What's up with Ranma?

Ranma slid her back against her bedroom door, hissing loudly as she fell into a crouched position. Labored breaths racking her frame, eyes closed in deep concentration. She steadied herself, she’d almost been caught...by Nabiki of all people. She was thankful the silk trousers were dark and thick enough to hide all the evidence of her little pleasurable ritual, something she’d grown addicted to since she’d been double cursed.

Food didn’t taste the same as it did when she was a guy, there was always something missing. Sure she gorged herself all the time, and engaged in speed eating with her father...but only as a boy. She didn’t know if anyone had been aware how her eating habits had differed with the change in genders, but so far nobody had commented on it. That just meant she had to be extra discreet, becoming addicted to the pleasurable sensations her mouth had brought her thanks to that old crones curse.

Over time she grew accustomed to the thrill of it, and waited until she had satisfied herself before changing back. Satisfaction usually came in the form of ice cream bars or a large bottle of soda, jumbo pickles, hot dogs, corn dogs, sausages, pretty much anything she could wrap her lips around.

She shuffled over to her knapsack, thankful to finally have a room to herself since her mother had moved in. Her parents shared a room down the hall, and she was always glad to not be shacked up with that fat ball of smelly fur anymore. She’d grabbed her stash of secret snacks, some were hidden in places throughout the house. She’d stashed candy bars, and pastries in most of the places she’d visited. In case she’d become a girl suddenly, she’d learnt a simple version of Mousse’s hidden weapon techniques just to keep some snacks handy in case of emergencies.

She’d become somewhat of a chocolate fiend over the past two years, becoming quite the collector of rare and exotic editions of her favorite brands. The variety of flavors offered in japanese candies all served to enhance the experiences she had with her unique oral curse, being especially fond of the odd flavored Kit-Kats and Caplico sugar wafer cones. Kinako, anko, matcha, soy, okinawan potato, and peach Kit-Kats among her favorite, Pocky biscuit sticks of all varieties and sizes. Creamy Tokyo banana cakes, and would even fawn over the imported chocolate bars when she could. Flirting with the candy shop clerk always earned her first picks of all the freshest stock, charleston chews, mars bars, paydays, snickers, and twix’s, carmellos, three musketeers, and her favorite toblerones.

Each offered their own unique...sensations, becoming quite the glutton for them. Hoarding them whenever she could. She was surprised one morning to discover her mother cleaning up her room and came across one of her many hidden caches of candy bars. She was prepared to get an earful for being sneaky with so many sugary treats, when her mother just giggled heartily. Placing the loose floorboard back where it was, and turning to her panicked daughter.

“Don't worry Ranma, despite my good looks you’ve also seemed to have inherited my sweet tooth as well” Her mom winked, while Ranma blushed at being discovered. Her mom could never learn the real truth behind her addiction, more than just a normal craving. She sighed, thinking of her mom had served to cool the fire in her loins at least.

She could now think more clearly, at least enough to remove her soggy bottoms. She debated if it was even worth it to finish off what she started in the dining room, a performance she had done many times before. Although she had least gotten to her sixth or seventh climax before she had to come to her room for dessert, she’d gotten lost in her little act of taboo when she noticed Nabiki had been watching her. Of course she would always watch her, especially when she was in female form...or have a squirt gun handy just in case. Though with Nabiki, the liquid contents of the squirt gun were dubious at best.

Ranma had always had to run interference whenever her mom and Nabiki were alone, everyone under the sun would always mix them up because Ranma's curse made her look like a near identical twin to her mother even down to the way they wore their hair and manner of dress. However it did help them save money on clothing, even if Ranma was embarrassed to admit it. They did have similar tastes in clothing after all, and it was far easier to wear clothes already tailored for her body even if it was rather snug in the chest.

Thinking about her mom brought up a rather sore subject, especially at school. She tersely remembered when she first showed up dropping off a bento, she was so excited to meet her baby boy after their long awaited reunion. He’d gotten splashed by some jerk “accidentally” spilling his drink on him during lunch, and after shoving the said jerk into a nearby trashcan was met with gasps as he saw his mother demurely shuffling along in her blue silk blouse. Akane had intercepted Kuno before his brain exploded thankfully, but the damage was done and their secret was out. The schoolyard erupted into mass confusion and many catcalls as the “twin” redheads were swarmed by a mass of gossiping girls and perverted boys. Even months after that incident she was still getting hounded by dirty jokes and rumors about her and her mother. So she was unnaturally young looking, most girls were jealous and a lot of boys didn't care. She’d often find boys at school in possession of “Nodoka pics” sold by none other than Nabiki herself, even if ninety percent of them were pictures of herself. It still did more than to just tick her off, not only were they creeping on her...but her mom as well? She could handle the creeps, but her mom was two sweet to be used as “jerk bait”. And no matter how many times she’d dusted Hiroshi and Daisuke into the waste baskets, they never let up about the quandaries of what Ranma herself would look like as a milf.

Stupid perverts, she sighed unwrapping a twelve inch toblerone with almonds.