The naked Ranma ran away from the house that Kasumi ran and to a place she didn't, a place that represented his life before she was cursed to be a girl. She ran into the Tendo dojo. She wasn't hiding; no, of course not!
She was there to do her katas! Of course she was! To stay honed sharp in her martial arts techniques, she had to practice! Every day, if possible. More than once a day, even! It wouldn't seem unusual if she had already done her martial arts exercises today! Not that she remembered any of the day before she found herself sunbathing in just this thong she had on.
So, she did her routines. She knew quite a lot of techniques, more than most of the martial artists she had met, so they merged and emerged from one another in a complicated weave of motion that-
Made her bare boobs fight against the pull of gravity, the drag of inertia, the tug of momentum and the recoil of attachment! And that was just the worst of it, her asscheeks also had to deal with the same issues, and, to a lesser degree, her thighs and every other part of a girl that could be jiggled!
What was wrong(!)?! She remembered having the same problem after first becoming the girl, but she had trained the soft, squishy body into behaving! She....
She was back in those early days, weeks after Jusenkyo, days after meeting to the Tendos. Somehow, her mind had gone back in time. But her bodies hadn't. Her mind knew how to make the body do what it want to do, but it had yet to be hardwired into the accursed body! It would take long weeks of hard effort for the body to behave as if it were extra firm!
Well, what alternative did she have! At least practicing was familiar and did remind her of the strictly male life she used to have. It cared a kind of comfort for her.
So, she began to retrain the body.
Thu Apr 26 00:57:22 2018