Kasumi rummaged through the clothes that were now stained with ink, sorting them out from most to least stained. Some of them were so covered in the substance they were unsalvageable, but others just had a drop or two. Just where in the world did that inkwell come from? Now that she thought about it, Akane and Nabiki had similar mishaps.
“It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen to them.” She cast it aside.
The eldest Tendou sister pulled a dress out of the basket and held it in front of herself. Such a pity, she really liked this one. The floral pattern was so cute, and the baby blue color was now pitch-black.
And it became even deeper, the garment going from a normal sundress to a far glitzier, extravagant black dress. A slit went all the way up to the waist, likely to reveal the wearer’s underwear. If they were wearing any. The top was designed to flaunt feminine assets with the neckline plunging so low it would expose the navel.
“Hmmm, maybe I can do something to save it.” Kasumi’s memory shifted to account for the evolution of the outfit.
She picked another; a sweater that had been splashed right in the chest. It was a darker shade, but it was still so—
Perfect as the sweater went from frumpy to tight, made to mold around the figure and emphasize the breasts. However, it lengthened to a bit before mid-thigh, just the perfect excuse to forgo a skirt. Or underwear. Just the thing to wear on a chilly night and relax under the kotatsu. And then pull it up for when it was time to warm up with a fat cock.
“Never mind, maybe I was being dramatic.” She threw it aside to the dress. The wardrobe was evolving rapidly.
She picked up underwear, plain white panties shifting to scandalous, erotic thongs and bras shifting to negligees. They too joined a pile of garments that were no longer in need of cleaning.
“Well, lucky me none of them got dirty from that ink.” Then she looked at her own clothes. “Or maybe not.”
As Kasumi did so, she shifted just like the clothes she set aside. From her viewpoint she went from a pair of modest bosoms to near-pornstar territory, swelling out to almost the size of her head. Her hair tie exploded as her locks gained volume and even more length. Her lips plumped and pouted as the rest of her face added sultry to her maternal nature and a beauty mark appeared from the ink that had landed on her face.
“Mmmm.” She moaned as her simple dress shrunk, vanishing up her legs to about mid-thigh and the back vanished. The front had no cleavage, but had more than enough sideboob to make up for it. “Oh Ranma, why do you bother with those silly old girls?”
He really didn’t know how good he had it. He had beautiful girls fawning all over him, craving affection and he acted like a bullheaded doofus. She felt so sorry for Akane, even if she was stubborn in her own feelings. Maybe she should ask for some tips from Kasumi.
Or maybe Kasumi could get Ranma to loosen up. She didn’t really want his heart, just to have a little fun, just share him. She was such a good big sister. She could teach him so much about women.
“Maybe I’ll talk to them later.” She said as she popped back to her modest nature. “First, I need to change.”
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