[Episode 78562] [Episode 78562]
Everywhere they went, a trap of magic was set to lure any repressed, depressed and generally unhappy female that came near by. The girl or woman would be splashed by a passing car, right in front of a salon, and then they'd take the chance to come in and get themselves fixed up where the proprietess would trick them into revealing what they wanted and proceed with the makeover.
Of course, this time, it was Ranma's water magnet curse that was working, but she couldn't know that.
In any case Ranma was now sitting uncomfortably in a chair with a college aged girl standing over her and looking her over.
"Okay," she declared suddenly. "Let's begin!"
"Uh, right," Ranma said as the girl came around behind her.
And then the fingers started working in her hair and she felt all her cares fade away. The feeling of the massage on her scalp was just so relaxing, she could almost fall asleep.
And then her head touched the warm water and she became a he.
"What the...?" the girl attending to her asked.
"Currsse..." Ranma muttered contentedly.
"Oh dear," the proprietess said, tsking. "That further explains her behavior. Get rid of it, won't you Grace."
"Sure, Ma'am," the girl declared. "No problem."
"That's a dear," the proprietess said, returning to counter.
"So," Grace said to Ranma. "How do we change you back to a girl, miss?"
"Cold water..." he sighed, revelling as the enchanted massage started again.
"Right," Grace said, she lifted Ranma's head out of the warm water and dumped the basin into the drain next to her before refilling it with cold water.
Ranma's head came down again and the touch of cold water brought the expected change.
"Well, as soon as the washing and conditioning is done," Grace said. "We'll take care of that nasty curse when we go to the full body treatment."
"Goood..." Ranma agreed. And every moment under the girl's hands Ranma's viewpoint on life changed.
She was a lovely girl, she should thrill in it rather than repress it. She could have any man she wanted, and maybe a woman or two. And why shouldn't she have a little fun with her body, men did it all the time. And eventually she could have children.
Ooo, children, she really wanted to be a mother. Have a lovely little daughter or son to teach how to kick ass...ahem...fight well.
She'd show her Pops...ahem...father, girls could, too fight. Er, girls could fight, too. And as soon as she got rid of this curse she wouldn't have to worry about the fiancees coming after her again. Well, if they wanted to, she was game.
Already she could imagine sharing a "friendly" moment with Ukyou, and sampling some honest to goodness Amazon milk. Of course gymnasts were so flexible and Akane had to be a tiger in the sack, right?
Not to keep the boys out of it of course. Memories of certain body parts from certain rivals came to mind and she hummed pleasantly.
"Grace, dear," the proprietess said. "I know she was repressed, but if you hit that anti-repression point again, she'll be worse than that girl in Atlanta."
"Eh?" Grace said. "Ack, I thought that was the relaxation point."
"Easily fixed, dear," the proprietess said, taking over for a moment. "Just a careful increase in discipline and boosting her fidelity and we turn a potential slut with a bad-reputation into a beautiful girl with a very healthy sexual appetite. Now, off you go to the masssage."
"Right miss," Grace said, securing her subject before wheeling Ranma away to the back room.
And now, after her clothes were carefully removed. That wonderful sensation that had overwhelmed her head moved to the whole body as Grace's agile hands rubbed and pushed at her body.
"OOO," Ranma sighed as her breasts were set to the perfect shape and a cup-size or two stronger.
"Ahhh," she gasped as muscles were made denser and skin was smoothed and made more resilient to scarring and injury. A slight healing factor that all their clientelle from dangerous professions got.
The sound as her sex was moulded to perfection was quiet loud and high pitched and difficult to recreate in text.
There was little remaining after that save replacing her clothes (with more attractive ones in a similar style) and giving her a light make-up.
And so, out of the New U Salon glided a lethally beautiful Ranma Saotome with a widely tousled hairstyle that was perfectly crafted to appear uncrafted, and enchanted to grow like that again. She struck a pose and smiled as a hand traced up her skin tight black pants and to the red-chinese shirt that showed a distracting amount of cleavage.
"Hmmm," Ranma said, licking her lips. "I'll have to do that more often. Now, let's see how Akane's makeover came out."
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