The Japanese Nanniichuan, part 1

Tempers were running high on both sides of the argument. On the one side were the girls of Furinkan High class 1-F, led by Akane Tendo, angry at the invasion of their locker room by Ranma Saotome. Even worse, he had done so while they were in states of partial undress, and despite the traps they had set to keep out such a pervert after they had become suspicious. That the evil old gnome Happosai had put in a temporary appearance was merely the icing on the cake.

On the other side of the argument was Ranma Saotome, gender changer extraordinaire. From his point of view, all he was attempting to do was to find a cure for the curse which caused him to change into a female, and these girls were merely in his way. The map obtained by his rival Ryoga indicated that this cure, known as the Japanese Nanniichuan, was right under their feet here in the locker room.

In the middle was Ryoga Hibiki, bearer of a similar curse which caused him to change into a pig, a fact known only to Ranma among those here in this room. On the one hand he wanted the cure just as badly, and had been equally instrumental in penetrating the girls locker room. On the other hand, his short attention span had caused him to fight with Ranma on the excuse of “protecting” the girls.

So there Ranma was facing Akane inside the locker room, Ryoga lying on the floor between them, and all the other girls watching through the doorway to see what would happen next.

“Listen to me!” Ranma shouted. “The only reason I'm in here is to find the Nanniichuan!”

“What?!” Akane cried, shocked. “Are you trying to tell me there's a spring of drowned man here, under the girls locker room?!” She gave him a weird look. “Are you sure?”

The other girls all looked around at one another. The expressions on their faces stated as clearly as words, Bullshit. He's just trying to peep on us.

Ranma leaned closer, his face filling Akane's view. “Look me in the eyes. Do I look like I'm lying? Have I ever lied to you?”

This was perhaps not the brightest thing to say, seeing as how in the past hour he had twice used his cursed form to try to sneak into the locker room as a girl.

Akane pushed her own face nose to nose with his. “Yes!” she yelled, answering both questions at once. “And if you have to lie, at least have the decency to come up with a better one!” With that she kicked him, knocking him across the room.

Ranma spun back, unhurt, prepared to continue the argument. However, at that moment Ryoga leaped up, ready to resume the fight, and punched Ranma in the face. “You bastard, Ranma! Why are you doing this?” He swung again.

This time Ranma blocked, and connected with his own punch. “The Nanniichuan idiot! Remember? That's why we're here!”

They exchanged more blows and kicks, most of them blocked and neither one gaining an advantage. Ranma continued with his complaint. “Damn it! You're the one that brought the map in the first place. We tracked it here together! But now you want to pretend to be oh so virtuous!”

“Ryoga?” Akane called out, the tone of her voice making the two combatants pause. “Is it true? There is a Nanniichuan here? And you brought the map? To help Ranma?”

Ryoga could only thank his lucky stars that Akane believed the latter, and hadn't realized that he brought the map to help himself.

A couple of girls walked up to Akane and whispered in her ear. Her expression grew angry again as she turned to face both boys.

“That's no excuse for breaking in to the locker room while we were in here changing!” she pointed out loudly. “You could have come back after school! You could have just told us and asked!”

Ryoga gulped, finding himself on the receiving end of Akane's furious glare. Even if that glare was shared with Ranma, Ryoga was more accustomed to Ranma being the sole recipient. He began trying to stammer an apology.

Ranma leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Good thing she's kind of thick, isn't it P-chan?”

Ryoga spun and punched, infuriated at Ranma's use of the pet name for his cursed pig form. Unfortunately for him, Ranma dodged and he missed. Then Ranma grabbed his arm, and yelled, “You're hitting the wrong spot!” With a spin he yanked downward, punching Ryoga's fist into the spot on the floor he had determined as the target location from the map. The floor shattered under the force of the blow.

Akane had had enough. “Both of you ... get ... out!”

She kicked and sent the two boys flying. They smashed through the window and landed in the swimming pool. Curses activated by the cold water, they climbed out as a girl and a pig. Ryoga squealed in anger but had gotten turned around, bringing his poor sense of direction into play. He took off running, and in moments had passed out the front gate of the school. Ranma stared contemplatively toward the shattered window of the locker room, off in the distance.

The other girls gathered around Akane, staring down at the hole in the floor of their locker room. “Damn those two!” Akane remarked. “Look at the mess they made,” Sayuri complained.

As they looked down, they felt a vibration begin in their feet. A moment later a rumbling sound was heard. Before anyone could question what was going on, a geyser of water erupted from the hole, striking the ceiling and splashing across the entire room. Within moments the room had been filled to a depth of a couple of meters, with all of the girls desperately swimming upward to try to find air to breathe. Except for Akane, who couldn't swim, and whose feet remained stubbornly planted on the floor.

Just as quickly as the water had come, it drained back into the hole, leaving the room wet but not severely damaged. The hole itself had grown slightly, so that it was now a little over a meter in diameter. The water settled down to fill the hole, the surface a few centimeters lower than the floor.

The classmates stared at one another. Their chests were noticeably flatter than they had been moments before.

Noticing an odd sensation, a few of them pulled out the front of their gym shorts and underpants. They shrieked at what they beheld within. Additional shrieks echoes around the room as the others caught on and confirmed that they were all now boys!

At that moment, Ranma poked her head in the door, looking to see if everything was all right. She'd heard a noise and seen a spray of water emerge from the high window, unsure what it meant. She was relieved to see her classmates standing around, seemingly safe and sound.

“Ranma!” Akane's voice was quiet, but made of pure steel. It also sounded deeper than usual.

Ranma swallowed hard. She wasn't sure she had ever seen Akane as angry as she appeared to be right now. Not even when Shampoo had returned, claiming Ranma as her husband. She raised her hands underneath her chin and tried to make puppy eyes, the picture of someone who deserved forgiveness. Part of her awareness noted that something seemed a little odd about the girls, but she didn't give it much thought.

“Let's go have a talk in the gym, Ranma,” Akane suggested, her tone indicating it was anything but a suggestion. His primary thought at the moment was that there was no way in hell Ranma was going to be given the reward of the Nanniichuan immediately after cursing Akane himself and all of the other one-time-girls in the class.

As they herded Ranma in front of them, the classmates whispered among themselves. Selected representatives then whispered in Akane's ear. Akane appeared to think about it, but then gave a sharp nod. He was enraged beyond belief, as it appeared were all of the others, and all of them felt Ranma needed to be punished. Severely.

A couple of them ran back to the locker room. They came back with a massage table. They set it down beside Ranma who looked at it uncomprehendingly, then looked around at the half class — the allegedly female half — in the otherwise empty gym.

“So what's up?” she asked nervously.

“We want to ... talk,” Sayuri answered. He patted the table. “Hop up here.”

Ranma had no idea what was going on, but figured she'd better cooperate. She just couldn't handle angry girls, and usually took the approach of either doing what they wanted or running away if they turned violent. There was no sign of violence yet, so she jumped up and sat on the table.

“Lie down,” another classmate said through gritted teeth. “On your back.”

Still being cooperative, Ranma did so. A moment later her hands and feet were grabbed, ropes were produced, and she found herself bound to the table. Her arms were stretched up and behind her head somewhere, wrists tied down very securely and with no leverage to break the bindings. Both her ankles and knees had been tied along the sides of the table, forcing her legs to be widely spread. Ranma felt her nervousness increase considerably. Running was no longer an option if things turned violent. Nor would she wish to hurt any of these girls, of whom Akane was the only martial artist. And that was assuming she could even find a way to break free, which might be possible but wouldn't be very easy.

“We're very angry with you, Ranma,” a voice from the crowd said coldly.

“Furious,” confirmed a second, frost seeming to form in the air when he spoke.

“Utterly enraged,” agreed a third. His eyes glinted, kind of like laser beams, Ranma imagined.

“Of course, Ryoga's to blame too,” Akane pointed out, his lip curling in a snarl with how upset he was. “Just nowhere near as much as you are. Still, he will pay, if and when he dares to return. Believe me, we'll think of something. But right now, it's time for you to be taught a lesson. To realize there are consequences for stupidity.”

“Um,” Ranma looked around, speaking hesitantly. “What exactly are you blaming me for?”

Akane couldn't quite believe himself that he did so, but he pulled all of his clothes off, right there in the gym. He stood in front of Ranma, completely naked.

Ranma's eyes bugged out. Instead of the cute girl she expected, whose nude body she had glimpsed before, there stood a boy. A boy with Akane's face, though she could now see it was more rugged and masculine. A boy totally lacking in the small but luscious breasts she had seen before. A boy with a massive erection standing horizontally out from his body, twenty-five centimeters or more in length and proportionally thick, with a pair of heavy balls hanging below. A drop of precum oozed from the tip.

“H-How?” Ranma asked, eyes widening even further as the other “girls” also stripped, revealing their own equally large cocks.

“Are you really that stupid, Ranma?” Akane asked scornfully.

It was really shock more than stupidity, and Ranma groaned at the obvious conclusion. She and Ryoga had broken through to the Nanniichuan, and all the girls had been drenched with its waters. Worse, she herself wasn't there when the waters came out, and so was not yet cured. She hoped that the spring was still there, her cure just a short distance away.

“I ... I'm really sorry,” she apologized. “Could you, um, let me go now? So I can go get cured?”

The new boys gathered around her all stared in disbelief. “Just like that?” Yuka asked disbelievingly. “Sorry. Too bad. Now can I be cured while all of you stay cursed?”

“Um ... yes?” Ranma suggested hopefully. She winced as all of the eyes staring at her suddenly became much harder.

(to be continued in part 2)