Greenery Day, Day 27

In the end Ranma decided that losing his virginity had been so fantastic that he wanted to do it again right away. So for the next four days he took no chances, and played the scene with Nabiki following precisely the same script. Except at the end, when he made sure he was kissing her as she came in order to avoid interruptions by her sisters.

Afterward, he would pass the rest of the day trying to make plans for how to go further with Kasumi, or how to get into Akane's pants at all. Except he was coming up a bit dry on anything he thought might be workable. So he figured he'd just try experimenting and see what happened.

Thus on the fifth day after losing his virginity, he tried to do a variation on the shaving scenario with Akane. This got him nowhere. The girl merely redirected him (or her as she was at the time) to her sister Nabiki, and somehow he wasn't able to get things back on track to fuck the middle sister that day.

He wondered if Akane might open up a bit more if they were alone in the furo without her sisters present, so he tried reworking the whole “I'm really a girl, cursed to turn into a boy” set up in a way to get Akane to bathe alone with “her.” This failed the first day, got him alone in the bathing room with her the second day, which was nice enough for getting another look at the girl, but didn't make any progress toward the naughty stuff.

Then he thought he'd try a variation on his explanation of the curse.

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“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.”

“I'm telling you,” Ranma said, “if someone pours cold water on me I'll turn into a boy. In fact, I'll prove it.” She set her pack down on the floor and pulled out a canteen. Twisting the lid off, she poured the contents over her head, instantly becoming male. Of course, everyone in the room would assume that he had cold water in the canteen. They wouldn't be able to see that it was really hot water, since he'd been careful not to have it so hot that it would let off steam. He covered his eyes and let his voice break a little. “You see?”

As usual, the three sisters were shocked but sympathetic. With a little persuasion he got Akane to show him the way to the bathing room, explaining that the way to temporarily reverse the curse was to “wash the boy away with soap.” No reason to let her know that it was the cold water rinse at the end which would really turn him back into a girl.

When Akane turned back toward the door as he loosened his shirt, Ranma asked in a quavery voice, “You gonna leave me alone in here?”

Akane looked around the room, but there was no one to tell her how to respond. She said, “Yeah. Uh ... I thought you'd like some time to yourself.”

“Not really,” Ranma replied quietly. “In fact, that's about the furthest thing from what I want right now.” He slipped the shirt off of his shoulders.

“Oh.” Akane bit her cheek. “Um, you sure? It's just, I'm a bit uncomfortable at the idea of being here while you bathe. While you, you know, look like that.”

“'Cause I'm a freak, right?”

“What? No! I've just ... I've never seen, you know, a boy. Undressed. It doesn't seem right. To stay, I mean.”

“But I'm really a girl,” Ranma said shyly. “And it's just anatomy. Still ... I understand, I guess. It's still kinda scary at your age, huh? You're what ... just started middle school this year?”

Akane frowned. “I'm in high school. First year. And I'm not scared. Just ... oh ... fudge. Go ahead. I'll stay.”

Ranma was already taking off his pants. He watched amused as the girl kept her eyes mostly averted, darting barely visible glances in his direction. Her cheeks took on a telltale rosy tinge, however.

She hesitated at the door, but eventually followed him into the bathing room. Still, she hung back a good bit as he sat on a stool and began soaping himself up.

He washed very carefully, bringing only the most minuscule amount of water in contact with his body. He wanted to save the change for when he poured the cold water over himself at the end. His plan was to have the Tendos believe that the simple application of cold water without soap would turn his girl form into a boy. That way, if she claimed later to be cured, they could test it by dunking her in as much cold water as they wanted, and she'd be sure to stay a girl. The trick was to convince Akane to apply the “cure.”

“So how does it feel when you change?” asked Akane. “Does it hurt?”

“Naw,” Ranma told her. “It don't hurt. But I don't think I'm ever gonna get comfortable with having those dangly bits between my legs. Maybe someday though ...” He trailed off.

“Someday what?”

He shrugged, but paused in the washing and looked down. “Forget I said that. It wouldn't be a good idea to tell you.”

“Oh come on,” the teenage girl pressed. “Tell me what? Something about your curse?”

“About how to cure it. For good.” He gave a sniffle. “Never mind. Shouldn't have brought it up.” He resumed scrubbing vigorously.

“If there's a cure, why haven't you used it?” Akane's voice sounded a touch exasperated. “You don't want to keep changing into a boy, do you?”

Ranma's only answer was a stiff, “Don't wanna talk about it.”

Akane stared at the temporary boy in consternation. Why would any girl want to put up with a curse that changed her into a boy every time she came into contact with cold water? If she had such a curse, and knew of a cure, she'd use it like a shot! She said as much to the boy sitting on the stool.

“Hah!” Ranma's exclamation was almost contemptuous. “Ain't ... no ... way! I might be able to talk myself into it, but I can't picture you going through with the cure.”

“So there is a cure! And I would so. Anything would have to be better than this curse. Even if the cure hurts. Or tastes real bad. Or, or, you have to take a long trip somewhere overseas. What could be worse?”

“Look, let's just drop it. You don't know what you're talking about.”

Akane planted her hands on her hips and her expression grew stern. “Now listen to me. Whatever this cure is, you need to screw up your courage and do it. It's stupid to keep living like this when you don't have to. You're like a little kid who's scared to take the medicine because it tastes bad.”

Inwardly Ranma was gloating, but he turned to face Akane, letting his eyes flash in anger. And also letting her get a good look at the iron rod standing straight up between his legs.

“I ain't scared of anything,” he told her hotly. “It's just ... really weird for me to think about. To imagine doing it. And I need to talk someone into helping. And the thought of trying to do that freaks me out even more.”

“What's so hard about that?” Akane inquired. “I'll help. So there, you've got someone to help.” Then she paused, belatedly wondering what she was agreeing to. “Um, what do I have to do to help?”

Ranma laughed bitterly. “Believe me. You don't wanna know.”

Akane crossed her arms over her chest, now feeling distinctly uneasy about what she had just offered. A feeling exacerbated by the difficulty she was having avoiding eye contact with the massive ... male ... cock ... standing so forcefully before her. Nonetheless, she responded brashly, “Hmmph! Yes, I do. Now tell me. And somehow I'll help you. We will cure you.”

Ranma shook his head. “Akane, you ... okay, you asked for it.” He lifted his head and looked her straight in the eyes. “An old woman who lives at the place where I got cursed told me there's only one way for a girl with this curse to be cured. And that is ...” He paused dramatically. “To have sex.” Another short pause, while Akane's eyes flew wide. “As a boy.” Another pause, watching Akane's jaw drop. “With a girl.”

He watched as her head started to move back and forth sideways, denial of what she was hearing clear in her expression. Then Ranma added, “So ... you gonna take back what you said about helping? Because the only way for you to help ... well, I guess that's pretty obvious.”

Ranma held his breath. Had he made his pitch successfully? He'd gotten her to force him to tell her what needed to be done. He'd maneuvered her into offering to “help.” In order to go through with helping him, she'd have to screw him. Or, maybe, talk one of her sisters into doing so, but he'd doubted she'd try that — or even think of it. And if she did, then afterward he could splash himself with cold water to turn into a girl, and claim to be cured. They could splash him with cold water all day long to test it, and he'd definitely stay a girl every time. Now she just needed to say ...

“Yaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”

He blinked. A blur seemed to hang in the air for a moment, then he heard the outer door to the changing room slam shut.

“Well ... shit,” he said thoughtfully.

Ranma rinsed the soap off, changing back into a girl. She dried off slowly, got dressed, and finally headed back toward the family room to learn how bad the damage was. At least tomorrow was another today.

Akane was speaking rapid fire with her sisters, arms waving madly. She started at the sound of his approach, then pulled the disappearing act again. He was left alone with the other two girls, their father apparently being elsewhere at the moment.

Kasumi's expression was ... inscrutable. He honestly couldn't guess what she thought. At least she wasn't yelling, or quietly demanding that he leave. But there was no hint of softness in her features either.

Nabiki was unfortunately easier to read. Nor was it really necessary, as she wasn't shy about telling him what she thought.

“Sex? Really?” Her eyebrows climbed far up into her hairline. “How ... convenient. Sort of like how convenient it was that you maneuvered one of us into being alone with you when the story came out. Did you think we wouldn't guess that you were really into girls? And that your so-called cure was just an excuse? And what were you going to say when it turned out you weren't really cured?” She shook her head in disgust. “Take off, Saotome-san. You can indulge your perversions elsewhere.”

With that, she turned and left the room as well.

Kasumi just stood there looking at him for a time, until it took all of his effort not to squirm. However, when she finally spoke, her voice was a trifle hesitant.

“Unlike my sister, I'm not entirely convinced that you made it all up. Your curse obviously exists. As a possible magical cure, it sounds no more strange than a kiss to wake someone from an enchanted sleep. And it would have been very obvious afterward if it was a lie. But still.” She frowned now. “You behaved very foolishly. Springing this on Akane, especially alone, like that. What did you think was going to happen?”

She shook her head in a way that made Ranma feel two centimeters tall. “Ranma-chan, if that really is the cure, then I suggest you not mention it again. Instead, my advice is to start saving up your money. Then find a woman who will indulge your ... cure ... in exchange for cash. This is Tokyo — it won't be that difficult. For now, I suggest you do as Nabiki said. Please leave. But talk to Father first. I imagine he can suggest a dojo nearby which would be willing to take you in for a time, assuming you can behave more intelligently.”

She then commenced simply staring at him, until he turned tail and slunk off.

Okay, that didn't work. Any way to rearrange what I did to get Akane to react the way I want? After a moment's more thought she shook her head. Not likely, and she could waste days trying and failing. She considered briefly making the attempt with one of the other two sisters, but their own reactions disheartened her. Best to come up with some other scheme entirely. So, what else could she try ...?