Am I Pretty Again Ranma�s Declaration of Womanhood

Sorry this is late, something happened over the weekend that brought a family crisis to a boil that shall be on going for a while that robbed me of my creativity, appetite and perhaps sanity. I shall finish this story but don’t know when I shall be on here again after this.

Sid

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Flashback

Ranko and Shampoo were shopping for the perfect dress. They had hit China town again as Ranko had her heart set on wearing a cheongsam to go with the theme.

"Ranko when you going to find dress, you tried on hundreds of them?" Shampoo asked, it was no fun shopping when she had to use her own money.

"I have to find the perfect one" answered the voice inside the changing room as Ranko slung yet another reject over the door.

"How will you know which is perfect one?" asked the exasperated Shampoo.

"I'll know" Ranko called back and opened the door. "What do you think of this one?" she asked. It was a royal purple colour with large flowers on it, slit to her thighs and had a key hole neckline. She noticed that all the boys in the store were eyeing her with interest and heard someone whisper 'really cute'. "Looks like we found it" she announced and went to put her clothes back on. Shampoo had already carried her dress to the counter and paid for it, she handed Ranko the bag. "You didn't have to pay for my dress" she protested.

"Shampoo didn't, Mousse did" she explained. "He gave me money for buy you dress" Shampoo said, she was somewhat perturbed that he was spending money on other girls, even it was only Ranko. "Rather surprised, he cheap since he saving for laser surgery" she commented.

Ranko froze at this, he hadn't told her about this and he'd been so generous with her. She'd felt somewhat guilty about the money that he had been spending on her as it was. She herself had used hardly any of the money that she'd earned as tips as she didn't really have a lot of expenses and people were very generous. She'd just been banking it and was planning to buy Mousse a nice present with it. Now she thought of a bet use for her money.

The next day she closed her bank account and gave the draft to Shampoo, to give to Mousse the day after they went to the dance.

Ranko was excited even getting on the packed train to get to the hotel, Kuno had offered them a ride in his limo but they wanted to get there earlier. Mousse had managed to find them seats and watched the glowing girl; it amused him how excited she got about everything. She'd been talking about the dance for weeks now and kept on hinting that she had a beautiful dress for it, but wouldn't let him see it.

Ranko practically squealed when she saw how fancy the hotel room was, thick cream coloured carpeting, dark wood furniture, luxurious drapes and sheets on the bed. Her favourite part was that each room came with a bathrobe that they got to keep. "What a nice place" she exclaimed and bounced on the expensive mattress.

Mousse sat down beside her "you're going to break your bed" he chided.

"Then I would have to share your bed" she teased. Mousse just shivered at the idea and felt like energy was suddenly crackling between them. She looked at him in a smoldering, hungry way and felt short of breath. Meanwhile Mousse was breathing heavier, quickly he sat back.

"We should start getting ready so that we can make the dinner on time" he said and retreated.

Ranko spent almost two hours getting ready, something that the non-vain girl had ever done before. She curled her hair, applied unheard of makeup and then carefully pulled her dress on and did up the frogs. There was a knock on her door and she opened it. She waited for Mousse to say something, but he was dumbstruck by her beauty. He could only stare at the most beautiful creature that he had ever seen. She didn't have rainbow coloured hair like the girls that he'd grown up with and lacked their proud towering, height, yet she still was the most beautiful.

"Well?" she asked nervously.

"You look so beautiful" he said, drinking in her beautiful purple cheongsam and matching shoes with kitten heels. She wore some dark eyeliner and mascara to enhance her beautiful eyes and a mere whisper of matching lipstick graced her full lips. Her hair had been styled into soft ringlets and a flower that matched her dress was tucked behind one ear. She looked both exotic yet wholesome at the same time.

"You do too" she said shyly, he wore the back suit and white dress shirt that they had bought together and a tie that matched her dress. It was a whimsical touch that she and Shampoo had spent a long day shopping for.

He frowned at the beautiful comment, guys weren't supposed to be beautiful, but he was. The severe colour drew attention to his eyes; he'd purchased contacts for in honour of the occasion and his long, loose hair hung down his back like a silken curtain. She thought he looked good enough to eat and she was famished to experience his physical love.

"Dinner?" he asked as if reading her thoughts. She blushed and then took the arm that he offered.

Kuno's table was elegantly set and offered all the delicacies that the hotel kitchen had. Both were surprised that Kuno was accompanied by a lovely blonde named Hina, who was surprisingly normal, didn't seem to find Kuno odd and was an old friend of his. In his own dark suit, Kuno looked like any other confident, handsome boy there. Ranko found pleasure in their company; both were relaxed, amusing people who had obviously known each other since diaperhood. However she couldn't take her eyes off of Mousse or he off of her.

Mousse watched while Hina and Ranko danced the fast songs together, they seemed fast friends and it was only a matter of time before they kicked off their shoes and became like little girls dancing to their parent's old records. Ranko was a natural when it came to dancing and clearly enjoyed it. She was like a butterfly taking wing for the first time, gorgeous but bright, shiny and new. He enjoyed watching her experience life the way that she was meant to be as a beautiful kindly woman. Other men watched her just as intently as him, but it was to Mousse that she flashed her sweet, happy smile. They looked at him with envy that this glorious creature was with him. She ran over to him in her bare feet as unself consciously as the three year old she never got to be and seized his hand.

"Slow song, will you dance with me?" she pleaded, turning her animated face to him. She was flushed from dancing and her eyes shone with happiness.

"I don't know how to dance" he explained, loathing to disappoint her. She gestured to how couples were shuffling zombie-like in a circle while clinging to each other.

"You mean you can make chains shoot out of your every orifice and you can't do that?" she said with good humour.

He realized that she did have a point, this dance required no grace or sense of rhythm, something which both of them possessed in spades. Her tiny hand seized his and he allowed himself be dragged unresisting onto the dance floor. She stood before him as dainty as a bird and waited until his arms encircled her waist and drew her close to him before her own hands snaked around his neck and she settled her sweet body against his. She laid her head trustingly on his breast and relished hearing his heartbeat as they swayed; to her the moment was magical to be held so close by her love. They moved in time and gradually arms tightened around each other in order to get as close as they could. The slippery fabric of her dress lay under his hands and he could feel her body heat while her heart fluttered against him. His own beat just a bit too fast at her proximity and......something else.

All of his life he knew that he would marry Shampoo and be perfectly happy for the rest of his life. Now he questioned that, Shampoo had always had a bad temper and been a bit spoiled. Lately he'd been questioning if he loved her or not. He'd started to see her through other eyes; she wasn't perfect as he had originally thought. Her eyes were a little too close together, her Japanese grammar horrible and her manners too overtly sexual for his tastes. Then there was the constant hitting; that really irked him. Perhaps he'd loved her once when he was really young when she'd seemed like fairytale princess to him and the embodiment of perfection. He loved her still, but more like a sister and he was starting to realize that. Ranko's lips grazed his jaw and he shivered.

He looked down into her mirror bright eyes while she gazed lovingly back at him. 'She's only an illusion. She's not even a real girl. I love her' Mousse realized and gasped out "I love you" in surprise.

Ranko pulled her head back sharply "what did you say?" she cried.

"I love you Ranko" Mousse repeated and then they were kissing. She kept whispering how much she loved him between frantic kisses, until Mousse felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around to Kuno's grinning face. "I think that young love is beautiful, but perhaps you could take this romantic scene to a more private venue and let these people have their dance floor back?" he suggested. Mousse and Ranko turned bright red to realize that they were still clinging onto each other in the center of the dance floor. They hadn't even realized that a spotlight was trained on them.

They started laughing and then Mousse said "I think we shall. Would you care to skip the rest of the dance?" he asked Ranko.

Ranko shivered nervously for a second, she got chills down her spine at what that implied. "I'd love to" she said bravely.

Mousse carried her bridal style over the threshold of their hotel room, he knew this was the only wedding night that they would ever have and wanted their first time together to be perfect. He set her down and dimmed the lights as she found a romantic music station and turned that on softly. Then they turned to each other. Love, Mousse had pursued it all of his life. He'd starved for it, he'd fought for it and he'd begged for it and now there it was being given freely and unconditionally. It was a soft love, a soothing gentle love, not the sort at all of violent, cloying love that he would have found with Shampoo. It was the love of a companion, friend and lover. Her eyes leaked tears of happiness as he reached for her, yet all he did was press a kiss softly into the center of each palm before drawing her towards him. He trembled with emotion as he undid the frogs of her dress and eased the side zipper down. She mewed softly as it fell into a shimmering heap at her feet and she was scooped up and set on the bed.

She waited to feel embarrassment as he undressed himself until he wore just his boxers, but she never did. He sat down beside her and just stroked her belly as if to sooth her. His mouth had gone dry at the sight of her clad only in tiny panties and a bra that had matched her dress. She looked up at him so trustingly; she shivered when his hair brushed her naked skin as he bent to kiss her. Her soft tongue sought his and he groaned. She was beautiful, Mousse had seen Ranma pretty much naked before (who hadn't?), but that she inhabited his body made it more poignant and sweet to him.

"Mousse are you a virgin too?" she asked nervously, hoping that he was.

"Yes" he answered.

She was elated and felt like she'd won the greatest prize ever. "I am to; I've touched myself, but never inside. I wanted you to take my maidenhead" she said.

Mousse smiled at her speech and then covered her lips with his own, knowing that he would soon be seeking another set to kiss. His tongue explored her sweet interior while his hands gently undid the front hook of her bra and separated the material to bare her to his gaze. She moaned into his mouth and arched her back as he lovingly played with her pink tipped nipples and then lowered his head to taste the satin buds. She put her hands behind his head to hold him to his task. His fingers slipped into her panties to caress her red curls and titillated her clit. Ranko writhed at the sensations and surrendered herself to his loving hands. She didn't protest when he slipped her panties down her legs and then took off his own boxer shorts. She blushed when his hard cock sprang into view, but forced her small hand around it and surprised him by kissing it. Seeing liquid leaking out of the tip, she licked it experimentally. Now it was his turn to gasp as she licked and gently nibbled his sensitive head.

"Now you calm down or I'm going to cum too soon" he said pushing her back. She grinned at how masterful he was. Then felt his breath on her exposed pussy lips just as she had always imagined, then a tongue lapped her velvety interior as Mousse ate out her sweet core. It was better then in Ranko's dreams. Her hands tangled themselves into his silky hair while she hard came with cry on her lover's lips. He lapped the nectar from her and then looked up at her, her own look was that of pure love and he returned it a thousand fold.

She reached out to him silently begging for him to take the final step that separated them as man and woman; it was her own small hand that guided him to her slick, glistening pussy lips and held him at the ready to make a woman out of her. Mousse moaned as she rubbed him there slightly and he just shallowly penetrated her tunnel of love. Ranko bit her lip in anticipation as she felt him come against her barrier to bliss and cried out in pain as he tore through it. She whimpered slightly while he stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings to her. It seemed like forever before he started slowly pumping himself inside her hot tightness, loving how she clutched at him. It was a bit uncomfortable for her at first and then slowly pleasure snuck in beneath the pain and she joined his carnal rhythm. One hand circled his back while the other rested on his butt as they made love. For both it was the sweetest experience that they could have imagined and wanted it to last, Ranko's orgasms rippled through her endlessly. Yet there was no lust involved only pure true love, desperately she wished to get pregnant as Mousse's cry of bliss joined her final one. Not sure how much time they had left, they made love twice more that night.

Ranko couldn't sleep from happiness, so she watched Mousse sleep while she wrote an entry to Ranma:

Ranma, I hope that you can forgive what Mousse and I did with your body, but it's mine to and we're in love.........

The next day Mousse awoke to the sight of a nude angel greeting the sun. He tenderly wrapped her up in the same blanket of himself and sat her on his lap while she giggled. "I never want another man to see you naked you little exhibitionist" he mock chided.

"No only you get to do that" she promised and hugged him feeling cherished and loved as much as did he. "Mousse, I wish that we could have married" she said wistfully.

He held her tighter "we could today, it wouldn't be legal but I know a priest who would" he offered. He knew that they only had so much time left together and wanted to make her happy however he could.

Her sad mood dissipated "you would marry me even if we only had a few days together?" she asked.

He cupped her cheek "I would marry you if we only had a single afternoon left" he promised her.

Ranko clung onto Mousse's arm the way she had since they left the hotel, she was so happy she felt like she was floating. She didn't care that her marriage wasn't legal or that they wore a pair of matching cheap, silver rings that they bought from a street vendor on the way over to the temple. She didn't care that the priest had been drunk and knew little Japanese when he married them in Mandarin. Or that it looked like he hadn't straightened up his temple in years. All that matter was that she'd married Mousse.

Mousse was happy too; his new wife looked so happy that she was positively glowing. He couldn't stop touching her either. "What do you want to do first Mrs. Mu?" he asked, knowing that she liked that name.

"Go tell Shampoo and Cologne" she said and practically dragged him after her; he laughed just as drunk on love as her. They were stopped when a large group of ninjas surrounded them. (A/N I made these guys up)

"So this is where you've been hiding Ranma, have you been disguising yourself as a chick to try and get away from us?" the dark hair boy in front sneered. "Looks like you need another lesson. We've been looking for you for weeks now while you were playing house with your boyfriend" he taunted.

He was mildly surprised when Mousse shoved Ranma behind him and said in a neutral tone of voice "sir, she lost her memory, she doesn't have a clue who you are" Daiko wouldn't have suspected that Ranma was gay.

"Please don't hurt us, I'm truly not Ranma" Ranko begged, causing the young rogue wonder. Then another form of attack to the other marital artist's honour formed in his mind, if it was true and Ranma was now truly just a frail girl.

"So our last encounter pounded some sense into Ranma? Very well, guys kill the pretty boy and then we get to have fun with the girl" he ordered and leered at Ranko. She shrank behind Mousse at what they were suggesting.

Mousse cursed that he left most of his weapons behind and shoved Ranko out of the way. "Run" he cried to her as he was surrounded. He used every skill that he'd ever acquired to try and draw them away from his love. He dodged, struck and parried, but there were simply too many of them and they were attacking from all angles. Mousse cried out when one punched him hard in the stomach and then they were upon him in a single non-stop ball of pain. He could just make out Ranko struggling in a grinning boy's arms to get to him. Then suddenly she was surrounded by blue battle fury.

Ranma saw his fellow martial artist being outnumbered and dived into the fray. One by one he taught those mofos a lesson until he was the last one standing. He went over to Mousse and asked "yo Mousse you okay?"

Mousse could feel the blackness beckon him, but before he gave into its sweet, painless embrace he saw his sweet Ranko standing before him. He reached for her, expecting her to tenderly nurse him as usual and take the pain away; instead she spoke to him in Ranma's voice. Mousse realized what had happened and started weeping as he sank into oblivion. Ranma could only wonder how great his pain was if it caused the normally stoic boy to cry.

He went up to the nearest person and borrowed their cell phone to call for an ambulance and then the Nekohanten to let the other Amazons know about Mousse. He looked down in shock to find himself wearing a ruffled hot pink blouse and a blue skirt trimmed in the same coloured lace. He quickly deduced that he wore female underclothes as well. He blushed to be dressed that way 'what the hell happened to me?' he thought to himself, he couldn't recall a thing after Daiko's gang attacked him.

Seeing that no one else had arrived yet, he went to the hospital with the still unconscious Mousse. He felt compelled to stay with him for some reason.

Ranma sat in the waiting room and filled in the newly arrived Amazons as to Mousse's condition. "He's fine; he didn't receive any life threatening injuries. The main things are: a broken arm, a badly wrenched knee and internal bruising, he's going to be awful sore tomorrow" he explained. "Well I gotta go home and change" he said distastefully.

Cologne watched at him closely to see if anything remained of Ranko "don't you want to stay with Mousse?" she asked.

Ranma looked at her like she had grown two heads "why, Mousse isn't my problem? Take care of him yourself you old ghoul. I'm going home for dinner, I'm starving" Ranma announced and went home to where people celebrated his recovery, leaving a lonely Chinese boy alone to mourn his wife.