Impending Legal

Do I want to be in an anime? I was kind of anime would I want to be in? What were my wants, my fantasies?

Suddenly there was a blur as if time were swiftly fast forwarded. Years seemed to pass in minutes. And then everything slowed to an everyday pace, in an everyday place. Where was I now?

I know I’d seen this restaurant somewhere in some anime episode. And I know I’d seen these two guys sitting across from me. But I couldn’t place them right then because I was distracted by my body; it wasn’t my body! This one was so lithe and firm, with strength like a tightly wound spring ready to be released. The bare arms displayed the defined muscles that I could feel beneath the clothes I was wearing. I don’t remember being so masculine. I swear I could almost feel the musk.

“Ranma? Ranma. Earth to Ranma!”

Ranma? Only when hearing the name did I realize whose body I was in, and recognize the kung fu red shirt and navy pants of that martial artist. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed that I wasn’t looking down at that magnificent bust of his girl-half.

“You’ll remember these ice cream parfaits we’re giving you, right, Old Buddy?!” Hiroshi almost demanded.

I felt the frown and resentment. They weren’t mine; and neither were the words, “Wrong move, ‘Old Buddy’. I only eat stuff like this when I’m a girl.”

“That’s when we want you to remember - when you’re a girl!” Daisuke said more bluntly than his other buddy. “When you’re legal! It’s only” - there was a groan inside that ‘only’ - “a few more days before you’re 18 - And free-use!”

“I don’t know if I gotta be free-use, man! I ain’t a real girl! Legally, I’m a guy! And I’m a martial artist! I may just fight that Law!” Down at the core of his gender identity, Ranma was preparing against the final **** on his manhood. As a wall, it would remain, but be easily breached by three open holes. And the memories of an army of men who had their cocks would remain inside his fortress, to mock all that he had been before his curse.

“But if you do become free-use, let us be the ones to use you freely!” Hiroshi almost begged.

“Shouldn’t your first times be with your best friends? Who better help you get you used to being a cumdump?!” Daisuke said. (Ranma barely flinched at the word, apparently having heard ‘cumdump’ used often enough.)

“Stay with us the night before and spend your birthday with us.”

“Or I could just stay dry and spend the whole day as a guy.” As if that could happen. Had there ever been a day almost two years ago that Ranma hadn’t gotten wet and become his girl-half? Even Ranma knew the odds of that happening, though. So, he said, “You won’t have me all to yourselves, you know. Free-use or not, there’s gonna be a hentai-horde of guys after my cursed bod when I’m 18. Most all of them will be better athletes than you, and many martial artists, too. A few will be almost up to my abilities. You’ll be lucky if you two just end up in a hospital.”

“We’re ready to take the chance!” Daisuke said.

“Look, Ranma, we know there’s going to be a long line waiting have their way with your female form. We just want to be near the beginning. We can have any girl we can find, but you're not like any girl! You're different! We want to have you before you become like other free-use girls.”

"I won't be like other girls because I wasn't a girl to begin with! I am Ranma Saotome, and I will find a way to be different from girls, even if I do end up havin' to be free-use!"

What kind of fetish had I wished myself into?!?