Ranma blinked, unable to do much more, as he stood there petrified from disbelief; where once stood his father now stood a woman. She was of slim build, yet amazingly well endowed for one so slender as she was. She stood there frozen in time, just as he, so overcome with distraught that she failed to notice the discomforting wind gnawing at her skin, all the while letting the moonlight bounce off her smooth, silky hair; hair which seemed to endlessly cascade down her shoulders.
The woman who stood out and shone in the moonlight was every bit as beautiful as he remembered his mother being. The fact that she was his father only helped to reinforce the memories, of the woman the two of them had left behind. Thinking of his mother, Ranma could not help but compare the two. While seeing that this woman's beauty rivaled that of his mother's, he could not escape the observation that she lacked that certain elegance and finesse that one would associate with the other woman. It was something only further reinforced by the fact that her pants had just disgracefully fallen down, now laying in a disheveled mess by her feet, while the rest of her gi just barely managed to hang onto those dainty, little shoulders of hers.
The boy blinked twice, bedazzled, hoping that the discomforting image of the woman would poof off into smoke, to be replace by his overly burdensome father; someone, who despite himself, Ranma had grown to love. After a noticeable length of time, which was accompanied by the chirping of a lone cricket, it became painfully obvious that nothing was going to happen. Releasing a tense breath full of disappointment, Ranma managed to close the previously expanding gap between his lips, before proceeding to shake out the remaining cobwebs from his head.
“Pops?”
Genma was shoved out of her shock and into the cruel clutches of reality, by the unmuffling sound of her child's voice. She groaned loudly, as her consciousness caught hold of the cause of headache her subconsciousness was aware of. She stood there trembling, cold sweat covering her face, trying to deny herself the changes that had rudely swept over her body. Slowly, gathering what little strength she had left, she looked down on herself, pausing momentarily at her newly acquired feminine parts, before quickly looking past them, noticing her pants lying on the ground. She blushed, as she oddly became self-conscious of herself, swiftly bending down and lifting the pants up, before tightening the belt around her petite frame, dusting herself off once she was done.
“Yo pops? That really you?” A rude voice blurted out, as the owner of that voice took note that his father became self=aware. He already knew the answer to that question, but Ranma felt that he needed to ask it anyway. As he waited for the answer, he could not help but think that with those bulky pants now tied around her little waist that her father looked like what could best be described as 'MC Mama-daddy.' He may have chuckled at the thought, if the situation had not been as grave.
“Ra Ranma?” she lamely asked, as her son came into focus, before groaning again.
“... Why yes boy .. I suppose it is me,” she sighed loudly, “I suppose that this is the price one must pay for being so ... greedy,” she finished honestly, in a rare moment of guilt and self-loath.
Ranma stood there, unsure of what to do or say next. He obviously felt bad for his father, and added to that was the growing, nagging feeling of helplessness. Since he could remember, he trained to be always confident and to overcome any odds that his father could throw at him. This time however, there was nothing his martial arts skills or quick thinking could come up with that would change what had happened. So, feeling utterly defeated, he lowered his head in shame and spoke in a soft, broken voice.
“... So ... what now, pops?”
“I don't know,” came a surprisingly mousy voice, “right now,” Genma-chan gulped and paused, “right now ... Ranma ... I just want to lie down and get some rest ... think about things in the morning,” she concluded, just wanting to curl up into a fetal position and hold herself, while dealing with the pulsating agony ripping through her pours of her arms and chest that came along with doing something so life altering stupid.
When morning came, Genma-chan decided to,
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