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 5. Day 15

Genma looked over his shoulder at the boy strolling along behind him,
hands clasped behind his back and whistling cheerfully. He gave a
suspicious grunt and said, "I'm pleased to see you're taking this so
well. I was sure you'd at least complain about it."

Ranma waved a hand dismissively. "Nah. I'm sure any girl you pick for me
will make a great fiancee."

Genma stared at his son even harder on hearing this. However, the boy
was following obediently and not showing any sign of looking for escape
routes, so he just grunted again and continued.

"Hey pop. Why don't you get us a couple of okonomiyaki? My treat."

Genma turned around to see his son holding out some yen notes and
pointing across the street. Grabbing the money by instinct, he turned
his eyes to follow the boy's finger. There was indeed an okonomiyaki
shop right there, and he now noticed the enticing aroma coming from
inside even at this early hour. His stomach growled and he didn't bother
to ask where the boy had come by this money. He hadn't eaten since
yesterday and a stampede in the middle of the street wouldn't stop him
right now.

Ranma watched his father go with a grin. He found that he didn't feel
much remorse over the man whose pocket he'd picked. After all, his
wallet would be full again tomorrow morning. He was also certain his pop
wouldn't bother to share any of the food, but that was only to be
expected. He could grab a bite for himself later. For now, he took the
opportunity of his father's absence to duck into a store on this side of
the street.

Pointing at a display on the counter, Ranma said to the clerk, "I'd like
one of those disposable cell phones please."

A minute later he stepped outside and dialed 110.

"Police. What's the nature of your emergency?"

"Help!" Ranma shouted. "There's a wild panda bear running around loose
on Mejiro, terrorizing people! It's chasing people right and left,
swinging its claws at them! Oh crap, it's headed this ..." He hung up.

Looking across the street, he muttered, "Come on, pop. There's only a
couple more minutes."

Genma emerged from the restaurant a minute later, licking his fingers.
He didn't even make it all the way across the road before the rain
arrived, right on schedule. Ranma raised her hands to her mouth and
shouted in the panda's direction, "I changed my mind, pop! I'm headed
back to China!" Then she took off running.

She didn't bother trying to fight. She just concentrated on staying out
of the bear's reach. She also remembered to look panicked and give off a
scream now and then. This helped to alert the people ahead of her, who
panicked for real and ran for their lives. Ranma saw with satisfaction
that several of them were making calls on their cell phones as they ran.
Even if the police had dismissed hers as a crank call, they'd be
responding now.

Three blocks later, a police car suddenly pulled out of a side street,
blocking the way. Ranma leaped over it. The panda bear leaped it as
well, but Ranma had dropped to the road, scooted underneath, and started
running back the other way. Before she'd returned to their starting
point, two more police cars pulled out in front of her, and the
policemen who jumped out were holding rifles. They didn't hesitate, but
lifted them and fired immediately.

Ranma breathed a sigh of relief on hearing the guns' reports.
Tranquilizer rifles, as she'd hoped. When she'd come up with this plan,
she'd told herself it wouldn't *really* matter if they used bullets. Her
pop would be alive again tomorrow. But on the whole she was just as glad
it turned out this way.

Ranma kept running, not wanting to answer a lot of questions. She turned
down a side road, then doubled back. It was time to head to the Tendo
home, and put the rest of today's plan into effect.

                               o - o - o

"Well, he *said* he had a son!"

"Do *you* see a son ..." Nabiki looked down, startled, at her hand
enclosed in the firm handclasp of their unexpected visitor. A hand she
had expected to be holding something else entirely, hopefully to the
embarrassment of the girl who had put her so off balance.

"Pleased to meet ya," Ranma said to her, releasing the hand again
immediately. "And I'm afraid pop lied," she said with a sigh. "I'm his
*daughter* Ranma, but the bastard was planning to trick you into
thinking I'm his son."

"If you'll pardon me, Ranma-chan," Kasumi stated sweetly, "I don't see
how that would be possible. It's rather, um, obvious that you're not a
boy."

Ranma made her features darken, putting on a good impression of raging
fury. "That's why I'm alone now," she spat. "You wouldn't believe what
that son of a - 'scuse me - what he did. I told him if I ever saw him
again I'd kill him, and I ain't sure but that I might mean it. But I
figured you deserved to know the truth. 'S why I'm here."

"What truth?" Nabiki asked, confused.

Ranma reached back to fiddle with her pigtail. "No way you'll believe
me. Wish I didn't. But the old bastard managed to get me cursed to turn
into a boy. Then he was gonna drag me here and tell ya I really *was* a
boy."

Akane looked at the girl beside her dubiously. "Uh, but you haven't.
Been turned into a boy, that is."

Ranma twisted her mouth sourly. This was the key point. "It ain't
permanent. Thank God. But all he needs to do, all *anyone* needs to do,
is splash me with some hot water and I turn into a *freakin' boy!*" The
last part was yelled, as she doubled over, arms wrapped around her
stomach, as if the idea was so unbearable it brought physical pain. The
truth was Ranma just wanted to lower her face enough that no one could
get a good look, since she wasn't sure just how convincing an expression
she was managing.

"On come on!" Nabiki blurted in exasperation. "You're talking about
honest to God magic! Next thing you'll be telling us oni are real, and
that people can toss chunks of chi around."

No one noticed the uncomfortable look that passed across Soun's face.

Nabiki sat back, crossing her arms. "If you're not just making this up,
then maybe your father just hypnotized you or something. To make you
*think* you turn into a girl."

Ranma lifted her gaze, eyes blazing. This gave her the perfect segue, to
offer her own plan before someone else suggested something simpler like
a hot water kettle. "Yeah, I'm sure that would've convinced you lot that
I was a boy! What kind've plan would thatta been? You don't believe me?
Fine! I'll prove it! You got a furo in a house like this, right? You
girls come with me! I'll *show* ya what hot water does."

She jumped to her feet, crossing her own arms over her chest. "Well?"

Kasumi rose to her feet gracefully, clearing her throat. It was best to
humor the strange girl, but she found herself wondering, if it just
might be possible ... well, hopefully not, for the poor girl's sake.
"This way, Ranma-chan."

Akane also rose to her feet, unable to believe the weird claim, but
honestly curious. Grumbling and rolling her eyes, Nabiki also stood and
followed.

Still lying on the floor, Soun considered everything he had heard,
wondering if there might be a way to retrieve something from this
disaster after all.

                               o - o - o

Once in the bathing room, Ranma marched right over to the furo and
removed the lid. Holding the towel she had picked up on her march
through the outer room, the red-haired girl knelt beside the tub and
hung her head over the edge. "Should be simple enough," she grated. "If
you don't mind sparing me the awkwardness of trying to dunk my head,
could someone take a bucketful of the hot water and pour it over me?
Over my head, I mean. I'd like to keep my clothes dry, and that oughta
be enough to trigger the curse."

Kasumi quietly stepped closer, picking up a nearby bucket, and scooping
water from inside the furo. She paused for a moment, then mentally
shrugged. Tipping the bucket, the oldest girl allowed a stream of water
to pour down over the scarlet locks.

A moment later the bucket hit the floor, as Kasumi staggered back.
Unlike her sisters, she was in position to see the hair change instantly
to black. "Oneechan?" inquired Akane, nervously.

Then Ranma stood and turned. Both of the other sisters jumped back with
exclamations. Akane plastered herself against a wall, squinting her
eyes, trying to make them focus properly. Nabiki fell flat on her ass.
"What, what, ..." the middle Tendo daughter stuttered.

Ranma dropped to his knees, burying his face in the towel, forcing his
laughs to come out sounding like sobs. Pitching his voice to sound as
feminine as he could manage, he squealed, "Now do you see! Now do you
see what a freak I am! Oh God! No boy will ever like me! I'll never go
on a date, never be kissed, never get married! Even girls won't want to
be around me! Admit it! You hate me! You can't even stand being in the
same room with me!" With that he gave a very creditable imitation of
breaking down into broken weeping, while rubbing the towel against his
eyes to redden them.

Her naturally sweet nature coming to the fore, Kasumi crouched instantly
beside the ... boy ... and placed an arm over his shoulders. "Now that's
just not true," she said firmly. "I'm sure we were all just startled.
What that man who calls himself your father did was horrible, but it's
not your fault. I'm sure you're still the same sweet girl inside that
you always were." Kasumi cast her gaze over her shoulder, looking at her
two sisters beseechingly.

Akane broke free from her shock, responding to that silent plea. With
her older sister's gaze fixed upon her, she forced herself to accept
that the male figure in front of her was truly a girl, and not one of
the perverted boys from school. Akane tried to imagine what it would be
like if she suddenly found herself stuck in a boy's body, and shuddered
violently. Tentatively she walked over and knelt behind the pigtailed
boy, and steeling herself, wrapped her arms around his stomach, hugging
him. She swallowed heavily at the feel of the rock hard abs under her
forearms.

Nabiki had a harder time pulling herself out of her daze. The words
"Magic is real! Magic is real!" kept circling around and around inside
her brain. She lifted her eyes, uncomprehending, as Kasumi cleared her
throat. Both of her sisters were hugging the ... the ... *thing* ...
which had come into their house.

Kasumi frowned. Nabiki trembled. A frown from Kasumi was worse than any
tongue lashing that any adult had ever given her. The younger sister
tried to shake her head. Kasumi's frown deepened, verging on a scowl.
Nabiki swallowed hard, then slowly, slowly, crawled over to join the
group. Reaching over, she awkwardly patted the back of the boy in their
midst.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Ranma managed a sniffle. "I just feel so creepy
when people look at me like that. Like some sort of unclean thing." He
looked around and gave a dry chuckle. "At least I'm in a bathing room.
Maybe enough scrubbing will let me feel clean again. Except ..." He let
his voice trail off, then looked down and continued in a whisper,
"except I don't really want to be alone right now."

Kasumi considered that. This poor, lonely girl could really use some
support right now. Still, in her present form ... "How long does the
effect take to wear off? I mean, how long until you change back to a
girl?"

Ranma looked at the older girl and gave a crooked smile. "No time at
all. All I need is some cold water. Hot water girl, cold water boy, see?
If I stick my head under the shower over there I can be back to my real
self." He hung his head. "Until the next time I get hit with some hot
water, that is." Shaking himself, he looked around again. "I really
could use a bath." Ranma was rather proud of the slight tremor he
injected into that statement.

Kasumi nodded her head firmly. "Then we'll all take a bath, just four
girls together. There's no need at all for you to be alone. Why don't
you change back like you said, and join us out in the changing room?"

Akane stared blankly at her oldest sister. "We will?" At the look she
got back, she hastily changed that to, "Of course we will!"

Nabiki was finally throwing off her sense of shock, and kicking herself
for acting like a brainless idiot, even temporarily. Okay, so magic was
real. You learn something new every day, right? It's not like the girl
... boy ... girl was any threat to them - she was just a person with
something really weird about her. And it wasn't like she didn't already
know some weird people. She ought to be keeping her head about her, and
figuring out how to profit from the situation. Which first of all meant
learning some more. Nodding her own head, and forcing her voice to
remain firm, she confirmed, "Sure, it'll be fun. All four of us sharing
a bath. A little girl time together. I'm sure that's just what you
need."

                               o - o - o

Ranma was careful not to stare too intently as she drank in the sights
around her, paying little attention to the chatter about life in the
Tendo home and Nerima in general. She'd already gotten some pretty good
looks at Akane, but seeing her again was a pleasant treat. Kasumi was a
much more mature, curvier version of the younger girl, although she
doubted the more athletic Akane would ever match the oldest sister's
mouthwateringly large - yet still youthfully firm - bust. The middle
girl Nabiki unsurprisingly lay somewhere between the two, but at the
same time bore less resemblance to either of her sisters. Her movements
were more conspicuously sensuous for one thing, though in a
non-self-conscious fashion which spoke of either natural instinct or
long practice.

She was also - Ranma wasn't sure just what word to use here -
bichromatic? Whereas the carpet matched the drapes for both of the other
girls, deep black for Akane and soft brown for Kasumi, in Nabiki's case
her hair was only a slightly darker brown than her older sister's, but
her bush was almost as dark a black as the younger's. At least insofar
as Ranma could tell from what there was of it. The redhead had to stop
herself several times from staring at the thin stripe of hair, wondering
why it grew so differently from her own and both of the girl's sisters.

Eventually, given the tone of some of the comments about her own chest,
Ranma decided it might be safe to ask. "Excuse me, but why is your hair,
um, down *there*, so ..." She put her thumb and index finger close
together, and moved them up and down a few centimeters.

Nabiki laughed loudly, dropping her soapy brush and then scrambling
after it. Sitting back up, she wheezed, "What? You've never seen a girl
who shaved before? Granted, neither of my sisters bother with more than
a slight trim, but you're lucky that red hair of yours is naturally
pretty sparse, letting it grow wild like that. Don't you worry that boys
might notice when you wear a swimsuit?"

Ranma looked down between her own legs, blinking in amazement, then cast
her gaze toward the other two girls. Both Akane and Kasumi gave her
smiles and slight nods. "You ... you shave it? Isn't that dangerous?"

Nabiki laughed again. "Not as long as you're careful. It's not like you
hack at it with a machete, after all." Her smile becoming sly, she
asked, "Would you like me to shave yours for you?"

Ranma gulped, heavily. "Maybe ... some other day. When I'm feeling more,
uh, experimental." After all, she reflected, there were probably going
to be a *lot* more days like this.

Nabiki gave a quieter, but evil chuckle. "If you're sure ..."

Kasumi pursed her lips, suppressing her own humor. "It really is
perfectly normal, Ranma-chan. And Nabiki is right about one thing, you
probably should trim at least a little before summer arrives and you
want to go swimming."

It was the first time that Ranma had ever considered that, given her
curse, from now on swimming would have to be done as a girl. Which meant
in a girl's swimsuit. With guys ogling her. She shuddered, then told
herself firmly that there was no point in worrying about it. At the rate
things were going, she was never going to see another summer. Or even a
different day.

The girls all rinsed themselves off. Nabiki rose and stretched. "I don't
know about you guys, but I'm ready for a long soak in the furo."

Ranma raised a finger. "Little problem with that ..."

She was amused when all three girls blushed like tomatoes. Akane's hands
moved to cover herself, and Ranma wondered if the girl was even aware
she was doing so.

Nabiki recovered first and smirked. "What, afraid to let us have a look
at your male equipment? Afraid we'll die of embarrassment?"

It was Akane who answered. "Yes!" she declared in a loud, strangled
voice.

The last of Nabiki's own embarrassment vanished in her entertainment
over her younger sister's reaction. She noticed that even Kasumi was
hiding a small smile behind her hand. "Come on, little sister, wouldn't
you like a chance to check out what the real thing looks like when it's
perfectly safe? Besides, you don't want Ranma to feel like a freak, do
you?"

Ranma pointed out, "Feeling just a bit like a freak right now ..."

"There, you see?" Nabiki replied triumphantly.

"I meant the way *you're* acting," Ranma said in exasperation.

Kasumi reached over and put a hand on Akane's shoulder. Speaking gently,
she said, "While Nabiki is undoubtedly amusing herself at your expense,
she does have a point. I would like to soak, and it would be unfair to
leave Ranma out. Traditionally, families bathed as a group. And even if
Ranma will have to be male in the furo, it's not like she's *really* a
boy. She'll just be a, hmm, a somewhat unusual looking girl."

"Are you sure, oneechan?" Akane asked, looking at her maternal older
sister.

Kasumi nodded, and Akane squared her shoulders and marched over to the
furo. She lowered herself into the water and crossed her arms with a
determined look. Her two sisters joined her, and then all three looked
at Ranma expectantly.

"Are you sure?" the redhead asked, not having dared to hope that this
chance would come to pass.

"Come on, Ranma," Nabiki urged teasingly. "The water's fine. And I'm
hoping to get a good look." As planned, Akane's cheeks flamed again.

"All right," Ranma responded with intentional dubiousness. Walking over
she stepped into the tub. The change was instantaneous, and all three
girls were confronted by the proof that in this form, Ranma was
unquestionably 100% male.

Looking down, Ranma couldn't help but think, /Woops. Didn't know I was
that excited./

"Holy shit!" Akane exclaimed. "Are *all* boys that big!"

Ranma dropped into the water, his own face on fire now.

Nabiki ran her tongue over the insides of her own lips before replying.
"I'm no expert, Akane, but I think our Ranma here got a little extra
endowment there along with that curse."

Kasumi realized she was fanning her face with her hand, and immediately
plunged it back into the water. "He's not really all *that* large," she
told her sisters. "Quite a bit bigger than average, but not to any truly
unusual degree."

The oldest girl suddenly realized that the other three were all staring
at her. Thinking fast, she added, "Or at least that's what I understand
from all the medical texts I've read." Since she had a known habit of
borrowing such books from the family doctor, Akane nodded in acceptance.
Nabiki looked a little more dubious, but let the subject drop. Kasumi
hid a small sigh of relief.

Akane looked down into the water, where she was sitting. "But ... but
... how's it supposed to *fit*?"

Kasumi struggled not to smile. "Those parts *are* made to stretch, Akane
dear. After all, babies have to be able to pass through, and they're a
lot bigger even when they're just being born."

Nabiki didn't want to reveal that she'd been asking herself exactly the
same question Akane had asked out loud. Plastering another smirk on her
face to hide the flutter in her own stomach, she suggested, "Ranma,
maybe you could stand up and give us another look? Just so we can get a
better impression. I mean, it's not like there's really any reason for
you to be embarrassed, those parts not really being you, so to speak."

"What about *us* being embarrassed?" Akane whined, sinking lower into
the water.

"And why shouldn't I be embarrassed about showing myself off like some
kinda circus act?" Ranma inquired nastily. But truth to tell, he found
himself rather turned on at the idea of exhibiting himself to three such
sexy, and currently nude, girls. Clambering to his feet, he stood at
attention before them, in every sense.

Kasumi licked her lips unconsciously. "Oh my," she whispered, carefully
examining the glorious specimen before her with her eyes.

Nabiki was frankly staring. It was the first time she'd seen one for
real, and not just in photographs or online. It was astonishing how the
real thing made so much more of an impression. She suddenly realized
that the little toy she'd been using for the last year, the one she
thought meant she was prepared when she finally decided the time had
come to see what this sex thing was really all about - well, maybe that
toy might not be as large as it should be.

Akane had covered her eyes before Ranma stood. But now her fingers
slowly spread apart. Her mouth opened. Her hands slid down, unnoticed.
There was no way that could *possibly* ... but her trusted sister Kasumi
said it would. Akane tried to imagine what it would be like, feeling
herself stretch down there, then stretching more as it slowly pushed in
ever deeper. She felt herself moan softly, and immediately bit her lip.
Damn it! It was the boys who were perverts, not her! But what would it
feel like if she dared reach out and take it in her hand?

Ranma had to close his eyes and force his hands to remain at his sides.
The hungry way these girls were staring at him was unbelievably making
him even harder! He desperately wanted to do something about it, and
wondered if it would be possible to come without even touching himself.

"Ranma," Nabiki asked, hearing the timid note in her own voice and
hating it, yet at the same time unable to inject more confidence. "Do
you think, maybe, I could see what it feels like?"

Ranma suppressed a groan, unable to answer, his eyes still closed. What
was this crazy girl thinking? If she touched him ...

Soft fingers wrapped themselves around his cock.

Ranma's eyes shot open. It was Nabiki's fingers, but even as he took
this in, Kasumi's hand was pulling Nabiki's away, the oldest girl
apparently more alert to the danger. Not soon enough, however. The
slight tug as the fingers pulled away was too much, and Ranma groaned
loudly. Jets of white hot cum fired from the end of his massive rod.

Akane stared, eyes wide, trying to process what she saw coming straight
at her face.

Recognizing the imminent disaster more quickly than either of her
sisters, and realizing just how much greater that disaster could be
given Akane's position dead center in front, Kasumi moved faster than
she remembered ever moving before. She managed to intervene without a
split second to spare. Three, four, five blasts splattered thoroughly
across her face.

But the ultimate disaster was averted. Not so much as a drop struck
Akane.

Nabiki stared at the small amount of gooey cream coating her fingers,
then lifted her eyes to her older sister's face. In a choked voice she
said, "I, uh, think you might want to go wash off, oneechan." Turning
her head toward Ranma, she added with uncharacteristic meekness, "You
too. Before you, uh, drip." Looking down at her own hand once more, she
climbed out of the tub herself, holding the arm rigidly before her.

"What happened?" Akane asked in bewilderment.

Ranma gave himself a quick rinse at the shower, simultaneously changing
back into a girl. She closed her eyes, quivering, unable to erase the
image of Kasumi's face from her mind. Kasumi's face, painted with long
streamers of white cum. Drops in her hair. Thin strings dangling from
her chin. Streaks painted right across her lips. And as the older girl
had risen from the water, a tongue emerging from between those lips,
swirling around them, leaving them pink and clean where it passed. If
Ranma had remained a guy, the memory might just have made her come
again.

When she turned back around, Ranma was surprised to be enveloped in a
hug by Kasumi. Then the older girl pushed back, holding her at arms'
length, hands on her shoulders.

"Well, that was interesting," Kasumi murmured. "But I have to start
preparing lunch now." She strolled off nonchalantly.

Nabiki paused in passing by. "Interesting. Yeah. Bit of a hair trigger
there, Ranma-chan." Then she grinned. "If you're gonna be sticking
around, I'd like to have another look, sometime. After you've gained a
bit more control." With that, she passed out of the room as well.

Akane had also stopped a few steps away. She was digging the toes of one
foot into the floor, hands behind her back. Which made a very nice
presentation. "I'm sorry if I was a bit ... you know. It takes some
getting used to. But, well, you seem pretty nice. I hope we can be
friends." Her face lit up with a brilliant smile, and then she skipped
out of the room.

Ranma's muscles all sagged at once, and she leaned with her back against
the wall. "Okay. Definitely trying this one again."

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