.
The first change Ranma concentrated on was height, growing by an impressive amount without much effort before she felt herself start to plateau a bit. Not wanting to spend all of her effort on height, she contented herself with a foot of height gain, even though that would only make her two inches taller than Kasumi, it was quite the improvement.
The second change was to the warm dribbling mound between her thighs, wishing to return it to the neat little slit her girl form normally possessed. She was able to tone it down a bit, but not as much as she had hoped.
The third was her physique, sculpting her muscles for strength while maintaining flexibility. This effort yielded somewhat surprising results as her strength returned, yet her body stayed rather delicately sculpted. Instead of regaining the bulk and cut of her male form’s muscles, her muscles had become somehow denser from what she could feel.
Ranma paused there. She still had some more sculpting she could do, but she also had a better idea of where her limits lay now. She wanted to check herself out in a mirror and think it over before she went any further.
Standing up, Ranma draped her sheet around herself for a bit of modesty. The boost in height did a lot for her morale, but with some annoyance she noticed her breasts had grown a bit with her increase in size, although they weren’t as large compared to her body any more.
Still, her body overall was much better, causing her to look to Kasumi and her mother for their reactions. “Well I could change a bit more, but how does this look?”
Her mother considered her figure, hesitantly offering a hopeful suggestion. “Could you perhaps grow your hair out a bit? Perhaps try a new style?”
Ranma actually smiled a little before closing her eyes. Her hair gradually began to grow out until her braid was brushing the top of her butt. Interestly enough, she felt her limits ease up a bit as long hair apparently counted as a feminine change.
Nodoka was pleased with the change, moving forward to unbraid the bit of hair at the end of a longer mane of hair. “Shall we go to the bath? I’d like to wash and brush your hair for you.”
Ranma’s smile, however small, remained at hearing the hopeful and shy request of her mother. “Sure.”
After enjoying her mother running her fingers through her hair to gently untangle it, Ranma gave Kasumi a glance. “Do you have any suggestions?”
Blushing, Kasumi pointed in the general region of Ranma’s hips. “What about, you know...”
The red-head considered the issue in a manner that surprised Kasumi. “It’s not that important, I probably can’t be a father any more. Seems like something the magic would prevent.”
Kasumi became further flustered by the topic and Ranma’s attitude. “...but, wouldn’t you rather... for having a relationship with a girl?”
Ranma gave her a disturbingly blank look. “Wasn’t in that sort of relationship before, don’t think having tits will help start one now. All anyone was interested in was my baby making potential and I’m not about to become a mother.”
Kasumi stared in shock at Ranma. While she couldn’t deny everyone, her family included, seemed to only care about who Ranma married and had kids with, Ranma’s attitude somehow seemed incredibly wrong. Partly because the idea of such a relationship with Ranma had become lodged in her mind the moment she saw futa Ranma earlier in the morning.
Ranma however came to a conclusion of her own. “Well, I guess it might turn-off perverts like Akane when they try to get in my panties, so there’s that.”
Nodoka spoke up, being surprisingly soft-spoken about the subject. “If you’re interested perhaps I can help you find a girl to have a relationship with?”
Ranma’s little smile returned as she looked at her mother. “Mhmm, I think we should work on our mother-daughter relationship first, right?”
Her mother smiled warmly, pleased that things were gradually working out. “Yes, shall we go to the bath now?”
While making lunch, Kasumi considered her situation.
Ranma seemed to be recovering surprisingly well. Her good mood was paper thin at the moment, but apparently the red-head had been at rock bottom when she’d found her this morning. Alone in the darkness of early morning, Ranma had apparently come to terms with the apparent fact that she was now a woman.
Nodoka’s arrival that morning had been an unpleasant surprise, but talking with the older woman had been rather shocking. She could understand why Auntie would want to keep her desire for a redo with Ranko a secret from Ranma, which explained why she tended to get fussy when Ranma was in female form.
It was a small miracle that mother and daughter had been so accepting of the situation. As tenuous as it was, Ranma finally seemed to have the relationship she’d wanted with her mother. Well, perhaps not quite the relationship she’d wanted.
The strange part was that it seemed to be her that was troubled the most. At least part of that was the knowledge her sisters had an unpleasant role in the current situation. Her heart was also troubled by Ranma’s fragile situation. She might be getting along with Nodoka at the moment, but things were strained as they tried to make the best of an unfortunate twist. Ranma likely wouldn’t get any support from anyone else, only grief.
The real root of her troubles seemed to be herself. For her, Ranma existed in a strange place between friend and family. Since this morning she’d had the profile of futa Ranma in her mind however, bringing a delicate blush to her cheeks. Such indecent thoughts paired with the fact that Ranma would be sharing her bed now intensified the errant thought to an erotic distraction. Despite that, she wasn’t about to change her stance on Ranma sharing her room.
The trouble was what she intended to do about her relationship with Ranma. Her first instinct was to ignore this new urge and maintain a stable friendship with Ranma.
It was what came after that first instinct that troubled her. Would it be so bad if they did more? They were distracting thoughts against which she found vanishingly fewer objections to raise in defense. It was Ranma’s comment that she didn’t need to bother turning futanari anyways that shook her resolve the most.
She turned in time to see Nodoka and Ranma approaching the kitchen to get her attention. The freshly bathed red-head certainly had her attention with only a towel draped over her hips and her own red hair covering her breasts. “Ah, Kasumi, can you think of some clothes I can borrow? I can’t even fit my ass into my boxers.”
It took Kasumi only a moment to recover herself. “Ah. Yes. Auntie, if you could take over lunch for me?”
Clad in a yukata and with her hair done up in a towel, the older woman moved into the kitchen to take over. “Of course. Have fun you two.”
Briefly wondering what Auntie meant by having fun, Kasumi went over to Ranma. “I have something in my room that should do for now.”
Nodding pleasantly at her, Ranma turned and made her way up the stairs. Coincidentally she gave Kasumi a clear view of her slender back leading down to broad hips and plump butt above long slender legs. With only a little towel providing some modesty, the virgin housewife could clearly see the sway in Ranma’s hips, the tilting of her broad hips being nearly enough to make each step up the stairs. If Ranma had boy problems in girl form before, she’d definitely have them now.
Shaking such thoughts from her mind, once Kasumi was in her room she brought out a gift Akane had given her before. A set of exercise clothes; a sports bra and matching brief style panties, yoga pants and a small belly-baring tank top.
Ranma recognized the gift as Akane had looked forward to exercising with Kasumi, something which hadn’t occurred. “Wasn’t this a gift from Akane?”
Kasumi didn’t look troubled by that fact. “Oh, they’re too boyish for me. I don’t wear pants.”
A bit surprised by the statement, Ranma did have to admit Kasumi had a thing for dresses. It was a bit refreshing to realize there were traditional feminine girls left in this crazy modern world.
As Ranma considered the panties, which were a pleasantly boyish brief cut in a dark grey, Kasumi continued speaking. “Akane-chan seems embarrassed by my exercise outfit, a leotard and pantyhose. I suppose it’s a bit eighties these days, but I much prefer it.”
Slipping into the panties, which were a bit tight over her hips, Ranma turned her attention to Kasumi. “Oh, I haven’t seen you exercise. You want me to work out with you sometime?”
Kasumi blushed at the suggestion, this time in shame that she’d let herself go a bit since graduating high school. “Oh, it’s nothing you’d be interested in. Yoga and aerobics.”
Slipping into the sports bra was a bit more involved for Ranma. Getting her arms, hair and head situated into the stretchy garment took a bit of effort, but it was wedging her sensitive melons into the tightly stretched fabric that gave her pause. Vaguely decent now, Ranma stretched in a yoga pose. “What are you talking about? Yoga and aerobics are very close to martial arts. Akane would be a lot better off if she did that instead of brick smashing and jogging.”
Kasumi could see the connection now as Ranma’s training tended to favor meditation and slow deliberate kata like taiji quan. She hadn’t made the connection simply because aerobics and yoga were such feminine exercises in Japan, the fitness routines of housewives, but yoga at least was actually gender neutral. A bit worried that she might be out of shape already, Kasumi was actually looking forward to getting back into shape and spending some pleasant time with Ranma. “Ah, yes. If it isn’t a bother for you. I’m afraid I’m a little out of shape however.”
Ranma stopped her suggestive yoga stretching now that the older girl had gotten the idea. “No problem. Who knows, I might become a yoga instructor.”
Kasumi tried not to flinch as it was implicit that Ranma wouldn’t be taking over the dojo.
The fathers had probably overworked their hand by tossing Ranma out at any given chance and rejecting Ranma after being locked by the ladle. Given their previous actions they would likely reject Ranma again, only this time Ranma would be prepared to move on with her life.
As the oldest daughter and housekeeper, Kasumi had become familiar with the house finances since she graduated high school and Ranma arrived. Traditional families like hers didn’t train students for money, instead relying on investments, property holdings, community events and helping people deal with supernatural problems to support the household.
It wouldn’t matter if Ranma was a girl, Ranma was the one the dojo needed to survive. The finances had suffered due to the fathers over the decades and Nabiki recently and Ranma was not only an amazing martial artist, but very frugal with finances. If they didn’t have Ranma, she didn’t know how the dojo would survive. Akane might have to marry that Kuno boy, or more likely even she herself would be married off to make ends meet.
Besides an unpleasant turn of events for Ranma, this could turn unpleasant for her family as well. It had been increasingly obvious as time passed that the future of their household did depend on Ranma.
Kasumi snapped back to reality when she realized Ranma was already wearing the black yoga pants and blue tank top, using her towel to dry off her hair now.
The question was if she would actually do anything about all of this.
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