Nabiki was prowling around her family home, a plant mister in her hand. Ready to shoot a jet of cold water onto Ranma, should she catch sight of him. He was far quieter, and stealthier than she could possibly be, alas the thought of Ranma in his vest and boxer shorts was one she didn't want to linger on...
Alas, the washing machine was down, and the only clean clothes still in the house were for the girls. Bigger wardrobes, and three daughters played their effect on the maths of the situation. The conversation had led to Ranma pouncing from the low table, as he worked out the direction things were heading, and what he was about to be asked to do.
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An accidental splash had already transformed Ranma into his red-headed female form. Thankfully, the shameful slip-up was hidden from Nabiki. She felt lighter and more agile in her girly form. Even as she felt the loss of strength. However, it was the extra bounce, shimmy and sway she felt with every movement that humiliated her.
It was impossible for her bust not to move, without being confined. She shuddered at the thought of wearing a bra. The straps and frills tailored to suit Akane's taste, or her sisters. Only underlined the difference. She'd worn tight T-shirts, to minimise the effect, without making her feel girlified. But, nothing would stop the extra ripple she felt from her rump. No panties were designed to work against that problem. She shuddered, as the image intruded. Obviously, she'd seen them on the washing line. But, to picture herself wearing them was unsettling. She dismissed it, even as the thought lurked in the dark, deep recesses of her mind.
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