Greenery Day
by H. Saotome

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This story is a divergence from the manga series "Ranma 1/2", in the
spirit of the movie "Groundhog Day". Ranma is caught in an endless loop
of the first day he met the Tendos.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Ranma 1/2". This story was written for
non-commercial purposes only.

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Chapter 4. Day 14

/Okay/, Ranma thought, /Let's see if I can avoid getting my boob poked
this time./

The tall man with the mustache leaned over, pointing a finger in her
face. "You ... wouldn't be ...?"

Ranma bowed. "I'm the *female* Ranma Saotome."

The man backed up a step, face twisting in confusion and the beginning
of despair. "Female?! But ... but ... Ranma is supposed to be Genma's
*son*!" His voice rose to a wail at the end.

The short-haired girl stuck out her finger to poke anyway. Ranma sighed
inwardly, /This girl must be a lesbo or something./ Outwardly she just
smiled, grabbed the girl's hand before it could reach her, shook it
firmly, and announced, "Pleased to meet ya!"

Then she looked up at the Tendo father, stating with a serious
expression, "And technically, I am his son."

"Technically?" Nabiki demanded, trying to wring life back into her hand.
This red-haired girl had one hell of a grip! "What the hell is that
supposed to mean?"

Ranma swept her smile across all of them. "You'll have to get pop to
explain it, once you meet him. This was all *his* stupid idea."

The panda bear standing behind Ranma growled, lifting a paw
threateningly.

Still smiling, Ranma announced, "Oops. Almost forgot." She pulled a rope
seemingly from nowhere and, before Genma realized her intention, wrapped
several loops around the bear, binding its arms tightly to its torso and
even tying the legs together. "Can't let wild animals run around loose,"
she said cheerfully. Dragging her father out into the yard, she secured
the other end of the rope to a tree. Cracking her knuckles vigorously,
she told them, "Pop should be along eventually."

Shaking his head, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, Soun
whined, "I don't understand!"

Ranma patted him on the back. "That's okay. I'm sure it'll all be clear
by morning."

Akane stepped forward, mildly confused but with a heart considerably
lighter than it had been a short time ago. Instead of the feared fiance,
here was a girl her own age whose speed suggested she might have some
skill at martial arts. Giving a bright smile, she said, "Hi, I'm Akane.
You want to be friends?"

                               o - o - o

Ranma sat in the furo, warming up from the earlier cold rain which had
turned him into a girl before reaching the Tendo home. /I wonder if
this'll work? It *ought* to give me a chance for a better look, and at
least a pretty good chance of not being attacked afterward. Just
remember, if she does attack, try not to get distracted this time. No
matter what you see. After all,/ he smirked, /there'll probably be
plenty of more chances on other todays to see it again./ He sighed.
/Somehow I oughta find a way to get one of the other girls in here for a
bath as well. Akane's got a pretty hot body, but I wouldn't mind getting
a good look at Nabiki or Kasumi either. Though I'm beginning to wonder
if that Nabiki chick might try to molest me if she catches me in here as
a girl./

Just then he heard the outer door of the changing room open. /Oops. Time
to get moving./

Ranma jumped out of the furo, and gave himself a quick spray in the
shower. Then she sat down on the stool, turned most of the way from the
door.

The door slid open and Akane walked in. Ranma immediately spun around
the rest of the way, turning her back to the other girl. Akane stopped
with a startled, "Oh! I ... I didn't know anyone was in here." Then she
smiled. After all, this was her new friend. "Well, bathing together
shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Ranma kept her face resolutely toward the wall and her eyes closed. "I
... I don't think that would be a very good idea," she mumbled. "You
see, the truth is, I'm, um, ... the fact of the matter is, I really *am*
a boy. Most of the time."

Akane's eyes widened and her jaw dropped at this bizarre statement. "Uh,
not from where I'm standing you're not." She walked up closer, the
pronounced curve of full breasts coming into view as she glanced around
the redhead's side. "Believe me, boys don't have a chest like that." She
sighed. "You look a lot more, um, busty than me."

Ranma glanced down, manfully resisting the urge to sneak a peek behind
and to her left. "You mean the boobs? Believe me, that wasn't my idea.
And you really oughta go before I see something I shouldn't. I wouldn't
want you accusing me of being a pervert later."

Akane grinned wryly. "Oh come on. I'm not going to say something like
that. I don't know why you're saying you're a boy when you're not, but I
obviously don't have anything you don't have. So stop worrying. It's
okay."

Ranma picked her words carefully, trying not to convince Akane to leave.
"Look, I swear on my honor as a martial artist that even though I'm a
girl now, I'm really a boy. And I don't want you to hate me later - you
said we could be friends. But if I look at you, then once you see I'm
really a boy, you're gonna blame me and say it's all my fault."

Akane rolled her eyes. She briefly considered leaving the room to
satisfy the silly girl, but she could be quite stubborn when she wanted
to be, and the notion that Ranma was a boy was just foolish. "Ranma,
look at me. I swear I won't blame you. I swear that if anyone's at fault
for anything, it'll be me. I promise you that it's okay to look at me.
Okay?"

"You swear on your honor as a martial artist?" Ranma demanded without
turning her head yet.

Akane looked up at the ceiling as if praying for strength. "Yes. I swear
on my honor as a martial artist."

"Well, okay," Ranma said dubiously, carefully not smirking. "Then if you
really wanna join me, I guess you can."

Akane pulled up another stool and sat beside the red-haired girl.
"Honestly. Wherever did you get the notion ... oh, never mind." She
began soaping up while Ranma casually glanced over, barely refraining
from licking her lips. Instead of running and dodging, she was able to
sit there quietly and watch the girl running a washcloth across her
mouthwatering tits.

Akane looked up, smiling. "I guess you're about done scrubbing by now.
Would you like me to wash your back?"

Ranma blinked, and couldn't prevent a slightly lecherous grin as she
imagined returning the favor. She remembered, however, to sound cautious
rather than eager when she responded, "I ... I guess so."

She enjoyed the feel of the washcloth rubbing across her back.
Unfortunately it only lasted a couple of minutes. When Akane sat back
down, she waited a few moments to see if Akane would make the obvious
suggestion. When the hoped for request didn't materialize, Ranma
suppressed a growl then tentatively asked, "Would you, uh, like me to
wash your back too?"

Akane smiled. "I'd like that. Thanks."

Ranma picked up a sponge and moved behind her. For emphasis, she said,
"And this is okay even though I'm really a boy?"

Akane rolled her eyes, again. "Yes. I promise it's okay. If any other
boy laid a hand on me like this, I'd kill him, but you have my
permission."

Grinning evilly, since she was out of sight behind the girl, Ranma began
scrubbing the sponge across Akane's smooth, flawless back. She very
deliberately allowed her fingertips to come in contact with the girl's
skin. She moved the sponge down and ran gentle circles around the small
of the back. Then she slowly moved further down, scrubbing the upper
portions of her delectable ass, making sure to slip in even more finger
contact. Watching Akane's face from the side, she saw the other girl
begin to frown after a couple of minutes, whereupon she instantly moved
the sponge back upward. The frown relaxed.

Ranma slid the sponge up Akane's sides. Although not strictly part of
the back, she figured this would arouse no comment. Moving forward,
Ranma peeked over Akane's shoulders, drinking in her fill of the sight
of those strawberry tipped curves from above. She wished that she dared
move the sponge around to the front, to feel a real girl's breasts (not
her own) under her hands, but not only was that bound to bring a
protest, it was certain to be remembered later and all this pretend
innocence would be wasted. As she finished up, Ranma only went so far as
to allow her fingertips an extremely brief brush against the side of one
firm boob. Even that made her feel just a little faint.

By this time Akane had finished her own washing, and both girls rinsed
themselves off. Akane then stood and walked over to the furo. Climbing
in, she sank down into the hot water until her nipples hovered just
above the surface. "Come on in," she called to Ranma. "It feels great!"

Ranma walked over but stood with feigned hesitation beside the tub. "Uh
... I'd better not. Even though you promised on your honor not to blame
me, you're bound to get angry if I share the furo with you. I mean, a
girl and a boy, in there together? You don't really want a boy sitting
in there beside you, do you?"

Akane scowled. "Ranma, don't you think you've taken this far enough?
Yes, I really want you in here. Get in."

Ranma lifted one foot and put it on the side of the tub, then paused.
"Are you really, really, *really* sure?"

Akane lowered her eyebrows as she stared up at the strange girl. She
pointed at the water beside her. "Ranma, enough. Boy, girl or something
else - get in. Now."

"Just remember, you insisted," Ranma replied with half hidden glee. With
a quick step, she sank into the water, feeling the change take place.

"About ti..." Akane trailed off. Ranma's hair was suddenly black instead
of red. And her chest! Where had it gone?! Instead of the large pink
nubs which had been standing out all this time, the tiny bumps were
almost child sized. "Wha..." The word didn't even fully emerge. Akane's
eyes were dragged down as if by gravity. Bare centimeters below the
surface of the water she could clearly see a large, rigid, *throbbing*
pole of flesh, seeming to point right at her.

Akane leaped straight up, still staring down, water streaming off her
body. "What ... what ... what *are* you?!"

Ranma shrugged. "I'm a boy. I *told* you so. You promised it was okay."

Akane's face turned red. Lightning flashed in her eyes as her hands
balled into fists. "You perv...!" she began.

But Ranma was already speaking. "You *swore* on your *honor* you
wouldn't blame me! I told you and *told you* that I was really a boy."
He allowed his eyes to visibly travel up and down her body.

"Yes, but ... but ... but ..." She suddenly realized what his eyes were
doing, and that her towel was nowhere nearby. "Eep!" she cried as one
hand slapped in front of her trim little bush and the other arm went
across her nipples. With a splash she fell back into the water.

Ranma continued relentlessly. "So. Are you going to get angry and blame
me after all? Even though you swore you wouldn't?"

"But ... but ... but ..." Akane's brain wasn't functioning properly. She
*had* said something like that, hadn't she? How the hell had things
ended up like this? "You ... you tricked me!" she finally got out.

Ranma shook his head. "Don't see how you can say that. I told you I was
a boy. In fact, I swore to it on my honor as a martial artist. Or did
you think I'd lie about an oath like that? If so, I'm gonna be pretty
insulted, and get pretty mad myself." He allowed himself to scowl.

Akane took a moment to check that the most important bits were
adequately, if only by the barest margin, covered. At the same time, she
tried to think. She was naked, in the furo, with a boy who had easily
defeated her in the dojo, and he was starting to look angry. Her rage
had wilted as he put her on the defensive, and she gulped nervously as
she looked at the determination in his eyes.

"Not ... not *lied*," she said hoarsely. "But I thought you were ...
mistaken. Mixed up. That you'd gotten some screwy notion in your head."
Her brain was starting to clear. "And you *were* a girl!" She looked him
over again, seeing that unlike herself he wasn't bothering to hide
himself at all. Blushing furiously, Akane jerked her eyes back upward
again. "I know you were a girl. But now you're a boy. Which are you?
*What* are you?"

Ranma leaned back, but kept his eyes on her. After all, he figured,
she'd given him her permission. "I have a curse," he told her. "Pop's
fault. Pretty damned inconvenient at times, let me tell you. I'm really
a boy - this is the real me." He swept his arm downward, and smirked as
her eyes followed the movement for a second before jumping back up
again, her blush deepening. "But sometimes I'm a girl," he finished. He
decided not to explain the mechanics just now.

Akane frowned, wishing she could escape this impossible situation. "I
still say you tricked me. You could've ... you could've insisted harder!
Or told me you were cursed."

Ranma lifted his eyebrows. "So you would've believed me if I told you I
had a curse? Hmm?" He looked at her questioningly.

Akane blinked at him. "Well, uh ..." She couldn't think of how to finish
the sentence.

Ranma decided to add, "I have to admit, I wasn't a hundred percent
convinced you'd keep *your* promise, not to blame me or get angry. Maybe
you really are a martial artist, if you can keep an oath like that under
these sorta circumstances."

Akane didn't know how to respond to *that* one. On the one hand, she was
pleased to hear him admit she was a real martial artist. On the other
hand, agreeing with him meant that she'd have to keep her temper and
*not* blame him. And she really, really wanted to blame the jerk.

"You're looking all tense," Ranma offered. "Would you like me to massage
your back or anything?" He couldn't help the grin which accompanied
this.

Akane's expression darkened. In a clipped voice she told him, "Okay,
I've kept my word. And now I'm leaving. You will close your eyes. You
will not open them. I am swearing to you - *now* - that if I see so much
as a sliver of eyeball before I get out of this room that I will break
every bone in your body. Understood? And you will not speak to *anyone*
of this. Ever!"

Ranma's grin broadened, but he gave her an acknowledging wave and closed
his eyes. Of course, he hadn't promised anything. Through slit eyelids
he watched her gorgeous ass sway as she walked across the room and
slipped out through the door. He sank back and allowed himself a heavy,
contented sigh.

/All right/, he thought, soaking in the warmth. /Now how can I get a
look at one of the other two girls?/

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