A New Senshi
A Ranma/Sailor Moon spamfic
By Slacker
He looked at the pen-thingie. He looked at the green-haired woman who had given it to him. He looked at the pen-thingie again. Nothing special there. It just looked like a really cheezy pen, one of those a schoolgirl would buy. He looked at the woman again. She was kinda special. You didn't see green hair and red eyes every day, after all. He asked the question uppermost in his mind.
"This'll take care of my curse? You promise?"
"It'll take care of your Jusenkyo curse, yes." The woman answered. She seemed to be holding back a smile. He didn't notice.
"I'll be helping others?"
"In a way that you could never even contemplate before."
She noticed his blank look. She simplified. "Yes, you will."
He made his choice. "What do I need to do?"
"Just raise the pen above your head and say whatever comes to mind. The magic will take care of the rest." Oh, yes. The magic will definitely take care of the rest.
He slowly lifted the pen-thingie. A phrase bubbled up from the recesses of his brain. He considered it for a second. He said it.
"TERRA PLANET POWER, MAKE UP!"
He was inside of a light show on steroids. His clothes disappeared. Before he had a chance to contemplate that fact, clothing appeared, too quickly for him to catalogue each piece. The light show ended. He landed and struck a pose. He examined himself. A white leotard, deep brown skirt with matching elbow-length gloves and knee-high boots. A tiara and earrings, both with gems that matched the skirt. A neckerchief that matched the skirt, with the ends hanging down over his breasts.
Wait. Skirt? Earrings? BREASTS!?!? He looked down at his chest. Yes. Those were breasts. He felt a little lower, praying he was wrong. He wasn't. Something very necessary to being a guy was missing. He looked up, alarmed. The green-haired woman was gone. Lacking a person to question, he fell back to his default option. He grabbed his umbrella and shouted.
"RANMA, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!"
Somewhere in Nerima, Ranma sneezed. Then he felt something unfamiliar. He looked down. Where did this tuxedo come from? And why do I want to go get a rose?
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Author's note-thingie:
Yes, I wrote this. Yes, it's probably been done. I did it anyways. No, I won't be continuing it. (Unless I get bored. Then all bets are off.)