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Nabiki studied the coin in her hand. The mark who’d given it to her had sworn up and down that it was a magic artifact capable of hypnotizing anyone. If Nabiki lived any different life, she’d have immediately dismissed it as a bad lie. She was a Nerima girl born and raised, though, and she knew never to discount the chance of random magical bullshit. So, she’d tentatively wiped out the mark’s debts– with a promise to bring down retribution if the coin didn’t work as advertised, of course. As she turned the coin over in her hand, considering how best to test it, she heard the tell-tale sign that Ranma and Akane had returned home. That is to say, she heard an increasingly heated exchange of insults coming from below her. She sighed and began counting down on her fingers, ‘Five… four… three… two…’
CRACK
‘Ah, two seconds off.’ Nabiki sighed and picked up the household’s budget book, ready to go inspect for new damages. As she turned to get up from her desk, however, she froze. Right there, head impaling straight through her floor, was an unconscious Ranma. Nabiki got up and stomped down hard on Ranma’s already welting head, forcing him back down to the first floor with a dull thud. Setting back down her budget book, she made her way downstairs– shouldering past a furious Akane on the stairs– and went out to the supply shack she kept behind the Dojo. She inspected a few boards and nails she had stocked up and, deciding they were good enough for a temporary fix, went back to her room with toolbox and materials in hand.
Well-versed in what a significant portion of the Nerima population would call “Martial Arts Construction Work”, it only took a few moments for Nabiki to temporarily patch up the hole in her floor. She tested the fix with one foot, then stood on it, and then finally jumped before giving a firm nod. It was an eyesore, but she would no longer be at risk of breaking her legs if she got out of bed wrong.
As she went about cleaning up and bringing her tools back to the shed, she considered the logistics of getting a more permanent fix in place and just how much it would cost. When she stepped back into the house and spotted Ranma’s limp body spread out across the floor, however, her mind turned back to the coin. Ranma was often gullible, easy to goad, and, if it came down to it, could easily be blamed for the hole in her floor and forced to compensate her as a ‘matter of honor’. Nodding to herself, she leaned down and pulled Ranma’s body to sit upright. It took her a few tries to figure out the right hold, but eventually she managed to get a firm enough grip on the surprisingly light martial artist to awkwardly drag him upstairs and into her room.
Locking the door behind her, Nabiki sat back down at her chair and observed Ranma as he lay unconscious. She knew she probably wouldn’t have to wait long– Ranma healed extraordinarily fast, and had suffered so much blunt-force trauma that his getting punted through the ceiling actually ranked rather low on his list of injuries. Sure enough, it only took a few minutes for Ranma to groggily crack open his eyes. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments as the fog cleared from his eyes, before jumping up and getting into a combat stance. Whipping his head around, he stopped when his eyes met Nabiki’s and, following where Nabiki pointed her manicured finger, spotted the newly patched hole in her floor. He lowered his arms and sheepishly scratched the back of his neck under her stare.
“Akane?” He said, eyes motioning towards the patched hole.
“Yes, Akane. And you, Ranma. Don’t pretend you aren’t responsible for always goading my sister on. It’s been what, two years since you’ve been engaged? And yet nothing has changed.”
“Akane and I– we–”
“Up, up, up! I don’t want to hear it, Saotome. I thought you two were finally getting somewhere after that bullshit failed wedding disaster–”
“Which you helped–” Ranma tried to cut in before Nabiki pinned him down with a glare.
“As I was saying, somehow your relationship has gotten worse! You get home from school and what’s the first thing you do? You call her a gorilla and get slammed through the ceiling!” She marshaled all of her fury (only partially faked) and pointed once again at the patched hole, “I blame you for this just as much as I do Akane, so you better be ready to pay up.”
Ranma started sweating and backed towards the door, “Okay, okay, jeeze. I’ll let ya take some pictures an’ we can call it even, alright?”
Nabiki tapped a finger to the corner of her mouth, “Hmm… As tempting as that sounds, I have something specific in mind for my repayment this time.” She picked up the coin and let it dangle by the string it was attached to, “Someone gave me this today, claiming it was a magic artifact. I need to see if that’s true, and you would make the perfect test subject.”
“Nuhuh, no way! I deal with enough magical bullshit without bein’ somebody’s guinea pig!”
Nabiki scoffed, “Well then what’s one more? Besides, I haven’t even told you what it’s supposed to do. This coin here is supposed to be able to hypnotize anyone with a weak enough will”, she swung the coin slightly, “So surely it must not work on you, right? But even if it doesn’t work on you, I’ll clear your debt just this once. Deal?”
Ranma stood, inspecting the coin as he considered his options, “So you claim it ain’t gonna work on me but wanna test it anyways?”
Nabiki once again swung the coin, watching as Ranma’s eyes tracked its motion. “Even if it fails, I’ll still be getting valuable information, won’t I? Better decide soon, I could just as easily find some gullible chump to try it out on tomorrow~!”
Ranma kept tracking the coin for a few swings before shaking his head, “Fine, I ain’t gonna lose to some coin.”
Nabiki grinned her familiar, sharklike grin that sent a shiver down Ranma’s spine, “Good. Now,” she patted a spot on her bed, “get comfortable and I can start the testing.”
When Ranma sat down, Nabiki approached and stood a few feet away from him, holding the coin so it was at his eye-level. Without giving any warning, she began swinging the coin in a slow arc. Ranma watched as Nabiki wordlessly kept it swinging back and forth. Ranma dutifully kept tracking the coin, fully prepared to resist any magic it might throw his way. Yet, minutes later, nothing had happened. The coin just kept going, back and forth. The only effect Ranma noticed was his own boredom at having spent so much time staring at it. He was unable to suppress a yawn. So boring, so tiring… But, Ranma had made a deal and he would follow it through, continuing to watch the coin until Nabiki would finally be satisfied that he, man amongst men, could be defeated by some weak trick. He just wished there was anything else to think about, anything else to look at other than the coin going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
stop.
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Nabiki stared down, pleasantly surprised, at Ranma. At the beginning, it had seemed like the coin was doing nothing at all other than driving both her and Ranma to boredom. Still, she persevered, continuing to swing the coin in front of Ranma’s face. Eventually, Ranma began to become visibly drowsy, eyes drifting closed for longer and longer even as he stayed completely dedicated to watching the coin. Unnaturally dedicated, usually Ranma would have complained by now about wasting his time. Seeing this, Nabiki did a few impromptu tests— waving her hand in front of Ranma’s face, pinching him, calling out to him. Ranma didn’t react to any, seemingly only able to focus on the pendulum and nothing else. Having proven that the swinging coin at least did something, Nabiki brought its swinging to a stop and was surprised to see that Ranma slumped forward as though the only thing keeping him away had been the coin’s swing.
Nabiki set down the coin and began to inspect her handiwork. Ranma slumped over, eyes closed, with a small bead of drool beginning to form in the right side of his mouth. She lifted one of his arms and let go, watching as it limply fell back down to his side. Nodding to herself, she grabbed one of her notebooks and flipped it open, jotting down the beginnings of her research notes. Once she was finished, she moved on to the next step of the tests– seeing what Ranma would actually do.
“Stand up.”, Nabiki prompted. When Ranma slowly stood up, she checked off “simple commands” from her checklist.
“Sing the alphabet while doing a few katas,” Nabiki watched as Ranma opened his eyes and, despite the vacant look in them, sang softly as he moved through his well-practiced forms exercises with great awareness of the limited space in her room. Nabiki hummed and checked off “complex commands”.
She tapped her pen against the page before coming up with her next command, “Levitate.” She watched as Ranma tilted his head but, after a moment, did nothing. She noted the response under “impossible commands.”
Everything so far had gone about how she’d hoped, but now was time for a major one– seeing if Ranma would do something he would never do otherwise. After a few moments, she came up with something fairly harmless. “Tell me that you’re a weak, girly girl who hates martial arts.”
At that, Ranma’s face shifted from a blank stare to a look of consternation. After a few moments, he spoke out in a forced tone, “I’m a– girl who– nng…” Nabiki swung the coin in front of his face and watched as his face once again slacked.
‘Interesting.’ It seemed the coin did have a limit when it came to making someone do what they weren’t willing to do– though Nabiki wasn’t one hundred percent sure where that limit was. Still, the coin was the real deal. Considering just how out of control nearly every magical scheme she’d seen got, it would be best to keep the coin in reserve as a last resort. Now that she already had Ranma, though…
Nabiki circled the entranced martial artist, trying to think of how she could use his current state to her advantage. Honestly, there wasn’t a ton that Ranma could do for her that he didn’t willingly (if under a bit of coercion) do anyways. He already got in enough fights naturally to keep up the revenues from her betting empire, and over the past year he’d become suspiciously easy to coerce into modeling in her female form… Nabiki nearly tripped over the raised planks of her patch job as she got lost in thought. She stared down at the covered hole, ‘Hmm, maybe instead of just an opportunity to increase revenue, this could be an opportunity to decrease expenses…’
Besides, she had her own suspicions about why exactly Ranma acted the way ‘he’ did, and she had a load of ideas about how to turn that to her advantage. While she began formulating a plan, she glanced back down at her notebook– there was just one more thing she needed to test about the coin’s limits right now, and that was post-hypnotic suggestions. She smirked, knowing she was about to indulge in a bit of Nerima-style chaos of her own.
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Ranma jolted awake to find himself laying on top of Nabiki’s bed.
“So much for not losing to a coin, Saotome.”, Ranma turned his head to see Nabiki, standing to the side with a sharp smile. Ranma cast his mind back, remembering his day. Another day of fiances and fighting and feeling like a fraud and dully wondering when it was ever going to end, never quitting even though every day felt like another loss. Lashing out at Akane when the growing knot in his chest became the only thing he could really feel, getting knocked through the ceiling, going along with Nabiki’s schemes because that’s just what his life had become. He couldn’t remember what the scheme had been, but considering the amount of brain trauma he’d suffered already he wasn’t too concerned about losing a few more memories anymore.
Still, what Nabiki said strangely bothered him, “What’s this about a coin? And you know a–”
Nabiki cuts him off, “--a Saotome never loses, yea yea, I know. Forget about the coin thing, why don’t you go take a dunk in the koi pond and come back?”
Ranma tilted his head. It was an odd request. Why would he do that? Sure, his girl body often felt more comfortable and didn’t make him feel like he was seeing everything through a filter of fog, but neither than nor Nabiki asking him to was a reason to shirk his duty as a man. As he hopped up and opened Nabiki’s window, he made his opinion know. “Why the hell would I do that? If you want to get some pictures I can do that later, I’m not gonna get myself soaked just because you want me to.” Having made his point, he made his exit jumping through the window and down to the yard. Without thinking, he marched his way to the koi pond and threw himself in.
Coming back up for air, he wrang his now-red hair out as he stared up at Nabiki, who watched from her window. ‘Why did I..? Well, I do feel more comfortable now, I guess.’ Nabiki beckoned for him to return before withdrawing into her room. When Ranma got back up, he found that she had laid out a few outfits across the bed. A few were Nabiki’s but a few, Ranma gulped, were from his own private collection.
Nabiki motioned towards the bed, “Slip into whatever’s most comfortable.”
“I’m not gonna put on some… girly dress for no reason.” He said, trying hard not to let his eyes linger over his favorite blue sundress that perfectly contrasted with her hair. This time Ranma’s objections sounded much more hollow, even to himself. And, even as he objected, he found himself going along and stripping down. Nabiki had already seen him naked so many times in every form, it barely even bothered him at this point as he slipped on a practical white bra and panties before tossing the blue dress over his head. Once it was on, he took a few moments to swish side to side, making sure the dress properly draped over her body. Ignoring the pleasant feeling coursing through his chest, he returned his attention to Nabiki and spread out his arms. “Alright, you’ve got me how you want me. What now?”
Nabiki picked up the outfits from the bed and set them in a pile on her desk before sitting herself down criss-cross at the head of her bed. She motioned for Ranma to sit down opposite her. “I know you might not believe it, but all I want to do is talk.”
Ranma raised a brow but sat down anyways, “Okay?”
“Tell me honestly, how are things with you and Akane?” Nabiki put on an air of nonchalance, inspecting her nails as she asked.
Ranma hesitated for a moment, ‘Well, she’s probably just fishing for blackmail…’ He settled on deflecting, but as he opened his mouth he found himself letting out the truth. “Not good at all.”
“Hmm, and why is that?”
‘Well, I’ve already started… and it’s not like I have anyone else I can talk to about it…’ Ranma justified to himself as he responded, “She can’t stand me anymore. Whenever anything happens around here it’s somehow my fault. I’m always some dumb boy, or a pervert, even when I never asked for any of the things that keep happening… And I…” He hesitated, unused to exposing any of his weaknesses.
Nabiki leaned forward and motioned for him to continue. Her eyes, still sharp and analytical, had softened a bit. In spite of himself, the floodgates opened. “These days I just hate myself. I hate how I feel, how being a girl makes me feel… How– how being a man makes me feel even worse. Soon it’s gonna be my last year at Furinkan, and what even happens after that? It ain’t like I do good enough ta’ continue but what else am I gonna do? Marry Akane? Have a loveless marriage? Just become that old neighborhood pervert who ain’t good for nothin’ but martial arts? I don’t got any idea what to do, and I end up taking it all out on Akane. I knew she was gonna clock me when I started insulting her earlier, but I did it anyways because it’s better than… better than dealing with my feelings, I guess.”
Nabiki smiled at him, an odd mix of sympathetic and predatory that somehow felt at home on her face. “Lucky for you, I have the perfect solution. If you want to do the things I tell you to do, do them. If you don’t, then don’t. Got it?”
Ranma tilted his head, “Okay?”
Nabiki nodded, “Good. Now: Call yourself a girl.”
Ranma leaned forward, ready to chew Nabiki out. “Of all the– I ain’t– I… I’m a girl.” Sh– he didn’t know why he said it, but it left a pleasant hum resting in his chest.
Nabiki must have noticed, as her smile widened, “Do it again, call yourself a girl again.”
“I’m… I’m a girl.”
“Again.”
“I’m a girl.”
“Again.”
“I’m a girl!”
Against hi– her own will, she found herself smiling as each repetition strengthened the euphoria building up within her. She looked down at herself, at how the blue dress framed her tits, how her hands were soft and smooth but still callused where it mattered. Without further prompting, she whispered again, “I’m a girl…” Then, she remembered that she’d done all of that in front of Nabiki and felt a spike of fear. She looked up to see Nabiki still looking sympathetic rather than like she’d just discovered the blackmail jackpot that it was.
“I suspected as much. Tell me, do you have another name you want to go by or is Ranma still good?”
“You can’t go tellin’ anyone Nabiki or I’ll… I… Yoiko, my name is Yoiko.” Yoiko hadn’t really thought about what name she’d have as a girl beyond what was needed for her disguises, but somehow what she said felt right.
Nabiki stuck out her hand, “Well Yoiko, It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Yoiko shivered as the words crossed her lips. Hearing someone else call her that without a disguise, it made it feel real. Still, she couldn’t forget that it was Nabiki of all people across from her.
“Why exactly are you being so… Nice about this?” Yoiko said, staring intensely at the woman across from her.
Nabiki, to her surprise, actually blushed slightly and averted her gaze, “Well, let’s just say I move in… similar circles to a few people like you.”
“More people with Jusenkyo curses?” She tilted her head, she knew Nabiki wouldn’t hang out much with any of the cursed individuals that she knew.
Nabiki sighed and pressed her palms together. “I’m gay Yoiko, so I make it a habit of knowing all of the gay and trans people around Nerima.”
Yoiko suddenly felt the atmosphere, sitting alone with Nabiki on the girl’s bed, shift into something more intimate with that information. She had to know though, “What about Akane?”
Nabiki leaned back and sighed, “As straight as they come. I’ve made a lot of money off people betting otherwise.”
Yoiko looked down at herself, “So if I..?” Even though their relationship had deteriorated to the point that there was little hope of recovery, it still felt awful hearing the final nail in the coffin.
“I’m afraid so. If you still have to marry a Tendo sister, I’m all you’ve got.”
Yoiko whipped her head up to stare at Nabiki, whose smile was now a different sort of predatory than before. “You just mean that as a joke, right? Right?”
Nabiki leaned forward, “Why not? I can respect a strong woman who can pull some dirty tricks to get what she wants. If you stopped getting into all those fights with Akane that tear up the house you’d be making me– us– a lot of money. Besides, you’re probably the only chance I’ll ever get to actually marry someone I have a chance of liking. Just think of the tax benefits!”
Yoiko went from blushing to squinting at Nabiki, “Really, the tax benefits?”
“Never underestimate the value of a good tax deduction.” Nabiki nodded to herself in full seriousness, and Yoiko almost giggled at the display. She’d never have admitted it while she still had a chance with Akane, but when she wasn’t at the wrong end of one of Nabiki’s schemes she could admit the older girl was oddly cute sometimes.
“What about all the fiancees, and about my mom, and about pops?”
“If any of the fiancees don’t give up because you’re a girl, I think I’ll be able to convince them to lay off. Do you really think I wouldn’t have good dirt on all of them after all this time? As for your parents, I have my ways…”
Yoiko stared at Nabiki, who radiated confidence. It was strange, but she found herself almost believing what she said. The idea of someone actually, willingly diving into her messed up life and actually trying to fix things… someone who had already somehow forced Yoiko to fix one of her own biggest issues… She couldn’t help but blush and squirm even as a Genma-like voice urged ‘him’ not to give in to such weak feelings.
Seeing her affect on the recently bloomed girl, Nabiki crawled forward to be much closer to Yoiko. “So, want to test our chemistry before thinking about switching engagements?”
“I… We shouldn’t…” Yoiko began to lean away but Nabiki captured the back of her head and pulled her back in.
“I’ll stop if you tell me to stop.” Nabiki leaned in and captured Yoiko’s lips in her own, forcing them down into the bed. Using one hand to continue to grip into the base of Yoiko’s pigtail, her other hand began caressing small circles into Yoiko’s thigh.
Yoiko couldn’t help but shutter under Nabiki’s assault, having never experienced such advances willingly in her girl body– in her girl body thinking as a girl. Yoiko sucked in her breath as Nabiki’s hand began tracing its way closer and closer to her inner thighs. Nabiki withdrew for a moment, basking in the effect she was having on Yoiko as she slowly inched her hand up to Yoiko’s wet pussy. She held her hand up against Yoiko’s pussylips until Yoiko, flushed as red as her hair, gave a small nod. Nabiki pressed hard into the moist patch in Yoiko’s underwear before slipping it to the side and pressing two fingers inside. As she began taking care of Yoiko, she leaned in to put her mouth up against the girl’s ear.
“You love that, don’t you Yoiko?” Nabiki felt Yoiko tense up with please at the sound of her own name. “Oh, is me saying your name all it takes? Yoiko, Yoiko, Yoi~ko, Yoi~ko…”
Just like the first time, every utterance of her name sent a tingle of pleasure running up her spine knowing it was hers, she was Yoiko! She quickly lost herself in the dual experience of letting herself be taken care of and hearing her true name being spoken out into the world. She had never experienced anything like the pleasure Nabiki was giving her. She’d long avoided touching her own pussy, always worried it would make her a girl or validate the people who accused her of perversion. The mix of untapped sexual feelings and pure euphoria quickly drove her to the edge, and she only avoided screaming out in pleasure by instinctively biting down hard on Nabiki’s shoulder.
As her climax died down, she released Nabiki from her jaws and laid her head back against the bed. Nabiki, meanwhile, looked extremely satisfied in spite of her new wound. “You owe me for marking me up like that, Yoiko, now how are you going to pay me back? Hmm?”
Nabiki had to bite back a squeal as Yoiko suddenly flipped them over, pinning Nabiki down with a kiss of her own.