Open, So Say Me!

Why’d ya hafta think THAT!?! Ranma cursed to herself. If she came to her senses she could see as well as anybody just how homely Ikki was. But her sanity only lasted for less than a minute. It hadn’t been strong enough to fight off being in love with that wrinkled, ancient ghoul, Cologne after her male body had swallowed the instant love pill from this bracelet she now had on, so what hope did she have not being in love with Ikki?

Maybe because he was a GUY! Maybe because she would be love with a GUY for longer than an instant! Maybe because love has peaks and troughs and weakens over time!

No good, Ranma told herself. In her travels, she’d seen thousands of couples who didn’t like each other but still stayed together because, she guessed, they still loved each other. Was that what was going to happen to them. THEM!? And SHE was going to be the (ugh!) girlfriend,- the WIFE!?! What happens when she becomes a GUY herself again?!? Sick! Icky.

“Uh, yes?” Ikki asked, thinking she had said his name.

The sound of his voice went from her ears through her nipples and to her clit! Ranma was lovesick again! She had the training to defeat her lusts. What she didn’t have was the will, not when she was in this body. And in this body, she was allowed to do girl stuff. In her male body - “There’s a guy I know and he’s seen me naked lots of times! Lots! But he and me never have done nothing together….”

“What was he, gay?”

“No!! He ain’t - I mean, he isn’t gay.” But it might be better if he were. “He has The Perfect Warrior’s Chastity of Power Storage!” But even if he didn’t, my other body can’t touch this body. “What I’m trying to say is, well, uh…” Geez! Be the girl, already! “I know what ordinary guys want, and I’m gonna give it to you, this, my cute, little, big boobed body! Make love to it!” She **** her hands to her tank top and lifted it up.

Talk about being a predator! Ikki told himself. But the sight of her nude boobs and their hard nipples made his dick to stir. She was offering them to him. He just had to reach out and….

The twenty-two-year-old remembered where they were outdoors. Privacy walls or not, the respectable neighbors would be able to see everything happening in his front yard from their second stories. The less respectable neighbors could look down from their apartment windows.

He rushed to his front door, grateful that because he had to carry loads in and out, he had installed voice-activated locks. “Sesame!!” he yelled, hoping to get inside before the topless redhead. If he didn’t, he KNEW the schemer would have her way with him! Unlike his heroes, he was weak.