SRU: Ranma (2/2)
By Morpheus
All through the next day Chris bubbled with excitement, wanting to tell
someone about the shirt. Several times he almost told Mark, but managed
to keep quiet about it, knowing that Mark wouldn't believe him unless he
saw it. Chris could barely manage to contain himself until school was
out, and he went home, having told Mark earlier to come on over later.
When Chris walked in the door, he only barely managed to keep himself
from running to his room to get the shirt. It had been the only thing
he'd been thinking about all day. Getting the shirt and being able to
change again, being able to have that little taste of magic, and of
being that close to his favorite show and its star. Quickly, he started
towards his room, then froze when he saw Bobby. "What the HELL?"
Demanded Chris, seeing that Bobby was wearing his Ranma shirt. "What the
hell are you doing in my shirt?" Chris was furious, and having a hard
time controlling himself.
"What's the big deal? Bobby asked, "It's not like I'm ruining it or
anything."
"Give me that back" Chris demanded, almost yanking the shirt off of a
now angry Bobby, "And don't go into my room or take my stuff again."
Chris yelled back, hurrying to his room. It had been all he could do
not to hit his brother. Chris was sure that this was a close one, that
Bobby could have discovered the shirts magic at any time, and was
relieved that his secret was safe. Sighing, Chris looked at his shirt
relieved that it was all right.
Feeling confident, Chris was about to put his shirt on, then remembered
Bobby. He didn't want to be splashed with water or soaked by a squirt
gun in front of anyone, so he decided that it would probably be best
not to wear it just yet. It wasn't easy for Chris, but he put the shirt
back into his drawer until later, all the while wanting to put it on,
even if he couldn't use it.
Dinner passed in a blur for Chris, who kept waiting for Mark to show up
so that he could show off his new shirt. After dinner, he rushed back
to his room and changed into his shorts and the shirt, wanting to be
comfortable when he finally was able to change. Impatiently Chris waited
until Mark finally got there, then ushered Mark to his room. Trying to
pretend that everything was normal, Chris made some small talk, and
asked about a couple of the girls at school. When it seemed that Mark
had relaxed a bit, Chris put one of his favorite Ranma tapes in, and
sat next to Mark while it started. While the opening was still playing,
Chris got up and went to the bathroom, hurrying back with a glass of
water, just so that he'd be ready.
By the time that the first episode on the tape was over, Mark and Chris
were both laughing and having a good time. Feeling that the time was
right, Chris made sure that his bedroom door was locked then sat back
down, smiling at Mark. "You know,..." He said, "wouldn't it be cool if
that could happen in real life?"
"Yeah, Sure" Mark answers with a chuckle. "It would be interesting at
least" They shared a chuckle at that.
"Well.." Chris began, feeling anxious, "Who knows. Stranger things
have happened" With that, Chris carefully poured half the glass of
water on his head, wincing as he got wet. Chris smiled at Mark,
enjoying the sudden shifting that was occurring in his body. He
especially loved the look on Mark's face while he changed. "So, what do
you think?" Chris asked, standing up and turning around quickly so that
Mark could get a look at his body. Chris broke out laughing at his
friend who was staring at him with his mouth dropped open, and his eyes
nearly as big as saucers.
"Hey, Mark old buddy" Chris said jokingly, "My face is up here" At
that, Mark turned bright red and took his eyes off of Chris's breasts.
"Cool huh?"
"Wwwhat the.... I mean, how the..." Mark said stuttering, making
Chris break out into laughter again. Gulping, Mark continued, "How the
hell?" He was still looking completely amazed and shocked.
Chris smiled. "It's this shirt" He gestured at it, then felt suddenly
embarrassed as he realized that his nipples were poking out in the front
quite obviously. "Um, its magic, and I got it from some wizard guy at
the mall." When he saw the look of skepticism in Marks face, Chris
sighed, and told him all about how the Old Man sold him the shirt, and
how he'd discovered what it could do when he got home.
"Amazing" was all Mark could say, still staring at Chris in awe. "Can
I, like, touch them?" he gestured at Chris's breasts.
"Watch it, pervert" Chris snapped, then they both started laughing,
lightening the mood a bit. "They feel completely real to me, and as far
as I can tell, I actually have turned into a girl." Chris felt a little
embarrassed at that, but at the same time was excited that he finally
had someone that he could share his excitement with.
Nervously, Mark touched one of Chris's breasts to see for himself, and
Chris felt himself turning read. It felt rather funny to have someone
else touching his breasts, as if just having them weren't strange
enough. He even thought that he could begin to feel himself getting
aroused. Embarrassed, Chris said that was enough, and sat back down,
and turned back to the Ranma tape.
Smiling, Chris thought that this was definitely better than even the
show, and couldn't help but chuckling that Mark kept looking over at him
throughout the whole episode. When the episode was over, Chris hit
rewind on the VCR, then looked down at himself embarrassed. He'd
actually thought it was pretty fun to watch the episode while looking
like Ranma, but he realized that if his Mom or anyone should happen to
see him, then he'd really have some explaining to do.
"Um, Mark" Chris asked hesitantly, feeling embarrassed that he forgot
all about the warm water. Not wanting to be caught outside his room, he
asked Mark to go into the bathroom and bring him a cup of warm water.
"What if I don't?" Mark asked, smirking.
Chris sighed, "Then I'll have to go get it myself"
"All right, all right" Mark said, looking a little disappointed, "I'll
get it. But first, can you take that shirt off, so I can see the rest
of you?" Mark had a nice smirk on his face, and Chris felt almost like
hitting him, but knew that he'd want the same thing if the situation was
reversed.
"I don't know if it's safe to take the shirt off when I'm like this"
Chris admitted. Mark snorted, saying that was what would have been the
best part. After several minutes, Mark succeeded in convincing Chris to
at least try taking the shirt off. He felt pretty nervous as he did so,
saying "Here goes nothing" while at the moment, was afraid that there
might go his manhood. He'd almost expected something when he took the
shirt off, like changing back to normal or some sort of tingle, but
nothing happened. It was just like removing any other shirt.
Chris sighed, looking down at his naked breasts, turning red as Mark
gave a wolf whistle. "So" Mark asked, "You wanna go on a date with me
tomorrow" Chris laughed, but said no, he didn't think so. 'Too bad."
Mark said, shaking his head with a smile on his face.
"Now, about that water..." Chris reminded Mark, who reluctantly went
to get it. Mark couldn't help but stare at his nipples and his breast
that were so much more noticeable than they had been through the shirt.
Sure, he'd looked down the front of it, and lifted it up, but this was
the first time that he'd seen them without the shirt on. Touching a
nipple, Chris smiled, noticing again how sensitive it was compared to
his old ones. Chris choked in embarrassment when Mark came back in,
catching him examining his breasts carefully, nipple between his
fingers. Blushing Chris gratefully took the glass of warm water in his
hand, and poured a little bit of it on his head, and was startled when
nothing happened.
Suddenly, Chris was afraid that he'd broken the magic, and that he'd be
stuck like that. He was beginning to panic, when he looked down and
noticed the shirt where he'd put it on the floor. After putting the
shirt back on, he tried the rest of the warm water in the glass, and
changed back immediately, all to the amusement of Mark who was watching
with a smirk on his face.
Chris smiled at Mark from his own face, noting a look of jealousy.
"Hey, can I try it?" Mark asked curiously. Chris winced, not sure if
he really wanted to share what he had, but Mark was his best friend.
After hesitating a few seconds, Chris had another idea, "Let's just go
over to the mall after school tomorrow, and get you your own shirt."
Mark nodded, looking partly disappointed, and partly relieved, "As long
as it's not a Ryoga shirt." Chris had to chuckle at that, wondering how
his friend would look as a small black pig.
Pulling the rewound Ranma tape out, Chris pulled another movie out of
his drawer and set it on top of the VCR so that they could watch that
next. Then he hurried to the kitchen to microwave some popcorn and grab
a couple Cokes, leaving Mark behind in his room. Chris was impatient
for the popcorn to finish popping, and when the buzzer went off on the
microwave, he grabbed the bag and ran past his parents and back to his
room, where he noticed Mark had already started the movie.
Sliding down next to Mark, he handed him a Coke, and set the bag of
popcorn between them. Chris couldn't quite keep his attention on the
screen, still thinking about changing back again. He decided though
that it probably wouldn't be too good an idea to keep doing it around
Mark since it might make him jealous, and he didn't want that.
Hopefully they could find another shirt at that store the next day,
Chris thought.
When the movie was halfway over, Chris suddenly gasped, feeling a
splash of cold water hitting him. Shocked, he turned to see Mark
grinning at him, with an empty glass in his hands. "Whadyou do that
for?" He gasped out in shock, hearing Ranma's female voice. Suddenly
both of them broke out laughing at that remark. Chris hadn't meant to
copy that famous line from the show, but he had done it. "Well?" He
asked again, more seriously, and Mark just shrugged, saying he wanted to
watch it again. Mark said sorry, but it was quite obvious that he
wasn't.
A little annoyed at being wet again, and this time not voluntarily,
Chris just crossed his arms, trying to ignore how difficult that was
with his breasts in the way, and watch the movie. Mark just laughed at
that.
Chris was just relaxing again, and getting comfortable, in spite of his
unfamiliar body, when suddenly the bedroom door flung open, and Bobby
came charging in with his squirt gun, only to stop and stare at Chris,
who was suddenly very self conscious. Bobby's eyes were open wide, and
his mouth was open as well. After just a few seconds, Bobby turned
around and ran back out the door, yelling "Chris has a girl in his
room!"
"Shit!" Chris wore, and handed the empty glass to Mark, saying "Get me
some warm water. Now!" Mark nodded and ran out the bedroom door
himself. Chris felt incredibly nervous, expecting his parents to barge
in at any second to demand an explanation. Chris felt his heart beating
wildly with his fear of discovery, and put his hand to his chest, only
to encounter his breasts again.
Then Mark was back with the glass of warm water, which he splashed
quickly on Chris, just in time since just as Chris finished changing
back to normal, Bobby came back into the room, breathing hard, and
immediately followed by his Dad. Chris smiled politely at his Dad,
while Bobby just stared at him in shock. Chris almost laughed as his
Dad grabbed Bobby and took him down the hall, saying something about it
not being nice to lie.
"Man, that was a close one." Mark gasped, looking at the door. Chris
had to agree. It was even worse that Bobby had actually seen him,
making him feel a bit worried. He knew that no one would believe Bobby,
but still, it could mean some kind of trouble later, which he didn't
like. He could still feel his heard racing too, and tried to let
himself calm down again.
Chris felt a little nervous through the rest of the movie, having a
feeling that something was going to go wrong. To make sure that there
weren't any more accidents, he put his shirt in one of his drawers, and
tried to pretend that nothing unusual had happened. When the movie had
ended, Chris said goodbye to Mark who left for home, promising that
they'd meet after school so that they could check out that Spells R Us
again, together. Once Mark was gone, Chris sighed in relief, wondering
if just maybe he'd made a mistake letting Mark in his secret.
The next day at school, Chris noticed that Mark was almost as bad as he
was the day before. He certainly couldn't blame Mark, he sort of felt
the same way again, wanting to explore more with what that shirt could
do. It was definitely the most interesting thing that had ever happened
to him in his life, and he wanted to take advantage of it while he
could.
Chris even started to consider getting some girls clothes so that he
could go out in public that way. The idea made him a little
uncomfortable, but he knew that it would most definitely be different.
Maybe he could get a look at how women are treated, or he smiled to
himself, he could get into the girls locker room. That idea particularly
interested him, in spite of the fact that when he changed, he looked
better than most of the girls at school.
They had originally planned on going straight to the mall after school,
but Mark remembered that he had some chores he had to do after school,
so they agreed to wait until after dinner, hoping that the store would
still be open.
As soon as Chris got home, he hurried to his room and pulled the shirt
out from the drawer he'd hidden it in, thankful that Bobby hadn't gotten
into it again. Taking a look at it, he thought that he'd probably need
to put it into the laundry. He didn't want to have it out of his reach
for that long, but he didn't like the idea of wearing a filthy shirt
either.
Slipping the shirt on, he went into the bathroom and turned the water
on in the sink, forgetting the close the door all the way in his
impatience. Chris shoved a hand into the cold water, and smiled as his
body started changing again. He laughed, then smiled at his reflection
in the mirror. He loved that gorgeous redhead that looked back, though
he wasn't quite sure that he wanted it to be him that was the red head.
Still, it was extremely exciting. He took his long hair and held it at
the top, seeing what it would look like in a pony tail, wondering if
maybe he should try putting it into a sort of pig tail like in the show.
He decided that he'd rather not, preferring it long.
Chris posed for a few minutes longer, then sighed when he realized that
it was almost dinner time. Almost reluctantly, he used the warm water
to change back, then looked at his reflection again in the mirror. His
old face stared back at him. Wiping his hands off on the towel, Chris
wasn't aware of the spy who'd been watching everything from the cracked
bathroom door. And before he left, Bobby had already hurried down the
hall out of sight, confused by what he'd witnessed.
Chris had taken the shirt off before dinner, not wanting anyone to get
suspicious of why he kept wearing it or changing clothes. Through
dinner, he was aware that Bobby kept giving him odd looks, and suspected
that Bobby wanted to ask him about the girl he'd seen the night before.
Bobby was obviously suspicious about it, but Chris didn't worry, knowing
that Bobby didn't have any idea of what was really happening.
Just before Chris had finished eating, there was a knock on the door,
and when his Dad opened it, Mark came in. Chris gulped down the rest of
his dinner, then went into his room with Mark. Nervously, Mark asked to
see Chris change again, and Chris smiled, quite willing to oblige. After
getting the glasses of warm and cold water ready, he slipped the shirt
on, then splashed a little cold water into his face. Smiling, Chris
loved the feeling of his body shifting on him, with his chest growing.
The shrinking and getting shorter wasn't his favorite part, or the part
where his crotch pulled in, but overall, he thought it was an incredible
feeling.
"Damn, that's amazing." Mark said, obviously still greatly impressed
by the changing.
"Ain't it?" Chris responded smiling. He still kept finding it odd to
hear his favorite character's voice coming out of his mouth, especially
a female one. But it wasn't quite as strange as when he looked in the
mirror. "Let's get this taken care of" Chris suggested, then used the
warm water to change back. He didn't like it quite as much as the other
change, but he still thought the feeling of his body changing on him was
very interesting.
Chris turned around, then stopped in horror as he saw that his bedroom
door was open, and Bobby was standing right there, mouth agape. "So
that's how you do it" Bobby said, "It's that shirt."
"Damn!" Chris swore, getting angry. He'd shut his door, but he'd
forgotten to lock it, and now his stupid kid brother knew about it.
Chris was not happy with that at all, preferring to keep it to himself,
or at least sharing it only with Mark.
"That's why you were so mad at me for wearing it yesterday." Bobby
continued, mostly to himself since Chris wasn't paying too much
attention. Mark was glaring at Bobby as well, obviously not pleased at
having someone else knowing either. Bobby looked at Chris intently,
while Chris glared back, trying to decide what he needed to do. Chris
noticed the gleam suddenly appear in Bobby's eyes, as Bobby cried out,
"I want to try it" and jumped forward, trying to grab the shirt.
"Let go!" Chris snapped, and tried pushing Bobby back. Unfortunately,
Bobby already had a good grip on his shirt, and didn't seem about to let
go. Quickly, Chris tried struggling to get Bobby to let go, and Mark
grabbed Bobby as well, trying to pull him off. With a horrible ripping
sound, Bobby fell backwards, pulled by Mark's weight. Chris looked down
in horror to see that the shirt had been torn badly. "SHIT!" Chris
said, yanking what was left of the shirt off with disgust. "You better
hope that I can get a new one." He said, glaring angrily at Bobby. It
was all Chris could do not to strangle Bobby right then and there. And
Mark was glaring at him equally angry, though it had been largely his
own weight pulling on Bobby that had contributed to the tearing.
"Damn, Damn, Damn." Chris muttered, and chased Bobby out of the room.
"I'm sorry man." Mark said comfortingly. Chris shrugged, saying that
they should just hurry over to the mall and see about finding a
replacement, to which Mark readily agreed. At least, Chris thought,
that he was still in his own body when the thing tore. He hated to think
what it would have been like to be stuck as a girl. That idea didn't
really appeal to him.
First though, Chris went to the bathroom and relieved himself, feeling
extremely frustrated by the torn shirt. It had been the most interesting
thing to ever happen to him, and his brother had ruined it. Still
furious, he looked into the mirror above the sink, and shook his head.
Chris figured that maybe he could use some calming down, so turned on
the cold water and splashed his face, feeling a little better. However,
as soon as the cold water hit him, Chris felt the familiar shifting
hitting him again.
Gasping, he felt himself getting smaller again, while his clothes got
looser. He could feel a pulling in his groin and inside of him as his
organs started to change gender, and then the pushing as his breasts
rapidly grew out. As it finished, Chris nervously looked into the
mirror, seeing Ranma looking back at him again. The sudden change,
without even wearing the shirt was really scaring Chris. "Mark..." He
called out nervously, as he walked into his own room, "I think
something's wrong."
Chris was so startled and worried over his unexpected change, that he
didn't think to use warm water to change back until after Mark suggested
it. Feeling stupid, Chris tried it and was greatly relieved to find
that it worked. Somehow, Chris knew, he actually had the curse now. It
looked like tearing the shirt only made it go to him.
With even more urgency than before, Chris and Mark hurried over to the
mall, wanting to catch that store before it closed, hoping that somehow
the Old Man who claimed to be a wizard could fix things. Chris really
hoped that he could, not sure that he liked the idea of being stuck with
Ranma's curse himself, seeing just how much trouble it could cause in
the series. It may be fine and funny to see some anime character
changing sex back and forth, but in the real world, it would certainly
prove even more troublesome.
Chris was greatly relieved to find the store still open when he got
there, and quickly went in, Mark following behind him. Nervously, Chris
looked around, hoping that his problem could be fixed. It took only a
few seconds before the Old Man came in from the back room, and saw them,
asking "Chris, Mark, what can I do for you today?"
Carefully, Chris explained his problem to the Old Man, who listened
patiently. "Can you fix it?" Chris asked hopefully.
The Old Man sighed, then looked at Chris. "I'm sorry, but I can't break
the spell on you." he said apologetically. "When the shirt was torn,
the magic needed a new host, and it soaked into you."
"There's nothing you can do?" Chris asked in disbelief. He'd been
almost sure that the Old Man would have some kind of answer, or some way
to fix him. Mark put a hand on Chris's shoulder to comfort him, though
Chris barely noticed, being too shocked.
"Well...." The Old Man said thoughtfully, "I can't break the curse, but
I could change it for you. I could reverse it so that you turn into a
girl with warm water and a guy with cold." Chris thought about it for a
second then decided that wouldn't be a good idea. The idea of turning
into a girl every time he took a shower or bath didn't particularly
interest him, though it certainly could be interesting. "I could make
it go with days and nights." The Old Man offered helpfully. Chris
didn't like that much either, thinking that it was even worse. The Old
Man shrugged. "I'm sorry then, there's nothing more I can do."
Sighing, Chris said, "Thanks anyway." He felt very disappointed,
having expected more.
"I like to help my customers" The Old Man said as Chris and Mark were
heading to the door, "And I'm sorry that I couldn't be much more help
this time." The Old Man smiled, "But if you're still interested in one
of those shirts Mark, I'm out now, but can get you one in a couple
days." Mark shook his head, saying that he'd lost interest in getting
one. The Old Man shrugged, "Pity. Well Chris, I hope that you do come
in again."
Chris thanked the Old Man and left, thinking about his new situation.
He was stuck with the same curse as Ranma. Thinking about it, he
figured that it couldn't be all bad, and that he might be able to get
used to it. "Well" He joked to Mark, "I guess I won't be joining the
school swim team this year."
Mark snorted, "Not unless you want to wear a bikini." Making Chris hit
him on the arm.
Chris started thinking though, that it might not be a bad idea to pick
up some girls clothes since he was bound to need them in the near
future. And he wondered just how he was going to break the news of his
curse to his family. He almost smiled seeing the look on his Dad's face
in his mind, then he could imagine his Mom saying that she always wanted
a daughter. Chris snorted at the idea, then turned to Mark, saying
"Hey, lets go to Suncoast to see if they have the new Ranma tape out."
The End.
The waking world is but a dream