...train with the new recruits as Ranni.

(Originally written by Guyman at Writing.com)

Ranma woke up slowly, a deviation from his normal routine. But for some reason, training didn't quite have the same appeal it normally did. Things in his head just seemed... slower, more languid. Interrupting his thoughts, however, was a familiar weight on his chest. 'Huh,' he thought to himself. 'I know Nabiki didn't, like, give me any hot water, but I totally could have boiled my own bucket. Eh, guess I must've forgotten. And this is kinda nice, isn't it?'

He shook his head, trying to clear it of these fluffy cotton-candy thoughts. 'Things have been weird ever since —'

His languid train of thought was interrupted by a sudden thump on his door. He shuffled over to it, yawning cutely as he opened it to be met with a familiar face. It was Nabiki, ice water glass in hand and a smug smirk plastered on her face. But even this was interrupted as she looked over Ranma.

"Ranm — what are..." She took a second to regain her composure. "I see you're prepared for Phase B. Though, I do have to ask. Why are you wearing Akane's pajamas?"

Ranma looked down at his body. He was clad in bunny print PJs, the size a little too small for him, especially in the chest and rear. The resulting effect was that of some kind of slutty Halloween costume, the top unbuttoned midways down, and the pants being so tight they appeared painted on. Ranma gaped at this odd ensemble he was wearing and quickly tried to mumble out a response. "I saw it, and it looked so, like, cute and perf for me."

"What was that?" Nabiki asked, a genuine look of concern on her face.

'What was that?' he puzzled to himself before acridly snapping back with "I said, I needed to make sure I didn't ruin my usual sleepwear with whatever you were prob'ly gonna dump on me!"

Nabiki snickered to herself. "Yeah, fair enough. You might wanna cover up in the future - you know we're lousy with perverts, and most of 'em don't care you're a guy." She poked him in the ample chest to emphasize her point. To her surprise, the martial artist covered his chest and giggled shyly. 'What is up with him?' The same thoughts were going through Ranma's head, but they weren't quite connecting with anything. Things were just slower for him as of late.

Shaking off the confusion, Nabiki resumed her smug smile, with a touch of concern. "Anyways, like I was saying, Phase B. You're gonna train with those shmucks from yesterday! Keep em coming back for something." She added a saucy wink to the last part, trying to bait Ranma to do something.

To her (slight) relief, Ranma's "Okay." was coupled with a pout. 'Normally he'd bitch for five more minutes, though. And are his lips pinker than before?' Her greedy side quickly drowned that thought out, though, when she saw Ranma putting on his typical gi.

"Oh, no no no. We're gonna... spice this up a bit." she grinned, pulling the martial artist to her room.

"Ooh, makeover!" a small voice cried in the back of Ranma's head.

Ranma picked at his clothes, partially weirded out, and some other emotion he couldn't place. Nabiki had given him a bright pink sports bra one size too small, and a pair of yoga pants. He put them on without much protest - for some reason. His body just felt a whole lot softer. His female form may have always been weaker, but now it just felt like all of its tone was gone. 'At least my butt is still nice 'n tight!' flitted through his head, too fast for him to notice. His musing was predictably interrupted by Nabiki, clad in training gear.

"Here you go, dummy." She flipped him a familiar gold disc."A little good luck charm, for being such a good bunny yesterday." The insult slid right off of Ranma, his pleasure at getting the coin overwhelming any other feeling — not that he noticed the insult.

It's not that the coin made him feel more confident, it's just that it felt right to hold. He slipped the coin right into his sports bra. 'At least it'll be safe there. It's like a boobie sandwich!' Ranma doubled over in laughter, at his joke, until Nabiki's sharp voice snapped him out of it.

"We're getting customers, so look alive, bright-eyes!" Ranma snapped to attention, sending some parts of him jiggling. and prepared himself for an impromptu lesson in Tendou Martial arts.