The Laws: Free Use versus Supply and Demand!

Ranma could have ducked; I didn’t want him to. I wanted to see him in his cute yet curvy girl-body. That’s where my thoughts were. They were not on where my mind was. I was inside Ranma’s body. When I wasn’t preoccupied with my own, I had felt completely what he had been feeling, emotionally and physically. I was now going to feel what it was like to be a woman.

The sex change was all but instantaneous. It was like going up too quickly in an elevator as the center of weight shot from the chest to the belly. This contrasted with my POV dropped several inches as Ranma became shorter. It could have been enough to give a person vertigo. I went from having large muscles just below thick skin to slender ones separated from thin skin by a firm cushion of softness. The greater portion of the body’s sense of give and jiggle were in, of course, the boobs and butt cheeks. I was surprised it weren’t Ranma’s C cup chest I was more aware of; it was her butt, hips, and thighs. I could now understand why so many women wondered if their butt was too big.

“The quicker you can get used to being free-use for any guy who wants to get his rocks off, Saotome, the quicker you can figure out how you can deal with being a cumdump. You may even be able to use it to your advantage...like I do.” The topless Nabiki lifted her 40H boobs with the back of one arm while reaching below the counter to take her own pussy.

I wasn’t used to becoming a woman, but Ranma was. Being a woman, was another matter. “I don’t want to be paid by no loser that likes bein’ humiliated by a girl. Geez! No girl can say no to them but they only want a girl who does say no!”

“Technically, I can’t say no. That would break the Free Use Law. That’s where my intelligence comes in, and that’s what lets you out, you impulsive jerk.” She began raising her skirt’s straps back over her bimbo boobs and snapping them at the collar. “Anyway, you have yet to understand another law: Supply and Demand. But perhaps you can if put in non-economic terms.

“Your demand is for opponents that can at least keep your martial arts skills sharp. The moment you become legal and free-use, your supply of opponents falls dramatically. You, when a woman, will only be allowed to fight men who don’t want you sexually. You will basically be left to go against your Code and fight just women or guys in women’s bodies. Give or take the odd pig, duck or panda.” She leaned on the countertop and pushed away a hip. Her boobs barely stayed behind straps just wide enough to cover her nipples.

“But even then, women have figured out ways to use the FUL to legally require other women to be freely used even by those of their own kind.” She smirked at the now red-haired pigtailed girl. “I’ll show you how in a few days. It ought to be fun to do more with that sexy body of yours than have it pose for my pictures.”

Ranma tried to hide the shudder that went through her. She knew Nabiki would take full advantage of her free-use free-use status.

“Since it is beyond my interest to solve that supply problem you’re facing, I’m going to let you deal with it in your own way, on your own terms. - Just like all other women. But, Saotome,” Nabiki’s expression softened into one of almost respect, “I think you can. You have demonstrated far more than once that whether a son or a daughter, you are a Child of Mother Necessity.”

I felt Ranma’s pride rise up inside him again. Until that is, what he heard next. “But you’re too stubborn and set in your trained ways to do it the easy way! You have to be pushed to the limit before you too long last win a battle!"