Ranma Kisses a Guy

“Dyke!?” Ranma’s eye twitched. “Okay….” It was time to go into her cute-girl act. “I may like girls, but I LOVE you!” What was a girl supposed to do to show that she does? Kiss him, right? But he’s a guy!! Just add hot water and SHE would be a guy, too!

Kiss him! Get it over with!! But look at him! He’s got buckteeth; his chin is a little too weak and his nose is a little too large, like the ears his glasses rest on. And the parts of his body her body were pressed against…. What was this his body was doing to her body? Her girl sex felt like it was melting. What does that mean?? It means you love him, Stupid! Kiss him!!

Ranma mashed her lips against his. Yes! It felt okay. She WAS girl enough to love a guy. At least this guy. Only this guy! No OTHER guys!!

Her man pulled his mouth away. “You bruised my lips.”

“Oh, silly me!” she giggled. She let go of him so she could do her act better. She also realized he could better see the outrageous curves her petite body had. Was he checking out her big boobs? He wasn’t? What kind of a guy was he!? All the guys want to grope them! Well, if she acted like she had a schoolgirl crush, she could lean a little forward and dangle her boobs about and flash him through her tank top’s loose arm openings. “Oh, we fell in love so fast - Love at first sight! (Giggle!) - we don’t even know each other's names! I’m Ranma! Saotome Ranma!”

“ ‘we’?” he said, feeling like a fly in a spider’s web (Didn’t female spiders kill the male after mating?). As much as he’d love not to get involved with this (what? bisexual?) predator with the cute act, the memory of how dangerous the redhead and her two lesbian girlfriends were stopped him from outright rejecting her. - And the redhead knew where he lived!

He had a perfectly good, even ordinary Japanese name. But the first thing Ranma thought of were her English classes and its invasive pop culture. “Your name is Ohno Ikki?! Oh, no, icky.”