Master and Student Pills, Part 2

“If we're going to get dressed,” Akane said, her teeth gritted, “then you're going first. And you're staying a girl until after.”

Ranma shrugged. Neither demand mattered much to her.

They headed into the guest room, where Ranma managed to remove her boxer shorts without too much difficulty, and the T-shirt with only a little more trouble, sliding it up between their bodies. Akane bit her tongue and managed to keep quiet about the latter, as the fabric dragged across her nipples with only a thin pajama top for protection. She considered briefly demanding that they both turn around, so that Ranma's front was to her back, but realized that it would be much more difficult for Ranma to dress in that position. So she set herself to endure.

It would have been easier if her nipples weren't standing out like hard nubs. After slipping on a fresh pair of boxers, first a new T-shirt was pulled down between their bodies, then a Chinese shirt. Both of them dragged across her sensitive nipples, both irritating and tingling at the same time. Finally Ranma pulled on a pair of pants and pushed her feet into house slippers. “Okay, your turn,” she announced.

Back in her own room, the two teenagers first squirmed around to change positions, so that Ranma's female form was now pressing her ample bosom into Akane's back. After standing still for several minutes to work up her courage, Akane unbuttoned her pajama top, then awkwardly pulled it up in back and over her head. With a little chagrin the dark-haired girl reflected that by insisting on the order in which they changed clothes, Ranma was spared the greater part of the difficulty she herself had just gone through, since the other girl was wearing both a T-shirt and the thicker fabric of her Chinese shirt.

Akane then pulled off her pajama buttons and, after a moment's hesitation, her panties as well. Luckily she was unaware of the widening of Ranma's eyes as the redhead got a good luck over her shoulder during these operations, mesmerized by the slight jiggle of the firm, naked breasts before her eyes.

Feeling guilty, but not letting that deter her, Ranma tried to lean forward surreptitiously to get a look further down. This got her a better look at Akane's tits, but at the same time that particular sight mostly blocked the view below. A couple of brief glimpses of small bits of black hair was all she managed. With a smothered sigh Ranma drew back, noting that she could see quite a bit from the sides of Akane's bare ass.

Akane unwittingly gave Ranma more time for this viewing pleasure as she once again hesitated, reluctant to open the dresser drawer in order to select panties and a bra for the day. It occurred to her that when doing so, Ranma would be able to easily see everything over her shoulder, and with that thought she instinctively raised an arm to press against her boobs. “Close your eyes,” she finally thought to order her fiancé, turning her head to the side to check that this was done. Not that this worked very well, for the position was much too awkward to easily keep even the nearer eye in view, let alone both, and in any case she couldn't keep her head turned this way and dress at the same time.

With a grimace of surrender, Akane turned back forward and opened the drawer, selecting a pair of undergarments as quickly as possible. But not so quickly as to accidentally select anything too lacy and alluring, given that she was certain his eyes would not stay closed and he would thus see what she had chosen before she could cover them with other clothing. The panties were easily pulled on.

The bra proved much more of a challenge. She would normally pull the cups behind her back at the level of her lower ribs, clasp the hooks in front of herself, then rotate the whole around her body before sliding the straps over her arms and pulling it all up into place. This proved untenable, as the degree of contact between Ranma and her lower back - where they had the most trouble separating - made it difficult to pull the amount and shape of the fabric in the bra's cups through that area. Akane briefly considered going without a bra, which she quickly decided against, and considered rather longer using a sports bra instead, but was just too stubborn in the end to give in. Finally, with maximum embarrassment, she put her arms through the straps, then asked Ranma to lean back as much as she could and do the hooks for her at her upper back. After much fumbling on Ranma's part this was achieved, and Akane pulled the bra down the rest of the way and tucked it into place.

This brought her to her next check. She reached for her school uniform and froze, arm still extended. After several seconds she proclaimed, “There is no way that we're going to school today.” With that she turned her mind to deciding between a skirt, shorts or slacks, finally deciding on a skirt as potentially less embarrassing if and when her own turn came to use the toilet. After that there was little more difficulty in putting on a skirt, blouse, socks and slippers.

At long, long last they were able to go down to breakfast. Where they discovered that so far Genma had not bothered to inform anyone of their little problem. Instead they had to explain matters themselves, much to Soun's distress, Kasumi's shock, and Nabiki's amusement.

When they tried to sit down to eat they ran into a different problem, having difficulty finding a position in which they were comfortable and could both eat. Face to face certainly wasn't reasonable, and the two girls were too close in height for the one behind to eat comfortably when sitting with the other in front. They were about to try eating standing up, when Kasumi splashed Ranma with some hot water. They then found it worked reasonably well for Ranma to kneel in front of the table with his legs apart, while Akane knelt in front of him with her legs between his, and her back to his front. She just hoped that his hardness problem from earlier would not return.

While they were eating, Kasumi finally took note of what her little sister was wearing. “Oh Akane, where's your uniform? You can't go to school dressed like that.”

Akane looked up. “So why don't you complain when Ranma wears civvies to school at least once a week? In any case, we decided we aren't going to school today. Not until this problem is fixed.”

Kasumi allowed a small frown on her features. “Ranma is Ranma, and in any case it is Uncle Saotome's duty to see that he is dressed properly. It is unacceptable for my sisters to attend school dressed inappropriately. And as for skipping school, you don't know how long it will take to correct this problem. It could be weeks. Or longer. You can't stay home from school for all that time. So there's no point in skipping today.”

“But Kasumi ...” Akane tried.

“No,” the older sister said firmly. “Please change after breakfast. And don't be late to school.”

Akane looked down. “Yes, Kasumi,” she mumbled.

So back up to her bedroom they trudged after they finished eating. Akane had pulled off her blouse and skirt before remembering that she hadn't asked Ranma to change back into a girl. She was reminded as she felt a seemingly massive erection pressed against her rear end, and realized that a boy was pressed firmly against her back while she was standing there dressed only in underwear. She barely managed not to scream, which would solve nothing and only bring the rest of the family running to investigate.

Akane stood frozen for a moment arguing with herself, but finally decided not to go in search of cold water. Primarily because she didn't want to wander around the house wearing only her underwear, and if she was going to put something on first then it might as well be her uniform. So instead she walked over to where the uniform was hanging, dragging the boy behind her, trying to ignore how much of a look he was probably getting at her bra and panties.

It wasn't too difficult putting on the white blouse, and pulling the half slip up and over her hips. Then came the jumper, which proved to be quite a struggle. Instead of doing her best to ignore Ranma, she ended up having to ask for his cooperation, getting him to lean this way and that at appropriate times while she worked it into place, but finally it was done. Although all the wriggling only served to stiffen him even further. In contrast, the vest proved to be little trouble.

They collected both of their bookbags, slipped on their shoes in the genkan, and headed out the door.

Then Akane stopped them inside the gate. They were still walking with Ranma's front pressed against her back, and it occurred to Akane that this could not help but look perverted to people who saw them. After some thought she decided it would be best for her to get behind his back and have him hold up her legs, so that it would look like he was carrying her piggyback. Not particularly dignified, but much better than the other options. She explained her reasoning, they struggled into the new position, and then took off running as time was now becoming a pressing issue. Luckily Ranma's protruberance had softened somewhat after Akane finished dressing.

On arriving, Ranma quickly ran past the staring students in the schoolyard. Nabiki, already prepared, quickly started accepting payment in return for explanation of what they had seen. Upon reaching their homeroom it was the couple who once more had to explain their situation, much to the amusement of all and not a little envy toward Ranma on the part of the boys. Still, everyone was quite accustomed by now to the weirdness surrounding these two.

Once again, under the staring eyes of all of their classmates, the pair squirmed around until Akane was in front of Ranma. This allowed Ranma to sit in the chair in front of his desk, with Akane sitting on his lap. This took longer than usual since Akane stopped to readjust her skirt frequently, as it kept getting caught between them and pulled up her legs as they shifted to this position.

Then the homeroom teacher came in, and they had to tell the story all over again to explain why Akane was sitting in Ranma's lap. Unsurprisingly, the teacher merely sighed and nodded, getting on with the day.

Halfway through third period, with another period to go before lunch, Akane squirmed a little. Then a little more a few minutes later. Then even more. Despite his attempts to think about other things, Ranma's dick insisted on rising to attention under this stimulation. Which was even more of a problem in this position than it was while standing, since the hard ridge was pressed firmly along the length of Akane's pussy. Although surprised by her silence on the matter, Ranma was finally forced to lean forward and whisper, “Could you please keep still? I can't make ... that ... go away with you wriggling around.”

Akane turned her head and hissed back in her own whisper, “I can't help it. I was trying to hold off until lunch, but ... I can't.”

“Hold off what?”

She turned her head far enough to give him a look.

“Oh.” He refrained from smacking his head. He thought about saying something more about her moving making it not his fault that he couldn't get rid of his boner, but decided he'd only be repeating himself. He also thought about suggesting that they take care of the problem between periods in about ten minutes, but again kept quiet after deciding that this was quite obvious. So he just sat back and tried to focus his mind while waiting it out, only to nod off instead.

Akane jumped up as soon as the bell rang, yanking Ranma out of his brief nap. Heading out into the hall, Akane gave him a quick splash from a water fountain, then the two teens slipped together into the nearest girls restroom. What followed was something of a replay of that morning with the roles reversed, Ranma sitting straddling Akane's lap while looking up at the ceiling and trying to ignore what was happening underneath her.

When they stepped out of the stall they still had their fronts pressed together. And they found themselves being stared at by three other girls, who were standing at the sinks, and who clearly recognized Ranma. Who also just as clearly had not yet heard the tale of how the pair were stuck to one another. Eyebrows lifted up to hairlines, and lips rapidly twisted into smirks.

“It ... It's not what you think,” attempted Akane.

“Of course it's not,” said one, smirking even more broadly. “We're so sorry we ... interrupted you.” They turned as one and rapidly left the room, no doubt seeking out others to whom they could pass on some juicy gossip.

Akane tried to bang her head on something in frustration. Unfortunately, this proved to be Ranma's forehead.

(hopefully to be continued)