Femininity
By: Dyaoka
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Prince of Tennis
Notes/Warnings: Hm. Finished
this one rather quick. Note: I’m not sure if this still goes on in
Part Three of Three
Monday seemed to come too soon for Ryoma. Groaning as she
rolled over in bed, Ryoma shut off the alarm and got out of bed. Yesterday had
been a very…memorable day for some
people. It wasn’t memorable for Ryoma at all though.
“Ryoma-sama, breakfast is ready!” Nanako called out from downstairs. Ryoma quickly got dressed into her normal school uniform (which meant it was a guy’s uniform). With a tired yawn, she grabbed her tennis stuff and trudged downstairs.
Ryoma ate quietly and quickly, hoping that she wouldn’t be late for practice. However, she paused a bit before leaving. She would be…changing in the same locker room as them. With a resigned sigh, Ryoma trudged back upstairs to get changed into her tennis uniform. No one was going to be peeking at her. Ann had expressed her concern about that during their time at the mall just yesterday. Ryoma sighed—she had no idea how to deal with…this.
“I’m off” she called out quietly as she walked out of the house, swinging her stuff behind her shoulder.
It wasn't until a moment later that Momo came riding by. “You’re going to be late, you know?” the violet-eyed youth said with a grin. “Getting on?” Ryoma rolled her eyes, but got on nevertheless. Momo had always given him…her lifts in the past; why should that change?
They got to school in record time and rushed to practice, making it just in a nick of time to hear the announcements. Tezuka had just leveled a glare at them before turning back to the team. As Tezuka dismissed the team, Horio ran up to the freshman genius. “Oi, Echizen!”
Ryoma’s only acknowledgement of her fellow freshman was the tug on her cap.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you a girl now?”
“I’m a guy, damn it!” Ryoma snapped. Horio raised one end of his unibrow.
“Horio-kun, please don’t bother Echizen-kun” Oishi said, stepping into the conversation, saving the freshman regular. Horio gave a shrug and turned to the other two members of the Freshmen Trio.
“Man…if only Echizen wasn't there…” Horio said wistfully. “Otherwise, I would be on the regulars!”
“In a million years, Horio-kun” Katchiro said, rolling his eyes. “In a million years.”
“Echizen” said a deep voice from behind the
boy-turned-girl. Ryoma looked up to the tall upperclassman, her eyes glaring
daggers at the person who made the cursed Inui Juice. The epitome of the whole
problem…of course, Momo was at fault too. And
somehow, that list ended up including
“No” was the firm answer from the freshman.
“Now, that’s not a way to treat your upperclassman, is it?” a smiling tennis genius said, coming out of nowhere.
Ryoma gave
“Stop socializing!” barked a sharp voice. It was Tezuka
and he was looking at Inui, Ryoma and
“Hm…”
“Nya! Ochibi!”
Why was it that when she just managed to escape from her sadistic upperclassmen, she had to run into her happy upperclassman?
“Stop ignoring me, nya!” the red head said, giving Ryoma a hug. “We should go shopping again, nya! What do you say? What do you say?”
“No.”
“Aww! That was fun! Why not, Echizen?” Momo whined.
“That was fun for you!” Ryoma nearly screeched. “That was torture! You go around and dress up! See how that feels!”
“I think it’s fun, nya…” Eiji said, pouting a bit. “Nya, Ochibi is so cute!” And Eiji glomped onto the freshman. Ryoma sighed dejectedly. Which god did he piss off to deserve this?
“I should be playing tennis” Ryoma said, struggling out of Eiji’s grasp. She quickly walked onto the court, kicking Arai off as she did so.
“Um…Echizen, that wasn’t nice…” Oishi said. He was holding a practice match with Arai—after all, if the second year punk wanted to be on the Regular team next month, he was going to have to train. A lot.
“Whatever. Serve” Ryoma said.
Off to the side, Eiji and Momo whispered to each other.
“Reckon it’s PMS?”
“Yeah…I mean, why else would he…er, she be so moody?”
~*~
The day had passed quite uneventfully for Ryoma, who was currently lying on top of her bed with Karupin curled up to her side.
“When will this end…?” Ryoma said softly to no one in particular. There was a soft knock on her door. “Come in.”
It turned out to be Nanako, her dark haired cousin. Nanako stuck her head in through the door, wanting to say something about dinner, but that died on her lips as she spotted the discarded shopping bags that were lying near the foot of the bed. “What’s this?” she asked, stepping into the room and over carelessly thrown clothes and miscellaneous messes to get over to the foot of the bed. She picked up one of the bags, a beige colored one, and peered into it.
“What are you doing?!” Ryoma exclaimed the moment Nanako had picked it up. But the boy-turned-girl wasn’t fast enough to snatch the parcel from her cousin.
Nanako gave a happy sounding shriek and pulled the clothes from the bag. “When did you get this?!” Ryoma gave a groan. “Put it on, put it on! Let me see how you look in it!” She handed the tank-top over to Ryoma, which was a pretty pastel color of green. The straps crisscrossed on the back, which would be leaving a fair amount of skin being shown.
Ryoma looked over at Nanako, horror upon her face. “No” he said, for about the thirtieth time that day. “No. No. No.”
~*~
Nanjirou yawned. What the hell were the stupid women doing? It did not take that long just to get Ryoma downstairs to eat dinner. First, Nanako had offered to call Ryoma downstairs for dinner. Ten minutes had passed and they did not come down so Rinko decided to go upstairs to get them to come downstairs. Now, a whole hour later, the lecherous monk had already finished his portion of dinner and a good fraction of his son’s…er…daughter’s. It had been a long time. Plus, aren’t girls supposed to be weight-conscious?
“Oi! Rinko, Nanako! Where’s the damned boy?” Nanjirou growled irritably as he climbed the stairs. He was met with giggles and laughter coming from Ryoma’s room.
Curiosity roused, Nanjirou pushed opened the half-closed door to Ryoma’s room. There, he found his…son (it should be daughter, but still…) amongst a pile of clothing. The most shocking thing was that he was seeing Ryoma being clothed in…GIRL’S CLOTHES! In a skirt too, no less…
“Uncle! Isn’t he cute?” Nanako asked as she fixed Ryoma’s messed up hair.
The old monk sputtered and then started laughing, clutching at his stomach. “B-Boy! Y-you…” Nanjirou said no more as he walked down the hall laughing raucously, clutching at his abdomen. “This is too much…!”
“Honey, would you be a dear and get a camera?” Rinko called out to her husband.
“What?!” was Ryoma’s shocked response to the question.
“It’s not everyday this happens” Rinko reasoned. “Oh, you make such a cute little girl!” She patted her son’s (er…daughter’s) cheek.
“Say ‘cheese!’”
Ryoma looked up just in time to see a bright flash from a camera. “…stupid old man…” Ryoma didn’t think twice before tackling her father, trying to snatch the camera from him. “Give me!”
“Hell no, brat! This is blackmail! Blackmail, you hear?!”
Ryoma briefly wondered if her father was in anyway related
to
“Got it!” Ryoma snatched it from his father the moment Karupin took the advantage of jumping onto the old man and setting his teeth into Nanjirou’s arm.
“You stupid cat…!”
“Thank you, Ryoma. Now we can take some good pictures to remember this by…” Rinko said, snatching the camera from Ryoma’s hands in a flash.
“Ahaha! That’s the wife I married!” Nanjirou said as he stumbled downstairs, looking for some bandages while he cursed Ryoma’s ‘psychopathic’ cat. “Take lots of pictures! So I can have lots of blackmail material…”
Why is her family so weird? Why was her…well, their not really friends, but schoolmates, why were they so weird? And why was her life so weird? And most of all, why were girls so weird?!
~*~
Slowly, a week had passed by. And yet, nothing happened. Her body didn’t…change, for a lack of a better term. It didn’t revert back to her old self. And that was starting to worry her. Ryoma, after tennis practice one day, walked up to Inui, demanding an explanation.
“Why haven’t I changed back yet?”
Inui stared down at the younger boy, his eyes veiled behind thick glasses.
“Ah…I had only just figured out recently that it depended on the amount of the juice you drank” Inui said. Ryoma’s gaze turned dangerous, yet Inui continued, undaunted. “One teaspoon would have lasted about a day to two days. Half a cup would have lasted at least a week to two weeks. A full cup would have to last over a month” Inui said. Ryoma felt her jaw drop. One…month?!
“I must say, this juice was invented by something purely accidental” Inui mused. “And since you were the first test subject, how would you like to name this juice? I would have liked to call it Inui’s Gender-Bender V.01 Juice…”
Ryoma gave into the urge to run home crying.
~Finir~