Sissies, Stalkers, and Studs

As it turned out, the sky darkening was not just your imagination and you were left drenched and emasculated.

Stupid breasts. Back before your curse, you never considered how much having a pair of bowling balls strapped to your chest would strain your back.

The rest of the journey to school was spent in silence, Akane only directing you with grumbles and the tersest of phrases. Things did not improve when you finally made it to Furinkan highschool. Akane gestured at the gate down the street, claimed she did her part, and turned your quiet convoy around.

Did she hate being seen with you that much?

"So... 'Black Rose Kodachi...'" It was only on the return trip when you decided to prod her. The sulking Akane twitched, so you continued. "What's her problem? And what girl calls herself a 'stud?'"

Kodachi definitely was a girl. Not a "sissy" like Akane. Or a futanari, a crossdresser, or any other chick with a 'concealed carry' that might have sprung up from the pages of a hentai manga and into the real world. Her leotard was much too tight to hide anything.

"Stud? That's because she is...?" Akane grimaced. "Oh, right. Of course you didn't know..."

"What? Stud isn't just some dumb title she made?" What the hell was going on in Japan while you were away? "Wait. Sissy, stud. Don't tell me this is another weird flu?"

Akane let out a groan, her eyes straying back down to the sidewalk. "Where do I even begin..."

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"So, you joined the team and this made you a target?" You chose to file away the awkward talk on 'studs' for later. Girls with boy bits were enough for you to process for now. "And this even though you know nothing about gymnastics? Let alone, rhythmic gymnastics martial arts?"

"Kodachi was picking everyone off one by one. I couldn't just do nothing." Akane grit her teeth. "But ever since I fought off her 'ambush,' she just won't leave me alone! Wherever I go, there she is! I cant walk down the street without seeing one of her cronies spying on me! And now-now she is always catcalling and groping and harassing me!"

"Couldn't you just report her?"

"You would think!" Akane threw up her hands. "But according to our principal, 'ambushing' is legal under the rules of rhythmic gymnastics martial arts." Akane's groaned. "That lunatic..."

"So that is how it is..." Akane's situation reminded you of a certain purple-haired problem that stalked you throughout China. A crazed, violent lunatic who couldn't be bargained with and would never stop hunting you no matter where you ran and hid. The last you saw of her, you and 'pops' managed to fool her into thinking you were off to Yakusai before making a break for Tokyo. You could only pray that it stuck.

You could almost sympathize with Akane.

But, being you, you instead flashed her a coy look.

"You know, a lot of boys would kill to be chased by a hottie like her."

"I'm a girl!"

"Really? Then that's the world's biggest camel-toe you got there." You flashed a shit-eating grin. "Bigger than your boobs."

Akane's hands balled into fists. Her face gave an involuntary twitch and, with a great effort, she turned away. "Jerk." She let out a 'hmph!'

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Kasumi had taken a trip to Doctor Tofu's clinic (what an endearingly quirky man that was), only to return to see an exotically dressed girl glaring upon her household's door, as if hoping to burn through the wood with her gaze alone.

"Oh my." The oldest Tendo treated her as she did every suspicious stranger. "Aren't you adorable! What brings you here?"

"This is Ranma's house?"

"He is staying here, yes." "I'm sorry, but he has gone out for a bit."

"He will at what time return?"

"Oh, he should be back soon. Why don't you come wait inside! Are you a friend of his?"

The purple-haired warrior flashed a bubbly smile. "Ni hao!"