Ranma's new personality sinks in deeper, changing him.

(Originally written by Guyman on Writing.com)

Nabiki smirked to herself. Goddamn, was she good at this. It looks like all it took to be a good Sensei was to treat your students like dirt and make them do the same punches fifty times, and then make up some shit about grappling and call it a day. Right now her little income sour— er, students, were practicing sparring.

Even Nabiki had to admit, Ranma sure was carrying his weight in the scheme. At least three-quarters of her students were lining up to spar with the busty redhead. Nabiki hid a snort. Using 'Ranni' as a pseudonym should've given it away in three seconds — it's too bad the guys were too distracted by the bouncy bits to think.

Regardless, Ranma was playing his part perfectly. During the sets, the water bottle he was drinking from had it's cap fall off 'accidentally' and soak his top through. He even took a few seconds to 'connect the dots' before giggling at the 'Silly mistake!'. He even wrung out the bra while still wearing it, showing the bottom of those creamy globes to the agape class. It was weird though, she could have sworn that he was taller as a girl...

The sparring matches were what really got the guys' goat. 'Ranni' geared up to fight her opponents in a comically ineffective boxer's pose, bouncing on the balls of her feet, causing the guys to focus on other moving parts than her fist. But it's not like Ranma pulled his usual tricks and punched them out — he'd just punch them softly three times in the chest, and they'd put up their hands in mock surrender. Then, he'd hug them while jumping up and down, looking pleased as punch at the victory.

Nabiki'd swear that this wasn't an act, but for one of the fights. One of the sleazeballs didn't wanna play along with 'Ranni's girly punches and tried to grapple her. 'Probably trying to cop a feel directly, the dirty perv' Nabiki thought to herself. But something familiar flashed in Ranma's eyes, and before anyone could blink, the guy was on the floor out cold. Ranma kept the steely look on his face before the same vapid visage flashed on, and he flitted about the dojo in a panic because 'Like, one of my friends got hurt!'

Nabiki was a bit worried when he went out to run after, because 'He doesn't usually does that,' but shrugged it off, as per usual. Ranma probably knew what he was doing.

~Meanwhile, from Ranma's Point of View~

Something just seemed wrong about what was going on. Everyone was looking at him funny just cuz of one accident. 'What a bunch of sickos. It's just water, silly billies! No need to worry bout lil' old me!'

But even though he was doing it as a girl, Ranma was glad that he agreed to do this training session. This morning, everything seemed confusing and wrong, but now that he was like, training again, everything seemed totally okay again. And that was the most fights he'd ever won in a row! Everything seemed to be going his way! He giggled and absentmindedly patted his chest. 'Like, thanks, good luck charm.'

He was out running after the training session. It just seemed right to do, and thinking about what to do was harder now for some reason. Slogging through all those boring thoughts was hard, as well as kinda creepy. There was one thought in the back of his head saying 'This is wrong. You should have beat them all in ten seconds, flat. Why am I doing this?' It was kinda scary to listen to, so he just defaulted to the happy pink voice at the forefront of his mind. 'We gotta run to keep our figure! For all the boys.' It said some weird stuff sometimes, but it felt natural to let the pink think.

Ranma giggled at the unintentional rhyme before his run was suddenly interrupted by...