Greenery Day, Day 15 (2)

"Well, he said he had a son!"

"Do you see a son ..." Nabiki looked down, startled, at her hand enclosed in the firm handclasp of their unexpected visitor. A hand she had expected to be holding something else entirely, hopefully to the embarrassment of the girl who had put her so off balance.

"Pleased to meet ya," Ranma said to her, releasing the hand again immediately. "And I'm afraid pop lied," she said with a sigh. "I'm his daughter Ranma, but the bastard was planning to trick you into thinking I'm his son."

"If you'll pardon me, Ranma-chan," Kasumi stated sweetly, "I don't see how that would be possible. It's rather, um, obvious that you're not a boy."

Ranma made her features darken, putting on a good impression of raging fury. "That's why I'm alone now," she spat. "You wouldn't believe what that son of a — 'scuse me — what he did. I told him if I ever saw him again I'd kill him, and I ain't sure but that I might mean it. But I figured you deserved to know the truth. 'S why I'm here."

"What truth?" Nabiki asked, confused.

Ranma reached back to fiddle with her pigtail. "No way you'll believe me. Wish I didn't. But the old bastard managed to get me cursed to turn into a boy. Then he was gonna drag me here and tell ya I really was a boy."

Akane looked at the girl beside her dubiously. "Uh, but you haven't. Been turned into a boy, that is."

Ranma twisted her mouth sourly. This was the key point. "It ain't permanent. Thank God. But all he needs to do, all anyone needs to do, is splash me with some hot water and I turn into a freakin' boy!" The last part was yelled, as she doubled over, arms wrapped around her stomach, as if the idea was so unbearable it brought physical pain. The truth was Ranma just wanted to lower her face enough that no one could get a good look, since she wasn't sure just how convincing an expression she was managing.

"On come on!" Nabiki blurted in exasperation. "You're talking about honest to God magic! Next thing you'll be telling us oni are real, and that people can toss chunks of chi around."

No one noticed the uncomfortable look that passed across Soun's face.

Nabiki sat back, crossing her arms. "If you're not just making this up, then maybe your father just hypnotized you or something. To make you think you turn into a girl."

Ranma lifted her gaze, eyes blazing. This gave her the perfect segue, to offer her own plan before someone else suggested something simpler like a hot water kettle. "Yeah, I'm sure that would've convinced you lot that I was a boy! What kind've plan would thatta been? You don't believe me? Fine! I'll prove it! You got a furo in a house like this, right? You girls come with me! I'll show ya what hot water does."

She jumped to her feet, crossing her own arms over her chest. "Well?"

Kasumi rose to her feet gracefully, clearing her throat. It was best to humor the strange girl, but she found herself wondering, if it just might be possible ... well, hopefully not, for the poor girl's sake. "This way, Ranma-chan."

Akane also rose to her feet, unable to believe the weird claim, but honestly curious. Grumbling and rolling her eyes, Nabiki also stood and followed.

Still lying on the floor, Soun considered everything he had heard, wondering if there might be a way to retrieve something from this disaster after all.

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Once in the bathing room, Ranma marched right over to the furo and removed the lid. Holding the towel she had picked up on her march through the outer room, the red-haired girl knelt beside the tub and hung her head over the edge. "Should be simple enough," she grated. "If you don't mind sparing me the awkwardness of trying to dunk my head, could someone take a bucketful of the hot water and pour it over me? Over my head, I mean. I'd like to keep my clothes dry, and that oughta be enough to trigger the curse."

Kasumi quietly stepped closer, picking up a nearby bucket, and scooping water from inside the furo. She paused for a moment, then mentally shrugged. Tipping the bucket, the oldest girl allowed a stream of water to pour down over the scarlet locks.

A moment later the bucket hit the floor, as Kasumi staggered back. Unlike her sisters, she was in position to see the hair change instantly to black. "Oneechan?" inquired Akane, nervously.

Then Ranma stood and turned. Both of the other sisters jumped back with exclamations. Akane plastered herself against a wall, squinting her eyes, trying to make them focus properly. Nabiki fell flat on her ass. "What, what, ..." the middle Tendo daughter stuttered.

Ranma dropped to his knees, burying his face in the towel, forcing his laughs to come out sounding like sobs. Pitching his voice to sound as feminine as he could manage, he squealed, "Now do you see! Now do you see what a freak I am! Oh God! No boy will ever like me! I'll never go on a date, never be kissed, never get married! Even girls won't want to be around me! Admit it! You hate me! You can't even stand being in the same room with me!" With that he gave a very creditable imitation of breaking down into broken weeping, while rubbing the towel against his eyes to redden them.

Her naturally sweet nature coming to the fore, Kasumi crouched instantly beside the ... boy ... and placed an arm over his shoulders. "Now that's just not true," she said firmly. "I'm sure we were all just startled. What that man who calls himself your father did was horrible, but it's not your fault. I'm sure you're still the same sweet girl inside that you always were." Kasumi cast her gaze over her shoulder, looking at her two sisters beseechingly.

Akane broke free from her shock, responding to that silent plea. With her older sister's gaze fixed upon her, she forced herself to accept that the male figure in front of her was truly a girl, and not one of the perverted boys from school. Akane tried to imagine what it would be like if she suddenly found herself stuck in a boy's body, and shuddered violently. Tentatively she walked over and knelt behind the pigtailed boy, and steeling herself, wrapped her arms around his stomach, hugging him. She swallowed heavily at the feel of the rock hard abs under her forearms.

Nabiki had a harder time pulling herself out of her daze. The words "Magic is real! Magic is real!" kept circling around and around inside her brain. She lifted her eyes, uncomprehending, as Kasumi cleared her throat. Both of her sisters were hugging the ... the ... thing ... which had come into their house.

Kasumi frowned. Nabiki trembled. A frown from Kasumi was worse than any tongue lashing that any adult had ever given her. The younger sister tried to shake her head. Kasumi's frown deepened, verging on a scowl. Nabiki swallowed hard, then slowly, slowly, crawled over to join the group. Reaching over, she awkwardly patted the back of the boy in their midst.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Ranma managed a sniffle. "I just feel so creepy when people look at me like that. Like some sort of unclean thing." He looked around and gave a dry chuckle. "At least I'm in a bathing room. Maybe enough scrubbing will let me feel clean again. Except ..." He let his voice trail off, then looked down and continued in a whisper, "except I don't really want to be alone right now."

Kasumi considered that. This poor, lonely girl could really use some support right now. Still, in her present form ... "How long does the effect take to wear off? I mean, how long until you change back to a girl?"

Ranma looked at the older girl and gave a crooked smile. "No time at all. All I need is some cold water. Hot water girl, cold water boy, see? If I stick my head under the shower over there I can be back to my real self." He hung his head. "Until the next time I get hit with some hot water, that is." Shaking himself, he looked around again. "I really could use a bath." Ranma was rather proud of the slight tremor he injected into that statement.

Kasumi nodded her head firmly. "Then we'll all take a bath, just four girls together. There's no need at all for you to be alone. Why don't you change back like you said, and join us out in the changing room?"

Akane stared blankly at her oldest sister. "We will?" At the look she got back, she hastily changed that to, "Of course we will!"

Nabiki was finally throwing off her sense of shock, and kicking herself for acting like a brainless idiot, even temporarily. Okay, so magic was real. You learn something new every day, right? It's not like the girl ... boy ... girl was any threat to them — she was just a person with something really weird about her. And it wasn't like she didn't already know some weird people. She ought to be keeping her head about her, and figuring out how to profit from the situation. Which first of all meant learning some more. Nodding her own head, and forcing her voice to remain firm, she confirmed, "Sure, it'll be fun. All four of us sharing a bath. A little girl time together. I'm sure that's just what you need."

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Ranma was careful not to stare too intently as she drank in the sights around her, paying little attention to the chatter about life in the Tendo home and Nerima in general. She'd already gotten some pretty good looks at Akane, but seeing her again was a pleasant treat. Kasumi was a much more mature, curvier version of the younger girl, although she doubted the more athletic Akane would ever match the oldest sister's mouth-wateringly large — yet still youthfully firm — bust. The middle girl Nabiki unsurprisingly lay somewhere between the two, but at the same time bore less resemblence to either of her sisters. Her movements were more conspicuously sensuous for one thing, though in a non-self-conscious fashion which spoke of either natural instinct or long practice.

She was also — Ranma wasn't sure just what word to use here — bichromatic? Whereas the carpet matched the drapes for both of the other girls, deep black for Akane and soft brown for Kasumi, in Nabiki's case her hair was only a slightly darker brown than her older sister's, but her bush was almost as dark a black as the younger's. At least insofar as Ranma could tell from what there was of it. The redhead had to stop herself several times from staring at the thin stripe of hair, wondering why it grew so differently from her own and both of the girl's sisters.

Eventually, given the tone of some of the comments about her own chest, Ranma decided it might be safe to ask. "Excuse me, but why is your hair, um, down there, so ..." She put her thumb and index finger close together, and moved them up and down a few centimeters.

Nabiki laughed loudly, dropping her soapy brush and then scrambling after it. Sitting back up, she wheezed, "What? You've never seen a girl who shaved before? Granted, neither of my sisters bother with more than a slight trim, but you're lucky that red hair of yours is naturally pretty sparse, letting it grow wild like that. Don't you worry that boys might notice when you wear a swimsuit?"

Ranma looked down between her own legs, blinking in amazement, then cast her gaze toward the other two girls. Both Akane and Kasumi gave her smiles and slight nods. "You ... you shave it? Isn't that dangerous?"

Nabiki laughed again. "Not as long as you're careful. It's not like you hack at it with a machete, after all." Her smile becoming sly, she asked, "Would you like me to shave yours for you?"

Ranma gulped, heavily. "Maybe ... some other day. When I'm feeling more, uh, experimental." After all, she reflected, there were probably going to be a lot more days like this.

Nabiki gave a quieter, but evil chuckle. "If you're sure ..."

Kasumi pursed her lips, suppressing her own humor. "It really is perfectly normal, Ranma-chan. And Nabiki is right about one thing, you probably should trim at least a little before summer arrives and you want to go swimming."

It was the first time that Ranma had ever considered that, given her curse, from now on swimming would have to be done as a girl. Which meant in a girl's swimsuit. With guys ogling her. She shuddered, then told herself firmly that there was no point in worrying about it. At the rate things were going, she was never going to see another summer. Or even a different day.

The girls all rinsed themselves off. Nabiki rose and stretched. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for a long soak in the furo."

Ranma raised a finger. "Little problem with that ..."

She was amused when all three girls blushed like tomatoes. Akane's hands moved to cover herself, and Ranma wondered if the girl was even aware she was doing so.

Nabiki recovered first and smirked. "What, afraid to let us have a look at your male equipment? Afraid we'll die of embarrassment?"

It was Akane who answered. "Yes!" she declared in a loud, strangled voice.

The last of Nabiki's own embarrassment vanished in her entertainment over her younger sister's reaction. She noticed that even Kasumi was hiding a small smile behind her hand. "Come on, little sister, wouldn't you like a chance to check out what the real thing looks like when it's perfectly safe? Besides, you don't want Ranma to feel like a freak, do you?"

Ranma pointed out, "Feeling just a bit like a freak right now ..."

"There, you see?" Nabiki replied triumphantly.

"I meant the way you're acting," Ranma said in exasperation.

Kasumi reached over and put a hand on Akane's shoulder. Speaking gently, she said, "While Nabiki is undoubtedly amusing herself at your expense, she does have a point. I would like to soak, and it would be unfair to leave Ranma out. Traditionally, families bathed as a group. And even if Ranma will have to be male in the furo, it's not like she's really a boy. She'll just be a, hmm, a somewhat unusual looking girl."

"Are you sure, oneechan?" Akane asked, looking at her maternal older sister.

Kasumi nodded, and Akane squared her shoulders and marched over to the furo. She lowered herself into the water and crossed her arms with a determined look. Her two sisters joined her, and then all three looked at Ranma expectantly.

"Are you sure?" the redhead asked, not having dared to hope that this chance would come to pass.

"Come on, Ranma," Nabiki urged teasingly. "The water's fine. And I'm hoping to get a good look." As planned, Akane's cheeks flamed again.

"All right," Ranma responded with intentional dubiousness. Walking over she stepped into the tub. The change was instantaneous, and all three girls were confronted by the proof that in this form, Ranma was unquestionably 100% male.

Looking down, Ranma couldn't help but think, Woops. Didn't know I was that excited.

"Holy shit!" Akane exclaimed. "Are all boys that big!"

Ranma dropped into the water, his own face on fire now.

Nabiki ran her tongue over the insides of her own lips before replying. "I'm no expert, Akane, but I think our Ranma here got a little extra endowment there along with that curse."

Kasumi realized she was fanning her face with her hand, and immediately plunged it back into the water. "He's not really all that large," she told her sisters. "Quite a bit bigger than average, but not to any truly unusual degree."

The oldest girl suddenly realized that the other three were all staring at her. Thinking fast, she added, "Or at least that's what I understand from all the medical texts I've read." Since she had a known habit of borrowing such books from the family doctor, Akane nodded in acceptance. Nabiki looked a little more dubious, but let the subject drop. Kasumi hid a small sigh of relief.

Akane looked down into the water, where she was sitting. "But ... but ... how's it supposed to fit?"

Kasumi struggled not to smile. "Those parts are made to stretch, Akane dear. After all, babies have to be able to pass through, and they're a lot bigger even when they're just being born."

Nabiki didn't want to reveal that she'd been asking herself exactly the same question Akane had asked out loud. Plastering another smirk on her face to hide the flutter in her own stomach, she suggested, "Ranma, maybe you could stand up and give us another look? Just so we can get a better impression. I mean, it's not like there's really any reason for you to be embarrassed, those parts not really being you, so to speak."

"What about us being embarrassed?" Akane whined, sinking lower into the water.

"And why shouldn't I be embarrassed about showing myself off like some kinda circus act?" Ranma inquired nastily. But truth to tell, he found himself rather turned on at the idea of exhibiting himself to three such sexy, and currently nude, girls. Clambering to his feet, he stood at attention before them, in every sense.

Kasumi licked her lips unconsciously. "Oh my," she whispered, carefully examining the glorious specimen before her with her eyes.

Nabiki was frankly staring. It was the first time she'd seen one for real, and not just in photographs or online. It was astonishing how the real thing made so much more of an impression. She suddenly realized that the little toy she'd been using for the last year, the one she thought meant she was prepared when she finally decided the time had come to see what this sex thing was really all about — well, maybe that toy might not be as large as it should be.

Akane had covered her eyes before Ranma stood. But now her fingers slowly spread apart. Her mouth opened. Her hands slid down, unnoticed. There was no way that could possibly ... but her trusted sister Kasumi said it would. Akane tried to imagine what it would be like, feeling herself stretch down there, then stretching more as it slowly pushed in ever deeper. She felt herself moan softly, and immediately bit her lip. Damn it! It was the boys who were perverts, not her! But what would it feel like if she dared reach out and take it in her hand?

Ranma had to close his eyes and force his hands to remain at his sides. The hungry way these girls were staring at him was unbelievably making him even harder! He desperately wanted to do something about it, and wondered if it would be possible to come without even touching himself.

"Ranma," Nabiki asked, hearing the timid note in her own voice and hating it, yet at the same time unable to inject more confidence. "Do you think, maybe, I could see what it feels like?"

Ranma suppressed a groan, unable to answer, his eyes still closed. What was this crazy girl thinking? If she touched him ...

Soft fingers wrapped themselves around his cock.

Ranma's eyes shot open. It was Nabiki's fingers, but even as he took this in, Kasumi's hand was pulling Nabiki's away, the oldest girl apparently more alert to the danger. Not soon enough, however. The slight tug as the fingers pulled away was too much, and Ranma groaned loudly. Jets of white hot cum fired from the end of his massive rod.

Akane stared, eyes wide, trying to process what she saw coming straight at her face.

Recognizing the imminent disaster more quickly than either of her sisters, and realizing just how much greater that disaster could be given Akane's position dead center in front, Kasumi moved faster than she remembered ever moving before. She managed to intervene without a split second to spare. Three, four, five blasts splattered thoroughly across her face.

But the ultimate disaster was averted. Not so much as a drop struck Akane.

Nabiki stared at the small amount of gooey cream coating her fingers, then lifted her eyes to her older sister's face. In a choked voice she said, "I, uh, think you might want to go wash off, oneechan." Turning her head toward Ranma, she added with uncharacteristic meekness, "You too. Before you, uh, drip." Looking down at her own hand once more, she climbed out of the tub herself, holding the arm rigidly before her.

"What happened?" Akane asked bewilderedly.

Ranma gave himself a quick rinse at the shower, simultaneously changing back into a girl. She closed her eyes, quivering, unable to erase the image of Kasumi's face from her mind. Kasumi's face, painted with long streamers of white cum. Drops in her hair. Thin strings dangling from her chin. Streaks painted right across her lips. And as the older girl had risen from the water, a tongue emerging from between those lips, swirling around them, leaving them pink and clean where it passed. If Ranma had remained a guy, the memory might just have made her come again.

When she turned back around, Ranma was surprised to be enveloped in a hug by Kasumi. Then the older girl pushed back, holding her at arms' length, hands on her shoulders.

"Well, that was interesting," Kasumi murmured. "But I have to start preparing lunch now." She strolled off nonchalantly.

Nabiki paused in passing by. "Interesting. Yeah. Bit of a hair trigger there, Ranma-chan." Then she grinned. "If you're gonna be sticking around, I'd like to have another look, sometime. After you've gained a bit more control." With that, she passed out of the room as well.

Akane had also stopped a few steps away. She was digging the toes of one foot into the floor, hands behind her back. Which made a very nice presentation. "I'm sorry if I was a bit ... you know. It takes some getting used to. But, well, you seem pretty nice. I hope we can be friends." Her face lit up with a brilliant smile, and then she skipped out of the room.

Ranma's muscles all sagged at once, and she leaned with her back against the wall. "Okay. Definitely trying this one again."