Clothes Make The... 

Chapter Seven: 

A fan fiction based on Takahashi Rumiko's Manga series, Ranma 1/2

Saotome Ranma, Saotome Genma, Saotome Nodoka, Tendo Akane, Tendo Soun,
Tendo Kasumi, Tendo Nabiki, Kuonji Ukyou, Hibiki Ryouga, P-chan, Shampoo,
Mousse, Kunou Tatewaki, Kunou Kodachi, Tofu Ono Sensei, and Hinako
Ninomiya Sensei are copyright 1987, 1997 by Takahashi Rumiko.

Publishing rights:

Japan:              Shogakukan Inc. Tokyo
Hong Kong:          Jademan (Holdings) Ltd.
North America:      Viz Inc.

By Nicholas Leifker 

	"I feel pretty...I feel pretty and witty..."

	Ranma stood in front of a full-length mirror, admiring the beauty
of a new outfit.  She twirled around, letting the frilly dress flow out
around her, then ran a hand over the satin fabric.  She looked so
beautiful...she couldn't even remember being a guy.  To her, a woman's
life had become so natural that the idea of actually living _that_ way was
an alien one to her.  

	"So...I take it you like the dress?"

	She turned around.  Kasumi stood behind her, eyeing the redhead
critically.  She nodded.

	"Yes!  I love it!  Have you felt this fabric?  It almost flows
around me!"  She performed a delicate pierrouette for effect, before
flopping down on the bed.  

	"Kasumi-oneechan...what am I gonna do about Akane?"

	"What do you mean?"

	The girl frowned.  "I mean...I love her.  I want to spend the rest
of my life with her.  But...I want to be the one to wear the wedding
dress, not her!"  

	A strange glint entered the housewoman's eye.  "Well...perhaps you
should talk with her about it.  You never know what she might say."

	"I dunno, oneechan...what if she doesn't like me?"

	Kasumi picked up the young woman, and held her close.  "Well,
you'll never know until you try, will you?"

	"Ranma....."  Akane's cry echoed through the house.  "Could you
come in here for a moment?  I need some help with something."

	"Well, looks like I have some explaining to do..."  Ranma sighed
and left to go to Akane's room, a feeling of impending doom descending on
her shoulders.

	"Akane, I -"

	Ranma entered the room, then was startled to see nobody there.
She was even more startled when the door slid shut behind her.  

	Akane stood at the door, a sultry glow to her eyes.  She was
clothed in a provocative teddy, as white as snow, with lace and sheer
abounding.  White silk stockings silhoueted her legs, making her appear
almost ghostlike in the twilight.  She walked over to Ranma, and lifted up
the former man's dress.  

	"Hello, Ranma-chan..."

	Ranma nearly jumped out of her underwear when she felt Akane
caress her thigh.  Electric shivers went up her spine at the cold touch.
"Ah...Ah...Akane?  I...I dunno if we should do this..."

	Akane's lips looked pouty from the makeup.  She merely advanced
her explorations.  "What's the matter?  I thought you wanted this..." She
reached up and into Ranma's panties, to punctuate her point.  

	"Ah...Yes!  I mean no...uh...what I mean is...I...Akane, I have to
tell you something before we do this."

	"What is it, lovergirl?"

	"Uh... well... you see, the last week has been nothing but an act.
Akane, I...I had to find out whether I was a boy or a girl.  I was so
confused...I didn't know what to do.  So...I pretended to think I was a
girl after you hit me, to find out who I really was."  Ranma blushed red,
both from the embarassment and the passion.  

	Akane looked to be on the verge of tears.  "You mean...you're a
boy?"

	Ranma moved Akane's hand from her skirt, and grabbed it with both
hands.  "Only if you want me to be..."  

	Akane took her hand back, and put it back beneath Ranma's dress.
"Hell no, Ranma-chan!  You see, Ranma...I'm a lesbian.  I've always wanted
you like this.  You seem so friendly, so nice in this form..."  Her voice
became lower, seductive.  "Ranma...take me now."

	Ranma moved a hand over to the straps of the teddy, and pulled
them off her shoulders.  Something told her she was about to have a lesson
she'd never forget...

****

	A few minutes later, Ranma and Akane lay motionless on her bed.
What had happened between them was...electric, almost divine.  The new
woman knew, as she felt the uncontrollable spasms of female orgasm
overwhelm her, that she had found her soulmate, the one true love of her
life.  She looked over to her, mystified at the lady's beauty...her
close-cropped sable hair, now in disarray, her soft, unblemished face, her
taut, functional-yet-stunning body...and started to cry.  She was in
heaven.  

	"Akane..."  She grabbed Akane's hands out from her privacy, and
gave them a reassuring squeeze.  "I love you..."

	"You're not wearing the wedding dress, Ranma, and that's final."

	"But Akane..."

 	She reached over, and tweaked Ranma's nose playfully.  "Tell you
what, Ranma.  I'll have something much better for you to wear...after the
ceremony."

****

	That night, the young couple called a family meeting to order.
All of the members of the Tendo and Saotome clans sat there, waiting for
Ranma and Akane to speak.  Ranma coughed, and spoke first.  

	"Um...everyone, I have a couple of announcements to make.  First
of all, I...I was faking the head injury.  I've known all along I was born
a guy, and apologize for the deception.  I know it was wrong of me...but I 
had to find out who I am.  Now I know."  She looked over to her mother and 
father, her eyes pleading.  "Mom, Pop...can you accept me...as your 
daughter?  I am a woman, and I always will be, and nothing I ever do can 
change that.  Akane and I love each other as we are, and we want to spend 
the rest of our lives together...as wife and wife."

	Genma nodded thoughtfully at the news.  "That's quite all right, 
Ranma-chan.  Indeed, we've got a couple of secrets of our own."  He 
glanced over at Soun mischievously.  

	"Waitasec...you mean..."  Ranma stared, eyes wide, at the two
fathers.  

	"Yep."  Genma put his hand on Soun's thigh, and began to stroke
it.  "Happousai taught us a lot on those training missions..."

	"Haven't you ever wondered why I steal all those panties, Ranma?"
Happousai burst in, and landed in front of Ranma.  

	"You don't mean..."

	"Surprise!"  Happi unfastened his gi, to reveal a bra-and-panty
set underneath.  Ranma's jaw dropped; imagining the old lech as a
cross-dresser was beyond her.  She looked over at her mother, quietly
smiling.

	"And...and you don't mind?"

	Nodoka's smile broadened.  "Of course not, dear.  The men are so
much more...submissive like this.  Besides, allowing them to get in touch
with their femme sides just makes them - and you - all the more
passionate." She walked over, and gave Ranma a gentle nudge.  "Trust me.
You haven't lived until you've felt the master's 'master' inside you.

	Ranma's face turned a nice shade of green.  "Mom...and the
lech...and...and..."
 
	Akane interjected, and kissed her leering fiancee full on the mouth.  
"Don't worry about it, Ranma....Ranko.  All that matters is us."

	A strange tingle went through Ranma as she heard the name.
Ranko...it seemed more appropriate to her than the rough "Ranma".  She
reached over, and rubbed her hand against Akane's thigh.  "Akane...I love 
you. I...can we do it again tonight?"

	A strange glint appeared in Akane's dark eyes.  "Do you mind if
Nabiki plays too?"

	Ranma fainted.  

***

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Nicholas Leifker
April 1, 1997