Greenery Day, Day 15 (3)

Lunch was over with, and Ranma was out on the engawa enjoying the warm Spring day. Although she was keeping half an eye on the clouds overhead, wondering if the rain was planning to start up again. It was a bit irritating having to stay a girl to maintain her cover, but on the other hand the current attitudes of the Tendo sisters were a welcome change. On the previous takes of this day, Akane had remained upset for the rest of the day, and Kasumi and Nabiki had at best been leery of him. Now they were openly sympathetic and treating her nicely.

She supposed that she really ought to get up and search the house again, but didn't really have any new ideas of what to look for. What did a magical artifact that forced one to repeat the same day over and over again look like? There wasn't anything obviously weird in the house, and if it looked like something ordinary then how was she supposed to recognize it? Ranma sighed and decided to let her subconscious mull over it for a time while the rest of her took it easy.

Her thoughts drifted back to the scene in the bathing room before lunch. That had gone a helluva lot better than she'd expected when planning it. She thought about how she could tweak it in coming days to make it go even better. It would probably help to learn more about the sisters. After all, the more she knew about them, the better she'd be able to anticipate their reactions, which in turn meant she could try to arrange things to get the reactions she wanted.

Ranma told herself firmly that starting tomorrow, she should pay more attention to the girls' idle chatter. All that talk about themselves, their home, the town, must have revealed an awful lot — except that she'd been ignoring it in preference to focusing on the abundance of smooth, creamy flesh. It ought to be possible to look and listen at the same time. And toss in some leading questions to get them to reveal specific things. For that matter, she could go and talk to each of them later in the day, referring to things which had been mentioned and getting them to expand on it. Ranma nodded to herself, pleased with the idea.

Of course, it wasn't a plan she could follow too well on this pass through the day. She honestly didn't remember anything to speak of from the conversation, other than a few fragments like Kasumi being a good cook. And she'd have known that, anyway, after the lunch she just ate. Ranma leaned back and gave another sigh of contentment.

Perhaps she should track Kasumi down and talk about cooking? Not that it was a subject on which she was terribly knowledgeable, other than fixing mildly edible meals out of doors. In fact, she might give the game away, since she didn't know as much as a girl probably ought. Didn't they take home ec in school and stuff? No, probably best to wait until she could come up with better ideas.

Ranma suddenly remembered Kasumi's tongue sliding over her lips, removing the traces of white spunk plastered across them. She shivered. With a smile she thought, Maybe we could talk about boys? She snorted a laugh, and then stuck out her tongue as if wanting to gag. No way did she want to pretend too hard about finding boys cute and crap.

On the other hand ... what if ...

Ranma thought it over a bit, with a growing smile. It might just work at that. Tamping her grin back down, she stood and went in search of the oldest of the girls.

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Finding Kasumi turned out to be quite easy. She was still in the kitchen, just finishing the cleaning up after lunch, and hanging a towel from a peg. "Oh, Ranma-chan," she said with a smile. "It there something I can get for you?"

Ranma pretended to squirm and murmured, "To tell you the truth, I was sorta hoping we could kinda, you know, um, talk."

Kasumi blinked, noting the girl's nervousness. "What about? I'll be happy to answer any questions I can. If I can."

"Well, it's just, earlier — you know — you seemed to, kinda, know a lot about certain things. A lot more than your sisters even. About stuff I don't know about. I really don't know ..." She looked down and clenched her fists. "... almost anything about that sorta stuff." Ranma let her voice catch, and added, "It was just me and pop, all my life. And he said I'd figure it out someday."

The older girl stiffened in shock. Certainly this poor girl couldn't be as ignorant as she was suggesting? Not even a bad father could leave a daughter completely in the dark? "Surely he had to tell you something when you started having your monthlies? It must have been an awful shock if he hadn't even told you about that."

Ranma almost kicked herself. She hadn't thought of that. Still ... she hung her head. "It was. A really bad shock, I mean. I thought I was bleeding to death, or something." She immediately wondered if girls bled heavily enough for that to make sense. Oh well, forge on. "And even then he just told me it would happen once a month. And pushed me into a store and told me to ask a clerk what to buy."

Kasumi was trying very hard not to let her mouth gape open. How could any father, however foolish ... she shook her head. "But, but didn't they teach you about it in school?"

Ranma's mouth twisted, remembering her difficulties with this part of her education, even from a boy's point of view. "I changed schools an awful lot. Do they really have classes like that? I guess I musta missed 'em. And I didn't have any friends to talk to. Not for more than a few weeks at a time. Of course, sometimes I heard the other girls talking about stuff, but they weren't trying to explain it to me. It was pretty confusing." She paused, then piped up with seeming curiosity, "Do babies really come out of a boy's penis? What was that white stuff that came out? And what did Akane mean about it not fitting?"

Kasumi put a hand to the counter behind her for support, feeling faint. This was terrible. Where was this girl's father, anyway? She desperately wanted to give the man a piece of her mind. Several pieces in fact. Nonetheless, that wouldn't solve the matter at hand. This poor young woman could not be left in such a state of total ignorance.

"You were right, Ranma. We do need to talk," she stated firmly, then looked around. "But, er, not here. Why don't we go up to my room? We'll be more comfortable there. And, er, more private."

"Okay," Ranma nodded happily. Apparently she hadn't poured it on too thickly after all. The two girls left the kitchen, climbed the stairs, then entered Kasumi's room.

"Could you please close the door, Ranma-chan?" Kasumi asked politely. "It doesn't really matter if Nabiki or Akane hear us. I'm sure they'll understand. But it might be a little embarrassing if father, uh ..."

"Yeah," Ranma nodded, agreeing rapidly. After all, the hope was for the other girl to be talkative, not too nervous to speak.

"So," Kasumi began, taking a deep breath. "Why don't we start by asking, what do you know?"

Ranma cocked her head to the side, thinking this over. "Well ..." She cupped her breasts. "These are boobs." She put one hand between her legs. "This is a pussy, and it has more holes than a boy has. And boys want to get their hands on both parts." She put a finger to her chin. "Boys have a penis instead, and they don't like it when you kick them there. One of the holes a girl has bleeds for a few days once a month, and like I told you earlier, babies come out of a boy's penis. Oh, and it feels really good when I rub my pussy." That last was something she had discovered for herself since getting cursed.

Kasumi couldn't help shaking her head again, thinking of the monumental task before her. She walked to a shelf and pulled down a medical book. Flipping through it, she stopped and placed the book down on her desk. "Look here, Ranma."

Ranma looked and said, "That girl's naked!"

"Well, yes," Kasumi replied steadily. "This is a medical text, and it has illustrations of the human body." She pointed. "Now this is a woman's breasts, or as you called them, `boobs.' There are other nicknames for them as well, such as bosom, er, and vulgar terms such as tits, knockers or jugs. Boys enjoy thinking up new nasty names to call body parts. The little parts that stick out at the front, which may be pink or brown, are called nipples. They have small holes in them, and after a baby is born, it can suck milk through the nipples."

Ranma stared in awe at her own chest, cupping her tits. "There's milk in them?!" she asked in a tone conveying wonder.

"Not right now," the older girl corrected. "Only after a baby is born." She decided to keep things simple, and not add qualifications to such statements. She pointed lower on the figure.

"Now down here are a woman's genitals, which are used for the act of reproduction itself. That is, making a baby."

"You can make a baby?" Ranma asked in even greater wonder. "Like making a chair or a car?"

Kasumi just stared for a second, then cleared her throat. "Not ... exactly. The baby ... grows. Like, like, ..." She grasped for an analogy. "Like the way a person grows up from a baby to an adult. Or a flower grows from a seed. In fact a lot like that. A baby starts out very, very small, like a seed, and then gets bigger until it's born."

Ranma managed a confused look. "I've never seen a baby growing from a seed." Inside she was smirking.

Kasumi realized her voice was becoming a trifle desperate. "It happens inside a woman's body. But let's talk about that later. For now, let's just go back to the parts of the body."

She pointed again. "This hair in front is called pubic hair, and it grows on both boys and girls. Like we told you, many girls at least trim it, and some shave it more thoroughly, like Nabiki. Some women even shave it off altogether, or remove it by other means."

She turned the page. "Now this is a view between a woman's legs, with the parts labeled. You can read the labels for yourself."

Ranma stared. "I don't think I look like that," she said hesitantly.

"Probably not exactly," Kasumi agreed. "This is a drawing, not a photograph. And all women are a little bit different anyway."

Ranma protested. "But I've looked at myself down there. In pools of water." This was in fact true. "I'm telling you it don't look like that. How'm I supposed to learn if it don't look right?"

Kasumi spread her hands, pointing out, "But I don't have any books with photographs of, uh, a woman's genitals. This is all I can show you."

The redhead appeared to think about that. "But ... we got two girls in the room, don't we? Can't we look at, you know, ourselves?"

Kasumi put a hand over her eyes, hiding the innocent, pleading look the other girl was giving her. "Ranma-chan, think it through. You can't bend enough to see yourself properly down there. And it wouldn't be easy for me to point out those parts on myself while explaining about them." She permitted herself an internal sigh of triumphant relief.

Which Ranma promptly shattered. "Then how about we invite Nabiki or Akane in, and you point to it on one of them? You said it didn't matter if they joined us."

Kasumi was beginning to lose her legendary poise. "I said it didn't matter if they heard us. I wasn't proposing to make this a group discussion. Ranma-chan ..."

"But how am I supposed to learn ..." the younger girl whined forlornly.

How did I get myself into this? Kasumi inquired of herself plaintively. "I ... I suppose I can try to show you on myself after all," she suggested hesitantly.

Ranma smiled, looking cheerful again. And kept looking. Expectantly. Patiently.

Kasumi sighed, then reached behind herself and unzipped the dress. She slipped her panties off of her legs, then stood for a moment in thought, wearing only her bra. Might as well remove it all, she thought, then unhooked the bra and let it drop as well. Lying down on the bed with her hips at the edge, she spread her legs widely. Quietly she said, "Okay, come over here closer and look."

Ranma knelt close to the bed, putting her face mere centimeters from the target of instruction. The older girl's musk tickled her nose, waking cravings that went well beyond the simple games she'd been playing so far. Heel boy! she told herself firmly. Don't screw this up!

Kasumi pointed to the various parts, naming them. She was forced to spread herself open a bit to do so, and hoped the red-haired girl wouldn't comment on the amount of moisture present. Saving it for last, she placed her right index finger at her opening, saying, "And this is the vagina. When, er, a man and woman love each other very much, I mean, when they're married, a man puts his penis in there until that white stuff comes out of the penis."

Ranma made his voice sound incredulous. "In there?!"

"Yes," Kasumi told her firmly. "It's called sexual intercourse, or just intercourse. Or for that matter, just sex. Or making love. There are also many vulgar nicknames for it."

"Like ...?" Ranma inquired.

Kasumi sighed. "Like fucking, or screwing, or humping, or shagging, or, or, going all the way, or doing the nasty, or, or hiding the sausage, or ... well, far more than I'm sure I know."

Ranma took a closer look, thoroughly enjoying herself. "I think Akane was right. No way my penis would fit in there."

Kasumi's face turned red. "Well, I'm certainly not going to prove it will fit! You'll just have to take my word for it!"

Ranma cocked her head to the side. "But why do they do it? It must be pretty awkward."

The older girl bit her lip. "You see, that white stuff that comes out of the penis — which is called semen by the way — contains tiny cells called sperm. And a woman's body produces tiny cells called ova. And if a sperm and an ovum join together, then the cells start multiplying, and eventually grow into a baby inside the woman."

Ranma's face transformed with an expression of enlightenment. "Oh! So that's how you make a baby!" She nodded. "So it's something mommies and daddies only do two or three, or five or six or so times."

Kasumi's head fell back onto the bed, and she closed her eyes in pain. She was certain that she had a headache coming on. "No, Ranma-chan," she groaned. "They do it a lot more often that that. Several times a week, usually, at least when they're first married."

Now the redhead looked shocked. "But nobody has that many babies!"

Kasumi let out a soft whimper. "They do it that often because it's pleasurable. Very pleasurable. Didn't you say it felt good when you rub yourself there? Well, sexual intercourse feels at least that good. For both the man and the woman."

Ranma appeared to think about that. Then she stood. "Be right back," she said. "I gotta try something." She dashed out of the room.

Kasumi sat up reaching for her panties. "Now what got into her all of a sudden?" As she was pulling the fabric up her legs she paused and looked toward the door, eyes widening. "She wouldn't be ..."

The door swung open and a male Ranma strode back in, face looking rapturous. He was only wearing a yukata, holding it closed in front. He closed the door and let the light robe drop. Kasumi found herself staring at his magnificent specimen of manhood once more, hard as a steel rod and bobbing in front of her face.

Ranma wrapped his hand around his prick and started rubbing back and forth vigorously. "I tried this down in the bathing room and ... wow! You were right, Kasumi-san. This feels great!"