A dark-haired, dusky-skinned girl in light blue cropped tube top and puffy pants separated herself from the group of girls. "Excuse them, they are not as comfortable with the idea of being part of a harem as I am. My name is Jasmine of Agrabah."
"Aye! She speaks the truth there," the girl in an ankle-length green dress with gold trim. She had red hair like Ranma's cursed body, though much more of it and much more uncombed. "I would nay be married at all by my own druthers!"
"Please, the new arrival is confused, can't you see, girls?" said the one with long, wavy, blonde hair in a gray skirt with a black bodice over a light gray blouse. "I can sympathize. I was after I pricked my finger and then woke up 100 years later."
The least dressed of them all scurried past the taller girl. She wore a green towel tied around her waist that did little to cover her bikini bottom. Barefoot, the only other thing she wore were purple sea shells for a bra. And she was a redhead as well. As red as Ranma's own girl form's. "We were expecting a prince. The spell specifically said a prince!" But she was still smiling when she said, "But I'm happy to see you!" She stuck out her hand, "My name is Ariel!"
"Uh, Ranma. Saotome Ranma." Confused, she did accept the offered hand.
"Is that Japanese? My name is Fa Mulan, or as they call me here, Mulan Fa, Ranma Saotome. I am from Asia as well. China." This girl in a light yellow, ankle-length dress, blue bodice, and light green top had a warrior's feel to her, Ranma's trained senses told her. As did the girl with snarled, red hair.
"Has our prince arrived?" asked a black girl in a yellow dress and white apron as she left the community kitchen, still holding her wooden stirring spoon.
"Oh, dear! Are you already married to our prince, Ranma? Oh, my, I wish my own prince could be here," sighed a short-hair, brunette in an ankle-length light yellow ankle-length skirt, blue bodice with puffy sleeve; she also had a white, upturned collar and a red headband with a bow.
"You know the reasons why none of our own princes cannot be here!" said blonde with shoulder-length hair, white skirt, black bodice and green blouse. "This is "Princess Haven". The magic barriers keep men away."
"I think its unfair and really doesn't protect us very well," said the blond with the long, long, long blonde hair. Barefoot, she was wearing a long, purple dress. She was also holding a case of colored chalk. "After all, Casandra is also an enforcer, or a sort, off in Corona."
"But it is far more typical for men to be enforcers," Mulan reminded her.
"And it does make our princes feel better knowing no other men will be with us," said the girl with brown hair tied in a ponytail by a blue ribbon, and in a light blue dress, white apron and blouse.
"But Godmother's wand cannot keep sustaining the barriers without being recharged. It needs to draw on a magic source. Oh, I'm sorry. I did not introduce myself, Ranma. I am called Cinderella."
"The magics we all have been exposed to is wearing away and are no longer enough," Jasmine said.
"And we all gathered together around a magic book and wished very hard for somebody magic to come into our lives!" the brown-haired girl said with a far-off look in her blue eyes.
"And like silly asses, they all wished that that somebody be a prince!" the snarled red-head sneered.
"Not all of us," Mulan said.
"Well, we need a prince to rule our little kingdom. Small as it is," said the brunette with the red headband. "None of us really do come from lands where women are viewed as natural rulers."
"Woman got the right to vote in my land a few years ago," said the black girl. "In 1920, the 19th Amendment!"
"No prince has arrive to "rescue" us. It appears not all wishes do come true," smiled Mulan.
"Hold a while!" said the copper-skinned girl with long, black hair wearing a short, fringed buckskin dress. "It took time, but this girl did cross the barrier." The statuesque looked down on the smaller girl. "Do you contain magic within you, Ranma?"
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