All Girl? Wrong Answer

Looking on the wonderfully built, redheaded cutie who is feeling her 4’ 11’’ next to your male 5’11’’, you unbuckle. The pants are already dropped before you realize you could have had her take them off. It wouldn’t have been like before because now she was more Ranko than Ranma; she is thinking more like a girl. And a naked one at that. You have convinced the martial artist that to become the indomitable male, she has to - probably (Keep the loopholes!) - be a female that allows herself to be dominated.

Your hand around her wrist, you draw her to you. And to the prick in your briefs. Your other hand moves down your shirt she has so loosely on. You go past the simple, closed dancing hold to take her butt. She has buns of steel. In fact, all of her muscles are like tight coils that could spring at any moment.

But over those is an arousing softness. Especially over her buns. And most especially over her pecs. You know this as her shirted boobs are up against your shirtless body.

You knead her buttocks enough for her raise to her tiptoes. You also feel you are pressing your luck. You dare to press your prick further against her warmth.

“Remember, you are doing this for the man you,...” Your man; the man-among-men who makes you wet. “...Ranko.” You feel the coils tighten even more. But only for a few seconds. She does not release her pent-up energy on you. She accepts being called “Ranko”. At least for now.

“I am going to train you in sex so you can have sex with…” is this where the coils snap loose on you? “...Ranma.”

“I didn’t say I wanted that! I don’t even -” the trouble she has with lying stops her. Oh, ho! This paragon of the celibate warrior HAS masturbated! That self-knowledge has locked up her muscles. Her guilt is probably from having gotten off on what the guy remembered about the nude girl in the mirror. “- I couldn’t really do it for real with one body at a time!”

“You can! Sort of. And it can be BETTER than the real thing. Sort of. All it takes is your superior body awareness and your memory of it!”

She backs her butt up against your hand. But it’s to pull herself away from you. “I can’t ‘Sort of’ really do it, then! My “superior body awareness” is stuck in each body. I DON’T remember what it’s like to be a girl when I’m a guy!” And you can see on her face what bothers her the most is that she can’t remember what it’s like to be a guy now, while she’s a girl. In his body; in his brain. Maybe even, right now, in his mind. (How could Ranma's male way of thinking just seem to disappear?)