You, Ranko and Ranma, We All Have Weak Spots

Your roboslut has made you feel what it would be like for Ranma to be Ranko, the all-girl version of himself. Her positronic brain is pressing YOUR buttons. It seems that’s what she meant to do. Her programming is going beyond your specifications to bring out implications you haven’t, and maybe can’t, anticipate. This keeps her above a mere automaton; it makes her more like a real person. And leaves you easily falling into thinking of her as the REAL Saotome(s) you’re such a fan of.

You’re such a fan, remember, of all the robosluts you could have had, you sacrificed your savings for her.

You go from merely holding her near you, to hugging her to you. You feel a human-like warmth and female softness and it becomes to be about far more than money. This little cutie is so close to your fantasy girl come to life she may as well be Saotome. Forget she isn’t. If she is a roboslut, let yourself get lost in her game theory plays. Suspend disbelief. Believe she has been transported here from a dimension where Jusenkyo does exist. Maybe she has.

Your strong arm around her back, you press her braless C+ bust to your bare chest; your weaker hand is on and in her red hair, as she rests her forehead on your shoulder. “Ranma’s rejection of you runs that deep, huh? The answer is to…” for a moment you worry if this is the right answer, “...give him memories he’ll have a hard time rejecting.”

“How?” She doubts memories like that can be created.

“By showing him what he’s missing. He is full of sexual inhibitions and complexes, but I am not. Make me his proxy: Do for me, what you can do for him. Tell yourself - Tell him! - that HE could be in my place. Imagine I am him. Fantasize about him!”

She lifts her head up. There is hope in her big, blue eyes.

That she dashes. “He’ll hate me! He’ll see only HIMSELF being used as a woman.”

Your hands move to take her by her cute cheeks. “No! Remember and remind him: By your Word of Honor, you have to be used as a woman anyway. He couldn’t deal with it. He left you.” You take her chin and lifted her head to fully face yours. “He left you to be a woman.”

She fretted over something. “He - My male self didn’t leave me. I’m - he’s waiting. Ranm- ”

“Good,” you say, closing her mouth. As you bring your mouths closer, you say, “Let’s make Ranma jealous.”