Brushing computer dust from his slender hands with a self satisfied smirk, Ranma decided that he needed to change back to male form. Hurrying into the bathroom, he sprayed hot water from the shower and looked down in dismay.
Ranma was wet. Steam fog was rising from the silk shirt. Two pert breasts could be seen beneath the soaked material. The water conitinued to fall over them like a Niagra of Doom. No change occured.
“Oh, crap, crap, crap!” Ranma screamed, running back to the shattered remains of the computer in dismay. It had switched him to his cursed form without hitting him with water, and now hot water was not working. And Ranma had… “Oh, crap, crap, crap!”
“Ranma, language!” chided Kasumi, barely looking up from where she was sweeping the shattered components, until Ranma began scooping them up. “Really, there’s no need to help. I’ve got this.”
Wed Feb 10 01:47:01 2010