With her head still foggy, Ranma defaulted back to advice given to her by her father and what to do in strange situations where you have no idea what brought you to a particular point.
First, she checked her body. Nope, not a single hint of a surgery scar from a stolen kidney or something like that. No bottles of alcohol around either, not that she felt drunk.
Ranma looked down at herself. She was wearing a rather comfortably fitted dark red set of bra and panties. Which was, odd… sure she had worn women’s underwear before for various reasons. But that underwear had always been a hodgepodge borrowed from the Tendo sisters, this underwear was obviously tailored to her size, and expensive too. In fact, closer examination of the bra showed that it was held up by velcro. Like it had been made so that if she got hit by hot water, it would snap off without any discomfort.
The bathroom itself was more like a miniature spa. With massive hot tub, a collection of expensive looking soaps, and the mirror she was in front of huge. Setting down the lipstick amongst a mix of masculine and feminine self care projects, she stepped out of the bathroom to find herself in a bedroom.
The bedroom was ridiculously large and elaborate, complete with a massive soft looking bed, huge sets of mirrors, and a door leading to what looked like a large closet. A window with the curtains drawn over them dominated the back wall. Opening the door to the closet she saw a massive collection of elaborate men’s and women's clothing. Expensive suits, dresses tailored to be revealing and, bizarrely enough in a corner, a collection of the usual chinese silks he liked to wear, sets of them sized for both a male and female body.
Oh, and capes. Lots of capes.
Finally, Ranma walked over to the massive curtains, and pulled them open, revealing a door in the window and a balcony. She opened the door, and stepped outside.
“What the hell!?”
The balcony was set on a castle. A massive, black, towering castle. Purple clouds swirled around it and lighting bolts flashed.
But for some reason Ranma could tell that the castle was, in fact, in the middle of Tokyo. Heck, Ranma could see it was still in the Nerima ward!
“Wait a minute…” Ranma peered over the edge of the railing, looking straight down.
There, parked in front of this evil looking castle, was the Tendo Dojo.
“Master Ranma?” A voice said behind her.
“Gaaahhhh!” Ranma jumped up, slipping into a fighting stance and spinning around.
“Oh! I’m sorry Master Ranma, please forgive my impudence in interrupting your observations of your domain!” The person behind her said, instantly slipping into a absurdly low bow on his hands and feet..
“...Konatsu?” Ranma asked, forgetting that she was wearing nothing but underwear. “Uh… what’re you doing here?”
“Oh! Uh… Master Ranma, I was asked to see if you were ready. You’re a bit late to the meeting with your Four Great Generals and they were wondering what was keeping you and-”
“Uh… it’s fine, Konatsu… err…” Ranma said, wondering just what the hell was going on. Four Great Generals? The hell? What is this about? She thought. “I just… uh… couldn’t decide what to wear.”
Konatsu lifted his head from the ground, “Oh is that all Master Ranma? Would you like some assistance.. Oh not to be impudent and imply I could ever be worthy of picking our your wardrobe it’s just even great people like you-”
“No… no it’s fine Kontasu, pick something out for me and I’ll wear it.” Ranma said.
“Oh thank you! You’re too kind and generous!” Konatsu said brightly,running into the closet.
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