Lesbian Shard Ranma - Girly First Day

Unending BE - episode 1332528

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The Lesbian Shard wished, not for the first time, that it could leave its current host. But no, the goddess that had split it off her felt it more interesting if they had to make do with what they bonded with rather than being able to pick and choose their host. The only restriction was "female in mind or body at time of possession" and so here we are.

“Why do I have to go to the same school as her?” Ranma complained.

Genma snorted, “Because where else are you going to go?”

Oh how the Shard wished it could push Ranma to not open his big dumb mouth. But, alas Ranma was in his male body. “A school where Table Lady isn’t around?”

Yoink, it was at this point Ranma’s pigtail was tugged and he ended up looking at the upside down scowling face of Akane. “You think I’m thrilled about having my friends seeing you?”

“I’m sure your friends will love me.” Ranma said, “I mean, you’ve seen me without a shirt right”

Ew ew ew! This is why the Shard hated men! Luckily for it Akane made a similar expression. “God you’re insufferable.” She let go of his pigtail and brushed her bangs aside. “Come on, school’s a bit of a walk away.”

The path to Furinkan High was right next to a canal. It was almost a cosmic joke being played on the Shard, if it had the slightest influence on Ranma it could push him into the water to make him a proper woman. Especially since the fool took to running on top of the fence.

“So anyways, rule one, do not mention the engagement.” Akane said to him, “Rule two: Do not. Mention. The. Engagement.”

“And what’s rule three?”

“Don’t hit on me or my friends.” Akane said.

Ranma rolled his eyes. “Like I’d want to.” He jumped down from the fence in front of her, “How about I set some rules for you?”

“Oh what kind of rules?” Akane didn’t seem to care that he was walking backwards in front of her, jumping above minor obstacles as they marched..

Ranma smirked at her. The shard winced and whined. Oh, but that was a setup for so much! It could make Akane promise to do anything with that, a free kiss each morning to keep their parents off their backs a change in wardrobe or a promise to spar every morning. Any of those could open up so many avenues, so now it was truly dreading whatever might be brought up!

"I don't want my curse getting out," Ranma said. "So keep quiet about it."

Well that wasn’t the worst thing he could have thought of.

Akane, despite being annoyed at him wasn’t particularly spiteful. No her older sister held that vice. So she sighed and nodded, “Fine, your curse is safe with me. Now stop showing off and walk straight, we need to head to school.”

Oh how the Shard wished Akane wasn’t walking “straight.” But Ranma just noticed her annoyance and somehow decided it was time to escalate. He flipped over and, still walking backwards, walked on his hands while still keeping his pace ahead of her. Sure enough Akane’s expression soured. Any moment there’d be more bickering and-

Cold water washed over Ranma’s body. “What!?” Ranma jumped up and looked behind her, an old lady was performing an old ritual purifying of her gate, and had hit Ranma with some of her water.

“See this is what you get for showing off.” Akane said.

“OK I’m heading back.” Ranma grumbled. To which the Shard, metaphysically replied Hell No. It finally had control again! It needed to keep it, for a while at least!

The Lesbian Shard immediately began pushing out power, it needed to somehow convince Ranma to hold off on changing back long enough to get something long term in! Ah, Akane, it helped guide her eyes to Ranma’s wet shirt. Good, good, now, plant a little idea into her mind…

“We don’t have time for that.” Akane grabbed Ranma’s wrist. This sent a tingle through Akane’s fingers.

“I can’t go to school like this!”

“You don’t have a choice, you should have watched where you were going!” Akane said, now dragging Ranma behind her.

The Shard poured more energy than was probably reasonable into Ranma’s head, telling her not to fight this that it just wasn’t worth the effort. It deduced that a good thought to plant into Ranma’s head from observed interactions with her father that said parent would do something dumb to offend Soun and they’d be leaving town sooner rather than later.

“Fine…” Ranma muttered, “I’ll just go to school as a guy tomorrow.” Good, good, the Shard made sure Ranma didn’t make the connection between past events and what was going on now.

“I hate men!” Akane Tendo shouted, and the Lesbian Shard had to agree with that sentiment. A horde or brutish rapists assaulting an innocent maiden, lust in their hearts. But they were all valiantly defeated by the noble warrior princess.

Then the king of the fools Tatewaki Kuno made his appearance, and the Lesbian Shard wished it could turn its full divine wrath on such a buffoon. Even for a man he was intolerable. He even flirted with Ranma, well before Akane thrashed him.

So now the pair were in class, and Ranma was introducing herself.

“Err, Saotome, is there some kind of error in the paperwork?” The homeroom teacher said. “You’re listed as a male student.”

“Oh that, it’s, uh…” Ranma trailed off. Suddenly realizing a problem. SHe had come to school as a girl. To explain she was a guy would require explaining the curse.

Ranma did not want to explain the curse. She turned to Akane, “What do I do!?” She whispered.

“...I don’t know. Tell him about the curse?” Akane whispered back.

“I can’t do that!”

“Then you’ll have to go to school as a girl.” Akane said with casual acceptance, bolstered by the Shard.

“I… I..” Ranma felt defeat press against her soul. How could she have messed up like this! “My old man’s a bit of a weirdo.” She finally said.

“..Ah, I’ve heard of situations like this.” The teacher nodded in acceptance, “I’ll see if we can’t get you a girls uniform.”

Oh yes! That was perfect, get Ranma in cute dresses as fast as possible. The Lesbian Shard pushed for that.

“There’s a seat behind Tendo.” The teacher said, and with only mild grumbling Ranma sat behind Akane.

Being in school as a girl was weird. Of course, Ranma’s previous experience with education involved half the classes erupting into brawls and lunch being a brutal battle for the best bread. Compared to that Furinkan High was downright sedate.

Of course, now that it was lunch time Ranma realized a problem. 1) She had no lunchbox and 2) She had forgotten to get any money. Her stomach rumbled and she slumped over her desk. Great, it was no lunch day today.

She looked up and saw Akane talking with two girls, one taller than her with long straight hair and the other shorter with a side ponytail. After a moment the taller girl broke off the group and walked over to… Ranma? OK what was going on.

“Hi.” She said to Ranma, putting her hands on the desk. “I’m Yuka Minamoto, the class president here.”

Ranma wondered if Furinkan did the same thing her last school did, where the Class President was decided by tournament. She didn’t look much like a fighter. But then again neither did her second year middle school President, but that kid knew how to wield pencils like tiny swords. “So what do you want.”

“Well you’re a new student and I figured I’d see if you need anything.” Yuka said, “Akane said you’re staying at her house?”

"Her old man and my old man used to train together," Ranma said, a little too quickly. Don’t let any questions get asked.

“That sounds great, Akane could use some friends that are also into fighting.” Yuka said with a soft smile, “So do you need anything Saotome?”

That’s when her stomach let out a loud growl. “Err… I forgot to get lunch?” Ranma said.

Yuka gasped, “How did you not have lunch with Kasumi!?” She grabbed Ranma’s hands, “You poor thing!”

“Err, I forgot?” Ranma said, “I was in a hurry…” Too much of a hurry, now she was stuck as a girl whenever she went to school. “Forgot my money…”

Yuka pulled Ranma off her chair, “Come on then, I’m going to buy you some lunch.” She began dragging Ranma out of the classroom.

“Wait, what? Just like that?” That was new. An offering of lunch, without any fist fights? No leaping up on nitwits with no sense of direction to get at the curry bread?

“Of course just like that. What kind of class president wouldn't help her classmate!” Yuka said, and it brought to mind Ranma’s last class president who was literally the son of a Yakuza boss and at least fourth dan. She began guiding Ranma out of the classroom.

But before Ranma could leave Akane plucked her out of Yuka’s grasp. “Excuse me Yuka.” Akane said happily, before turning to Ranma. “I thought I told you not to hit on my friends!”

“What? I’m not!” Ranma whispered back to her, “She’s the one who wants to drag me to lunch, something about being class president!”

Akane didn’t look convinced.

“Besides, she thinks I’m a girl! How can I hit on her?” Ranma pulled her hands away from Akane.

Akane hated to admit it, but she had a point. Or, at least, she thought Ranma had a point. The Lesbian Shard laughed at their naivete.

“Err, what was that about.” Yuka said.

“Nothing, Akane’s just being a busy body.” Ranma grabbed Yuka’s hand. “Come on, lunch awaits!”

For some reason Yuka felt her face heat up when Ranma’s fingers wrapped around her hand. “R-right. I’ll see you later Akane, Sayuri, going to help Saotome out today. Akane, make sure she gets lunch tomorrow!”

“Yes Yuka.” Akane said in a monotone that told Ranma she had been admonished like this before.

Oh dear the boys are going to be a problem for her. Yuka thought while guiding Ranma to the cafeteria. She was ridiculously cute, being fairly small but stocky. Her innocent face was bright with happiness about the upcoming food. Plus her boyish mannerisms made her even cuter.

And with how terrible the boys at Furinkan High was, she’d be eaten alive by those perverts!

By the time Yuka got back to the table Ranma was sitting at with the stacks bread and milk she had bought for her Yuka had made a decision to become this adorable new student’s guardian. Yuka’s heart beat faster when Ranma’s eyes sparkled at the sight of such a big pile of food. Yuka didn’t know why she ended up buying so much lunch bread, but it had been like a trance. Go up to the counter, buy the bread, drop it in front of the adorable new student.

“So, Ranma.” Yuka said, “Tell me a bit about yourself.”

“Mmph?” Ranma looked up at her, one melon bread halfway in her mouth while she was trying to stuff a curry bread down her throat at the same time. She swallowed both breads whole and downed some milk to wash it down. Leaving a white milk moustache on her upper lip. Yuka found herself fixating on it, wondering how to bring it up. “Oh, you know, the usual stuff. Learned Martial Arts from Pops, went to school… beat up delinquents from the neighboring school.”

“Eh?” Yuka said.

“There was that one crazy chick who hid rockets in her skirt, how she did that I have no idea.” Ranma mused, “Oh and then there was the time the student council tried to start a fascist government takeover.”

“Ranma what school did you go to?” Yuka asked, her eyes pinpricks.

“...I don’t think I actually learned the name. The signs were all torn down and the assemblies were too loud to hear the name from there. It didn't help that there was this one guy in the neighborhood who liked to drive around in a tank. Man, he was annoying...”

Yuka needed to protect this pure and innocent girl. “Don’t worry Ranma. It’s not like that there, other than Kuno’s idiocy we’re nice and normal.”

“Eh?” Ranma looked confused.

“And you’ve got milk on your face.” Yuka reached over with a finger and wiped Ranma’s upper lip. “Th-there.” She said, and suddenly she imagined this cute, huggable girl leaning forward and sucking on her finger. The other girls would glare at her with jealousy but then Yuka would pull Ranma close to her and… and…

“Ah!” Yuka pulled away her finger and stick it in her mouth, licking the milk off. “S-Sorry!” she mumbled. Then realised there was an odd aftertaste to the milk. An aftertaste that was cute, busty and a little bit weird. (The Shard would describe it as the flavor of Lesbian, but nobody else could hear that.)

“What? You hungry?” Ranma held up a half eaten sandwich, “Want some?”

“Err… th-thanks!” Yuka grabbed the sandwich and took a bite. “This stuff is…” Wait, isn’t this like an indirect kiss? That thought formed, unbidden, into her mind. “G-good… so.. Uh… Oh! I bet you need a look around town, right?”

“My old man does say to scout out hiding spots.” Ranma said.

“Well tell you what, how about this weekend I show you around town? All the hotspots, and maybe go see a movie.” Yuka grasped Ranma’s now food free hands, “What do you say?”

“Sure, why not?” Ranma said.

Score! Both Yuka and the Lesbian Shard thought at once.

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Tritan

Mon Feb 25 22:57:40 2019

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