A mousy girl looking for nicer hair

Ranko had to return to school eventually. Her Father had hung up a girl's school uniform for her and told her she couldn't miss too many classes. In this new life, Ranko's value as a martial artist and heir was far less than it had been before. It was a realization that was more depressing than relieving. With a great deal of flustered mumbling, Genma also suggested Ranko should probably start wearing a bra when she goes out. "It's only proper for a young lady." Ranko would have argued, but spending the past few days as a much weaker girl, she was really starting to feel the strain on her back and shoulders from lugging around such large assets. Now, she was actually thankful that she'd received those bras as part of the transaction.

At school, no one made any fuss about her showing up to class in her female form. It just seemed completely natural for her to be there. Some commented about her actually wearing a uniform instead of her usual martial artist's outfit, but no one seemed to treat her like she'd ever been Ranma. In class, she finally caved and put on the glasses, which got some snickers and giggles from some of her classmates. "You look like a total dork with those on! Gonna give up on martial arts and start hitting books instead, Ranko?" one classmate teased playfully.

Ranko was planning on heading home when Nabiki showed up again. "Hey.. Ranma~" that glint in her eye confirmed it. Nabiki still remembered everything from Ranko's real life. In an instantly, Ranko found herself so mad that she tried to take a swing at Nabiki, who easily caught her hand. Ranko still had the martial arts knowledge, but she had all the **** of a stiff breeze behind it. "Now now! We've made so much money, and if you stick this out, you'll have completely paid off your debt to me and soon you'll have enough money to buy back a male body that doesn't turn into a girl at all!" Ranko was flustered and shaky, but she didn't have much choice. "If we can find a girl who wants to be a boy, I'm sure we can find a boy who wants to be a girl.." Nabiki always knew just what to say.

The customer this time was a girl with a round, full face and frizzy, messy hair that poofed out around her head. When she heard Nabiki was offering cosmetic services the first thing she wanted was to have bouncy, glossy hair like Ranko's, and if it was truly possible, a slim, cute face too. Ranko had never been one to obsess about her feminine looks, but she never thought that losing her naturally healthy hair was a possibility.. But soon the ledger snapped shut and Ranko found herself trading with the other girl without any protest. Not like she could fight her way out of it...

Ranko's hair lost it's natural sheen and lustrous color and started to dull, becoming less bouncy and hanging over her head. Her pigtail popped loose and her hair spilled out like a frizzy mane. She tried pulling it back into a single braid, but it was too unruly and she was **** to tie it into two puffy pigtails that hung over her shoulders. The change to her face was more jarring, like someone was injected air into her face. In a matter of moments, she'd gained the girl's round, plump cheekbones, making her freckle-splashed face stand out even more. The girl looked quite pretty now, with smooth, full hair that spilled off her head like flowing water, and a slim, angular face that looked wonderful surrounded by such lovely hair.