[Episode 260181] [Episode 260181]The first thing Akane did was take her morning bath as she wanted to try changing back one last time and she wasn’t going to be exercising that morning anyways. Although she made it through her bath without incident, the thought of being discovered along with resisting the temptation to touch herself left her a bit of a nervous wreck.
Once in her room, she got dressed for school with the addition of wearing the spandex exercise shorts over her panties. It did give her some confidence her little addition wouldn’t become a problem during the day, but the thought of pitching a tent at school terrified her, making her wish she had more control of the situation in her panties.
Fashion wise the bike shorts were something people had suggested she should wear at school so she didn’t flash the boys her panties when she got in a fight. The main reason she didn’t wear such a thing was because that would be the same as admitting she was the kind of girl that got into fights. She didn’t know what that said about her when she only wore them when she was concerned about her dick flopping out instead of flashing her panties at boys.
Fully dressed for school and as prepared as she could be, Akane left her room to find something to occupy herself. Ever since Nabiki had blackmailed her, she’d had the most uncomfortable things on her mind, so she was looking forward to finding something to distract herself from her latest troubles.
Ah, she could make Ranma a treat in the kitchen!
Reaching the kitchen, she found a surprise. Well, after all this time, she really shouldn’t have been surprised, but it was still a sight to behold.
Kasumi being in the kitchen was no surprise. Nodoka cooking in their kitchen was also not a surprise. They were both housewives sharing one household after all.
Ranma cooking with her mother to make her own lunch box? Not really that surprising, kind of sweet actually since this time wasn’t a deception.
This much wasn’t really surprising. Although Ranma could be mopey, she instead generally made the best of the situation which in this case would mean spending time with her mother.
The outfit she was wearing had Akane staring however as neither her nor Nabiki had peeked in on the wardrobe Ranma had acquired yesterday.
She’d never seen Ranma wear a dress when she wasn’t pulling a girl act, so it was unusual to see Ranma wearing one casually around the house. It was a western dress, like a fancy version of what Alice in Wonderland wore, a dark gray-blue color with thin vertical stripes of black. There was smooth fabric on her legs, either stockings or pantyhose, patterned in vertical stripes of different finishes of black, one flat, the other shiny. On her feet were a pair of mules with cork platform wedge heels, like a pair of fancy house slippers.
Ranma looked really nice in that outfit. Too nice, like a fashion model had wandered into their house to make herself breakfast. It was the sort of expensive outfit that girls would wear to Shinjuku on the weekend so they could be seen in it.
Akane forgot what she’d come down for, startling as Ranma caught her staring. “Ah, Akane-chan, do you want some of my dishes in your lunch box?”
The red-head greeted her warmly, which was a good thing to Akane. The honorific was horrible however as it meant they were more distant now, it was how Ranma had greeted her when pretending to be a girl at school, implying they were just female friends. Ranma’s warm expression started to cool as she waited for an answer, snapping Akane back to reality. “Oh, yes, if that’s okay. Uhm, sorry, I’m just kind of distracted.”
Ranma went back to her cooking, talking to Akane as she did so. “Oh, well, did you need something in here?”
The kitchen was a bit crowded with three women in it. Space wasn’t an issue only because two of them were experienced and the third had superhuman grace. There was no space for her in there and cooking in the same kitchen as Ranma was definitely not a way to make things better between them. Well, more importantly, she couldn’t very well cook something for Ranma when Ranma was cooking something for her. She didn’t know how she was going to handle that, but she wasn’t about to turn Ranma down. “Ah, well, I’d like to talk sometime.”
Ranma glanced at her for a moment, considering the request. “Okay.”
All too soon Akane found herself seated at the breakfast table, without Nabiki as the older girl had shouted downstairs that she’d be late. Was that slut really that focused on playing with herself?
Although quiet, the mood at the table was pleasant, as Ranma was casually eating and enjoying the food. The topic was about Ranma’s cooking mostly, food with interesting flavors from a variety of southeast asian countries. Despite that international influence, Ranma obviously had enough experience with Japanese food to adjust it to their local palate.
Having sated some of her morning hunger, Ranma broke the ice for her former fiancee. “So, Akane-chan, are you just not wanting to end things on a sour note or do you actually want to be friends?”
While Akane didn’t want to have this conversation in front of others, it was probably for the best that Kasumi and Auntie heard her conviction as well. “I.. I don’t want to give up the engagement.”
Obviously a bit surprised, Ranma went back to eating as she considered her answer. After some time she spoke up with an air of sadness. “No. Even if was an accident, we can’t go back to that.” Taking a deep breath, Ranma dispelled most of her gloom. “So what kind of relationship do you want exactly?”
Thinking of what exactly she wanted from Ranma, a blush started to blossom on Akane’s face as she realized she didn’t have quite the courage to admit her desires or feelings in front of Ranma, much less Kasumi and her mother.
Ranma smiled slightly. “Pervert. You just can’t settle for being friends, can you?”
Blush deepening, Akane treasured the note of gentle fondness in Ranma’s voice. It gave her the strength to find her voice again. “You’re right. It’s selfish of me, but I want more than just friends.”
Munching on her breakfast, Ranma pondered what to do with Akane. Her earnest feelings were kind of cute, a much better salve to her than a mere apology. The question was what sort of path to put Akane on since she was actually listening at the moment. “Mhmm, well try for friends for now. If you try for more than that, some unpleasant memories might get you hurt.”
Grimacing in shame, Akane was reminded that Ranma was already being kind to her. Considering what had happened, it was a small miracle they were talking even this much. She knew Ranma well enough to know trying to forgive her this much was stressing her, that Ranma was having to put up an act to maintain some level of normalcy. Guessing from what she’d seen so far, she’d have to say Ranma was acting however she was dressed at the moment, lady-like in her current outfit and more boisterous in her exercise clothes.
Coming to terms with the change in their relationship, Akane had a hesitant question to reveal the challenge ahead of her. “Can I still call you Ranma, or do I need to use an honorific?”
Glancing at the blushing tomboy, Ranma quickly came up with an answer. “That’s fine.”
Akane allowed herself a small smile at the happiness she felt. It wasn’t a grand victory, but Ranma was at least being largely accepting of her instead of rejecting her. She finally felt like she had an open route of some sort towards Ranma’s heart.
With Ranma helping with the cooking and Akane skipping her training, breakfast had been early. Ranma and Akane had finished early enough to enjoy a leisurely walk to school and still have enough time to arrive early, leaving before Nabiki even came downstairs.
Finally able to talk in relative private with Ranma, Akane wondered what she’d finally say.
Simply walking together, the relatively normalcy of the act was a balm for her troubled emotions. It was strange that Ranma was walking beside her, but quite pleasant. The walk reminded her that Ranma had changed her cork heel shoes for a pair of charcoal black ankle boots with blue accents and three inch heels.
Their school was strange in a few ways, something she finally understood after meeting the principal. They didn’t have to wear indoor shoes in the school, although the students could, mostly for the comfort of wearing the soft indoor shoes. They also didn’t have to change for gym in their classrooms, they actually had locker rooms and showers they could use.
That meant Ranma would be wearing high heels at school all day and apparently even around the house to a degree. From her experience while Ranma was in the bridal training at the Chardin’s, Ranma wasn’t all that bothered by wearing high heels all day long. Well, not physically bothered, only the thought that Ranma was wearing girl’s clothing seemed to bother him. Did Ranma’s change to female remove that worry?
Shaking her head, Akane realized she needed to actually start talking and improve their relationship. “About our relationship...”
After Ranma glanced curiously at her, the tomboy hesitantly continued before her boldness faltered. “That night, that was just for curiosity that Nabiki sort of talked me into trying.”
Blush blooming on her face, Akane found this wasn’t quite going how she’d hoped. “I mean, I want to be the girl in our relationship. I’ll admit I’m curious about the boy role, but that was sort of because I’ve always wondered about your curse.”
Face turning red, Akane was glad she hadn’t admitted she wanted to screw female Ranma silly. She was getting an erection just from the stray thought, further mortifying her as she tried to continue walking normally. How did boys deal with this?
Ranma considered what she’d said. It had been curious that Akane would try to be a boy when the girl had such a collection of bogus breast expansion items. All the magic around them and Akane managed to find the non-working rip-off ones? Well, at least she hadn’t given up on being a girl and Ranma couldn’t really fault her for being curious about being a boy. “You seemed a little out of it that time. If you’re gonna try that, just remember boys have to keep it in their pants.”
Seeing a strange look on Akane’s face, Ranma wondered if there was something else she was hiding. “There something else you’re not telling me?”
Akane tried not to squirm as she walked. The exercise shorts gave her a bit of a safety net, but if her manhood squirmed free of her panties she would still have problems. “Well, I don’t know why, but this morning... I sort of woke up with... it. Nabiki said she didn’t play a prank on me in my sleep and she sort of had one too.”
Ranma glanced at her, reluctantly realizing she’d have to investigate just to sort everything out. Honestly she’d rather not talk about the subject, the thought of shemale Akane making feel all squeamish. “So... you went to bed a girl and just woke up with morning wood?”
Blushing deeply, Akane merely nodded as she tried to keep herself calm. “How do you... deal with it? I’m wearing spandex shorts under my skirt... but it’s... well...”
Ranma couldn’t help but sigh and rub her forehead. Why did she have to have this talk with Akane? “Well, try not to think perverted thoughts. Girls don’t have a big physical reaction, but guys do, so you gotta keep your mind out of the gutter.”
Akane blushed at the reminder that she was now the perverted boy in their relationship and her lack of control over her male libido. It seemed like a crazy thought, but how was she supposed to not think perverted thoughts? Especially with the current Ranma at her side, those long legs clicking along at an elegant pace in a pair of cute heels. The dress emphasizing her hips and bust with a feminine cut despite covering them modestly in fabric. That pretty face with long lashes and inviting lips just begging her to think of disgustingly naughty thoughts. Even the high ponytail Ranma had her hair up in caught her attention as the hair swayed behind her, exposing her graceful slender neck to her wanton gaze.
Why was even Ranma’s neck sexy? What the hell was wrong with her if even the most innocent parts of curvy red-head was making her think sexy thoughts?
Blushing deeply, Akane realized she had no clue how to get her mind out of the gutter. Her erection had reached full mast, pointing slightly upwards at about two o’clock, resting against the lower curve of her belly. It was already out of her panties, only the cycling shorts holding it in place against her belly, keeping it from flopping out and pushing her underwear down.
Approaching the school, Akane realized she couldn’t risk any sudden movements, making dealing with Kuno out of the question. “Ah, could you walk me to the girl’s restroom?”
Glancing over, Ranma realized the tomboy was trembling slightly, as if walking on a knife’s edge, her schoolbag protectively held before her with both hands. From her angle she could see the bulge in the waist of Akane’s school dress. “Fine, but you gotta deal with that problem yourself. Go pointing that thing at me and I’ll hit you.”
The confused futanari found herself surprisingly relieved by Ranma’s reply. The threat of violence was understandable and a bit of a relief as it sounded more like the Ranma she knew. There was no anger in it, simply a statement, Ranma otherwise staying by her side with only a hint of annoyance. “Thank you.”
Reaching the schoolyard, there was a surprising lack of Kuno or any other bothers to their morning commute to school. Perhaps because they were early, perhaps because such annoyances were barely a weekly event.
Worried about Nabiki being late for school, Kasumi knocked on her door. It took a moment for her sister to give a flustered reply, causing her to worry.
“Come in.”
Opening the door, Kasumi found her sister still in bed, naked, sweaty, her covers only up to her waist as she sat in bed, her eyes showing exhaustion. “Are you not feeling well?”
A little out of it, Nabiki took a moment before absently responding. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be making it to school.”
A bit flustered by her sister being topless, Kasumi backed away as something felt wrong. “Oh, then I’ll bring you something to eat in a bit, okay?”
Nabiki seemed even more out of it, barely acknowledging her presence. “Yeah, yeah, fine, later. I don’t feel like eating right now.”
As soon as Kasumi finally closed the door and left her in peace, Nabiki resumed playing with her pet trouser snake. She might have quit earlier and actually gotten ready for school, but she’d made such progress and had so much fun, she just didn’t want to stop right now. Already she was a more well hung ten inches long and she now sported her own pair of balls that made getting off a lot more satisfying. Her breasts had swollen a bit larger too, perhaps a cupsize, full enough to thrust out from her chest a good finger width more.
If she kept at it just a bit more, maybe she’d fully regain her lovely futa form without having to spend any more money on instant powder?
Akane really didn't understand how to get her mind out of the gutter.
She was standing in the corner of the bathroom, gently banging her forehead against the wall. It seemed to work for her as she had nothing else to do as she waited for her erection to subside. There was simply no way to otherwise tuck it away so she could go about her day, her panties just weren’t capable of holding something the size of a large banana.
Sitting in the classroom, relatively alone from it being so early, Ranma took out a book and resumed her research.
The dosojin were relatively common spiritual objects in Japan, found along all the old roads and pathways. The Jizo that had bothered Mousse for a while was one type of the, but not the type Ranma was concerned about.
The small stone pillars, representing phalluses were the likely culprit here if there was one.
The normal blessing of one provided virility to a man and the blessing would transfer to a woman as fertility when they had sex. The curse was the opposite, impotence or infertility until the spirit was appeased.
It was the curse resulting from disturbing the stone that resulted in possession that concerned Ranma. In the man it caused an obscene degree of virility, making him sex obsessed and gifting him with a disturbingly large manhood. If the offender had sex with a female, the perverse blessing would transfer to her, enlarging her breasts, hips and sex to obscene degrees. There was also something about making other males impotent, but the method of transmission wasn’t listed.
The book didn’t list what it would do if it tried to possess a girl, but judging by the type of spirit, she would probably be a masculine tomboy since the spirit was male. The one defining feature of being susceptible to drowning because they sank like a rock definitely described Akane though.
There wasn’t a cure listed, only a ward that would provide +4 to willpower saves to resist temptation and a further +4 to fortitude saves to resist physical changes, stacking to +8 if the willpower save succeeded? The description was strange, but the ward seemed correct, leading Ranma to figure a gaming otaku had written this guide.
There wasn’t a listed way to remove it, apparently either the offender abstained and suppressed the curse, or they indulged until they met an untimely end. Men that indulged typically transformed several women into slutty nymphomaniacs with obscenely curvy bodies while reducing any men that got in the way into impotent ineffectual wusses. Increases in strength, toughness, aggression and confidence meant it usually took trickery to drown them or several men to kill them.
All rather unpleasant things to consider at the moment.
Ranma made herself a detection talisman, something simple enough she could do it with regular paper and pen. After scribbling the required pattern and characters onto the paper, she squinted hard and held it beneath her eye until the paper caught a few tears.
The ink blurring like watercolor from her tears, Ranma watched and waited to see what it would reveal.
The answer was what she’d both expected and feared, a transmitted womanhood curse. Her blossoming curves hours after the act had been due to that, not the potion. It was the other effects that had her concerned.
When she’d first gotten cursed until several months afterwards, Ranma had been far too conscious to do something like wearing female underwear, even if he was wearing a dress to trick Kuno or Ryoga.
It was embarrassing to admit even to herself, but after the bridal training the Chardin family put her through, wearing nothing but lingerie and high heels for weeks, she’d lost a lot of that reluctance to wear female clothes. It still struck a chord of unease with her though, not just from the possibility of suddenly turning male from hot water, but from simply wearing such girly things.
She hadn’t felt the least twing of concern this morning. She was only concerned how the other students might react to her outfit. Being a girl was now natural for her, there was no note of wrongness to it, no self-consciousness of sitting in class in a dress, lingerie and high heels as if it were normal.
Worse, she realized she’d only turned futa once with her new seals and only for a few minutes. Just like she’d told Kasumi, she just didn’t see any point to it, it would only make things awkward. Why bother?
Blushing, Ranma realized she needed to have an actual sexual relationship with a girl before this really did become normal for her. She might be stuck with a female form, but she didn’t have to give up her manhood. She just needed to put some effort into it to resist the dosojin curse.
How she would go about this and with which girl was a problem that brought a renewed blush to her cheeks.
At the moment she had her research to finish, now tallying up all the various enchantments mingling within her. The musk potion, the dosojin curse, her herbal medicine morning-after pill, the alchemical ingredients from Kodachi’s hair-removal compound, and her hastily applied prototype seal which might have pushed everything to react and meld more than they would have otherwise. At least her new more adaptable seals were helping. Maybe she’d even be able to do something to help Akane, at least once she confirmed the source of the curse.
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