She tossed some items to Ranma. Holding them up in disgust, Ranma saw it was leggings and a tight top. Her girly body would be undeniable if she wore these.
"Uh uh." she objected tossing them back to Akane. Wincing as she felt the slight movement sent a bolt of pain through her body.
Akane snatched them out of the air. "You don't want these." she observed.
With a curt grunt of agreement, Ranma nodded her head.
"If you prefer something else, I'll get you a bikini."
Ranma's eyes boggled, imagining having to wear something so undeniably girly. Akane held it out again, just beyond Ranma's reach.
"It's this or the next bikini I can find." she demanded. Ranma glowered, but reached out for the leggings.
"I can pretend they're just tight trousers." she muttered to herself.
Akane refused to move even an inch closer. "Just say... and ask politely." She growled, "I'm here to help poor, needy Ranma-Chan." she delighted in the cutesy suffix.
But her tone was stern, Ranma could only fold.
"Please can I have the leggings." she asked.
Stepping forward, she let Ranma snatch them. But, she kept her grip. "Now, say thank you." Akane demanded.
"These are quite fragile, so if you rip them, you'll be choosing to wear a bikini instead." she threatened.
Hating herself, and her weakness. Ranma folded again. "Thank you, Akane for the kindness." Adding the final part with dripping sarcasm.
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