What was it about seeing a giant head without a body that made Ranma guilty and vulnerable? Was it that Chinese New Year dragon he had accidentally trashed in that parade when he was six-years old? Or was it–
Ranma shook it out of his head. The Heads were gone. Happosai had been shoved aside – at Akane, no less! (He could hear that she was having no problem “protecting” herself.) They had been replaced by a man in a tight, green pajama top, and was about to do it with a woman with nothing on but an apron. She reminded him of Kasumi (Ranma blushed: Man! If that's what Kasumi looked like without clothes on....), and, who was he? A cousin? He looked like he could be related to the Tendos. His pajamas seemed familiar.
Anyway, they shouldn't be doing it in the Tendos' common room, out where everybody could see them. He needed to stop them, if only to protect them from Akane! There would be enough hammering with him being a totally naked guy.
“Okay, break it up! Stop it, before somebody hoses you down with cold water!” Ranma said, grabbing the guy.
As soon as he turned his green eyes up at him, angry at being interrupted, Ranma knew he was trouble. His mind was ready for martial arts before his body, though. His hand touched his.
Ranma was suddenly in his girl body. Electricity seemed to be buzzing around her nipples and then her clit. Ranma was suddenly in his guy body. His smaller nipples did not feel the tingling as much, but the larger tip of his dick felt the sensation more. His balls had started to raise. “Okay! Stop–” Ranma was the smaller girl again. Her head started to spin. She had to adjust to another wrench in his-to-her center of gravity. She also had to adjust to the increasing weight and warmth in her swelling boobs and pussy. Ranma was the larger guy again, and the increasing weight and warmth was far less in his chest and more in his lighter dick. His sexual orientation teetered. The time for talking was over with! His hand rose to strike!
Ranma's female hand missed, as she had no time to recalibrate for her shorter arm! The momentum she carried over from her more massive body caused her to stumble. Ranma's male body gained it all back, but it rebounded with feminine softness. He actually felt the feverishness of her own boobs, the nipples puffy with hard tips, before it echoed away. His cock responded as if they were another's! He fell! She landed, and the lighter momentum of balls and an erection bounced against her pussy, before it, too, was a memory.
The hand was at her sex, fingering her vulva before stroking his balls. They were male fingers, or were they? Recycling between his two genders was messing his orientation up. While he was a girl, she still had clear memories of what a male's hard, rough, hairy body was like; while he was a guy, he could vividly fantasize about what a female's soft, silky, smooth body was like. Both had their pleasures, if viewed the right way. Was there a the right way?!
This was wrong! Always before, he had forgotten things the other gender's brain was not built to process! She didn't feel the immedicacy a guy felt! He didn't know the full spectrum of sensations a girl knew! In the seeming overlap between the two, the intercourse of information was driving him/her crazy! Fight or flight? Tend and befriend? Competition or cooperation? Manly man or girly girl? He was a man among women...
The vortex was the definition of erotic! His pussy was wet, her balls were tight. Their cock/clit was erect and ready! She could imagine being fucked by his own cock – But it was pointing in the wrong direction!!
“Oh, my!” a man's voice exclaimed, sitting up from the floor. He was wearing a green tanktop, and pink boxers. Ranma put her hand on his bare thigh. But then it was his hand. Could he? An electricity seemed to pass between the two of them.
“RANma!” Akane warned.
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