Am I Pretty Again Ranma�s Declaration of Womanhood

A/N Not sure why this story isn’t getting more attention/reviews. I believe people prefer Ranma to be studly and not for a girly girl to have taken over his body. This story idea came to me after remembering about this episode at 3am, like they usually do and I thought it might be fun to explore her more fully and give her a love interest. Thanks people who are reviewing.

Re: rushing, I didn’t think I was. I anticipate about three more chapters at least, more then that would get dull I suspect (I get bored writing a story that has more then 8 chapters unless really inspired)

Sid

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Ranko stood awkwardly before Cologne; she was flanked by Mousse. She blushed at what she was asking the elderly wise woman to do.

“I see, you wish me to examine you. May I ask why this is so important to you?” she asked the blushing girl. Ranko, although the same age as both her great-granddaughter and Mousse, seemed younger to Cologne. But then she reasoned that she wasn’t raised in a hut where all that separated the children from their parent’s love making, was normally a screen or sheet. Amazon children learned about sex early and were married much sooner then Japanese children as result. Cologne herself had married at the age of fourteen after being defeated by the handsomest man in tribe; she’d been lucky that it was a love match and had had a wonderful marriage and lots of children with him. He had known his place, unlike Mousse.

“I don’t know if I am or not, and I can’t stand not knowing” she said, twisting a hello kitty hanky between her hands nervously. This matched her hello kitty purse.

“Very well, would you like Mousse to be present?” she asked bluntly.

Ranko practically went purple at that suggestion and Mousse choked on his tea “w-why would you even suggest that?” she asked as she pounded him on the back.

“Normally the bridegroom’s present during the examination. As Mousse is your chosen guardian, you have the right to request him to stand in place” Cologne explained, she was struggling not to laugh. She genuinely liked the girl even if she wasn’t what Cologne was used to. “Just messing with you” she said at Ranko’s expression. “You need to come with me” she said.

She led the nervous girl into her own bedroom and had her remove her underwear and spread her legs. Ranko blushed when Cologne bent back her knees to tilt her pelvis and spread her vaginal lips. Cologne very clearly saw the crescent shaped moon membrane as she thought she would. It hadn’t been broken in the slightest and was the most complete one that she’d ever encountered due to the fact that the female body was practically brand new. Cologne could have bet high stakes that Ranma was a virgin either both forms. Her sexy, beautiful great-granddaughter had tried to seduce him without any success. Heck she wouldn’t be surprised if Ranma was gay! At least Mousse showed passion.

She took a quick look and allowed the girl to set herself to rights. “You’re a virgin” she proclaimed.

She could have sworn that there was relief in Ranko’s bright eyes. “Thanks so much, I just didn’t like the idea that someone might have used my body sexually with my knowing it” she explained.

“Are you planning to become sexually active?” Cologne asked and wasn’t surprised when she blushed again.

“On my wedding night” she replied.

Cologne looked at her in pity “Ranko, I don’t think that you’ll ever have one, you aren’t the normal personality that inhabits this body. Once Ranma regains his memories and body, you’ll never be seen again. I know that you desire Mousse and can have him, but it has to be soon” she explained.

“I-I’m not the one he wants” Ranko said with a wobbling jaw.

Cologne raised her head to look into her jewel bright eyes “are you so sure? You’re a desirable woman and he’s a desirable man. Would you deny yourself the physical love of the one you want for silly mores?” she asked her. “An Amazon woman never gives up on what she wants and will go through any lengths to achieve it” she coached.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t even to know how to tell him” she said flustered.

“Seduce him, show him that you want to make love with him” Cologne said.

“I know so little about sex” she admitted, outside of her explorations on the internet and secretly touching herself, she was pretty clueless.

Cologne smiled and retrieved a particularly steamy romance novel whose graphic depiction of sex scenes had got her through many a night when she needed to clean out her own pipes. Happily it was written in Japanese. “Lord of Scoundrels, read this and it will teach you anything that you wish to know” she explained. Ranko looked with disbelief at the half naked people on the cover with lustful expressions on their faces. She’d seen these books beside Kasumi’s bed and had been curious about them, but too polite to ask.

She tucked it into her purse and thanked the elderly woman who had become like family to her. Her own was still intolerant of her. Mousse didn’t bother asking the results of the test, she would tell him when she was ready, but did wonder why she kept blushing when she looked at him.

On the pretense that she was doing homework after dinner, Ranko locked her bedroom door and pulled out the bodice ripper. She read the amorous adventures of the wicked, lusty, but emotionally damaged Lord Sebastian Du Vane with his flashing blue eyes and dark good looks and his pursuit of the tawny haired, proud and haughty Lady Celia Musgrave. Ranko blushed and her clit throbbed at the sex scenes. She imagined Mousse doing these things to her amidst a pile of petticoats, feeling his tongue stabbing into her mouth and ravishing her there. Slipping her dress down to lay bare her breasts and suckling at them with abandonment. Lashing his tongue unmercifully between her legs to drive her to a fevered pitch, then conquering her maidenhead with a single thrust.

Ranko’s breath became ragged as she imagined Mousse licking her pussy; it was just like in her other fantasy, but now she knew that she wanted for him to do more then watch her masturbate. She could feel herself getting wet and longed to plunge her fingers inside herself, to make herself peak like Celia did after she cruelly told Sebastian that she never wanted to see him again, but dared not. She was afraid of breaking her hymen and that she wanted to give to someone she loved. So instead she played with her clit while she read the final sex scene and came hard because in her mind, it was Mousse with her. “I love you” she gasped when she came, then blushed that she finally admitted it to herself.

She thought about what Cologne had said, she knew that he loved Shampoo and would probably end up marrying her when ‘she was gone’ she thought with sorrow. Surely one night spent in his arms wouldn’t hurt?

She’d been keeping a diary for Ranma so he could get to know her a bit if he wanted and perhaps he would come to understand her motives. Would he forgive her for ridding their shared body of its virginity? Surely he would still have his male virginity to bestow on his own love? Would he begrudge her losing her own to the man of her dreams? To feel like a real woman for a brief time? She felt tears slip down her face at would never be: a prom dress, a graduation dress, a wedding dress and a maternity dress. All those things she wanted and couldn’t have. She realized she was being foolish with her dream of waiting until her wedding night. She would never marry Mousse or anyone; she would never have children. Cologne was right; a couple nights of passion while he pretended she was Shampoo was the best that she could hope for.

She picked up the phone and said when she got Cologne on the phone “I’ll do what you suggested. Can you arrange it?” she asked.

“Yes Mousse uses our friend’s dojo to work out in. He’s going there tomorrow and shall be watering her plants and feeding her fish while she’s away. We shall decide not to attend and you’ll go with him. You’ll have the whole place to yourself” Cologne said.

“Thank you” Ranko said and hung up. Cologne pondered the arrangement; she figured that Mousse losing his virginity would benefit the Amazon’s by taking the edge off of his desperate love for Shampoo and give him all the more reasons to protect Ranma’s body. As for Ranko, she would go away a happier woman. It would be a win win situation for both.

Mousse was surprised when Ranko decided to come with him; he had to admit that she was a distraction as she worked out with a punching bag. She looked adorable in her orange sports cami and black bicycle shorts. He had no idea that she found him just as alluring in his workout clothes. Both people worked out hard while admiring the other’s body.

Finally Mousse announced “well, I’m done, I’m going for a steam.” He mourned the fact that he was looking at his innocent friend like this. He cursed himself; he was supposed to protect her virginity, not trying to steal it! Mousse felt like a pervert and chastened himself for lusting for his friend. ‘I love Shampoo’ he reminded himself, who he barely spent time with these days as he was always with Ranko. He wrapped a towel around himself and winched slightly at a sore muscle in his shoulder. He pulled on a robe for modesty and departed the change room. He was surprised to find Ranko wearing just a towel, “I thought I’d have a steam too” she replied.

Mousse paused at this and then swallowed nervously “oh course” he said and led her to the sauna that his friend had installed recently. He poured water on the rocks and had a seat. Ranko sat right beside him, extended her long legs and sighed, this caused her towel to ride up and Mousse hastily averted his eyes and blushed. Then realized that he’d settled his vision on her barely covered breasts, so he stared up at the ceiling instead. Ranko was disappointed, she was trying to be seductive and Mousse didn’t seem to notice, that and the poses were making her feel uncomfortable.

She licked her lips “oh doesn’t that steam feel marvelous” she said and touched his shoulder; this caused him to jump and then wince when his sore muscle was pulled.

Forgetting her about her seduction game, she asked “Mousse are you okay?” concerned at his wince.

“I think that I pulled something” he replied. “It’ll loosen soon” he said.

“Nonsense lie across the bench and I’ll massage it out” she ordered and draped his robe across the bare boards. Mousse went to protest but then groaned when she started to work his sore shoulder with strong, tiny fingers and hands. He soon needed no more coaxing and draped forward, she lovingly brushed his damp hair out of the way and worked the muscles of his shoulders to the tips of his toes with expert powerful strokes. Until he felt like his muscles had turned to butter. He’d tensed when she first touched his hard glutes, no one had ever touched him so intimately before, but then relaxed when she just treated them like the rest of the muscles.

“How was that?” Ranko asked, glad that the flush from the steam covered her blush to have touched a male places she never had before. His skin was even softer then she’d imagined.

He propped himself up “wonderful” he replied. “Would you like one too?” he asked.

“S-sure” she said and lay down hastily. Mousse reveled in her soft limbs as he massaged them sensuously. Her towels slipped down to reveal the curve of her breasts and he longed to gather their sweet weight into his hands. He was glad that she couldn’t see his cock straining against his towel. He massaged one firm, toned leg and then the other, it took all of his restraint not to push her towel off of her and stroke the rest of her hidden treasures. Her sighs were starting to sound sexual.

Quickly he pulled his hands away “I think we’re done” he said, and practically ran out of there. She exited after turning the sauna off.

“Mousse what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing Ranko” he said, “I’m just in a funny mood” he replied. He froze when she put her arms around him and gave him a tight hug.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked and then her towel slipped to her waist, and then her slick breasts were against his chest. He opened his mouth to protest and then silken lips met his own. He froze in surprise, but surrendered his first kiss to her. He reflexively pulled her tighter against him. His hands stroked her hair and her back while her tongue shyly parted his lips. She could feel his thing poking her in the belly and shivered with nervousness and excitement. “Gods she feels magnificent” Mousse thought, just like how he had imagined Shampoo would feel. ‘Shampoo!’ his brain screamed when he realized that he was about to break his vow to be eternally faithful to her and about to take advantage of a sweet, naive young girl. He pulled away breathing heavily and quickly tucked her towel around her to conceal her breasts.

He gently pushed her away and said “I’m so sorry Ranko, I may not act like it but I’m a normal man and you’re a very attractive women. Do you hate me?” he asked.

Ranko caught her breath, she couldn’t believe it. Mousse was apologizing to her when she had just been throwing herself at him! Then she realized that it was indeed Shampoo that he loved and he would only ever see her as a friend. He didn’t love her, no one ever would. “Of course I don’t hate you Mousse, you’re my best friend” she said with a cheeriness that she didn’t feel.

“I’m glad” he said and visibly relaxed, he would rather chew his own arm off then hurt her. She was too precious to him to waste on lust. She’d become his world, he’d changed because of her. People had been suspicious of Ranko at first, thinking that Ranma was just playing a game. However when they got to know Ranko, they accepted her as a separate being and she’d even been asked on dates. Now she was one of the most popular girls in school and Mousse envied. “Do you still want to go to the dance with me?” he asked her.

“Of course silly” she said and then blushed when she realized that she was still wearing a towel. “I should go get dressed” she said.

“Me too” Mousse replied.

Their walk home seemed like old times; they chatted and laughed about things, but between them lay an unanswered question. “What would have happened if......?”

Cologne could tell that nothing had happened the minute that Mousse got home, you can always tell if a male made love by the look in his eyes. He just looked frustrated. “Did you have a nice work out Mousse?” she asked.

“It was okay I guess” he replied.

“So you’re set on going to this dance?” Cologne asked conversationally.

“You said you didn’t mind” he said.

“I don’t mind, in fact I thought I might pay for you to stay overnight at the hotel so that you don’t have to brave the half hour bus ride at so late an hour” Cologne offered.

Mousse was taken aback by her unheard of generosity on his behalf “what’s the catch?” he asked.

“Nothing, both Ranko and yourself deserve to have some fun. You’ve been going through so many changes with going back to school, working so hard to maintain a perfect grade point average while working full time and guarding Shampoo’s airen. You need a break” she said. “It’s the least that I can do; Shampoo’s already helping Ranko shop for a dress.”

“Thanks that would be nice” he replied. Then a thought occurred to him “you do mean two rooms right?” he asked, thinking about what nearly happened, he didn’t trust himself to be alone with Ranko until he got his hormones under control.

“I’ve already checked with the hotel, they have a two bedroom suite available” she replied sincerely while she thought ‘there’s more then one way to skin a cat”

“That would be fine” Mousse agreed and went to ‘take care of’ what happened in the sauna. He picked up his lube and thought about Shampoo while he stroked himself in his room. He gave up when all he could think about was Ranko’s half nude body pressed against his own. He signed and started repeating “She’s an illusion” over and over again like a mantra.