Return to Recipient - A Ranma 1/2 fanfic
Summary:
Ranma hasn't been feeling right for as long as he can remember, and he just figured that's normal. But after Jusenkyo, and especially after Jusendo, the feeling of "wrongness" has been getting more and more noticeable...
...because he doesn't feel it in his cursed form.
He continues to just cope, keeping his struggle to himself, until he finds a letter tucked into his old travel pack addressed to him, written by him, from a 48 hour period that he doesn't remember and nobody will talk to him about.
Notes:
During the writing of 🔞 And at This Point I'm Afraid to Ask 🔞, I realized I was speed-running Ranma's egg-to-hatched trans journey and made an author's note of that. In the comments for that work, I got a note bemoaning the fact that I didn't spend more time on Ranma's realization, coming out, and social transition as a woman while understanding my reasoning. I replied stating that I needed a good hook, something that hadn't been hammered to death by other authors, and at the time I didn't have anything. I really got it in my head that I should do something, so I posted to Tumblr and started putting it out to the universe that I was Poly Transwoman Author Seeking Story Inspiration and Motivation, in Open Relationship with current WIPs.
I was scrolling through the "Ranma 1/2" tag this morning trying to find something I hadn't read when I bumped into Dear Diary by JaquiK. I've read it, of course, and it's short and, for what it sets out to do, good. "Feels like it needs more," says I, "Wish the author would continue it, make something more of it than they did."
The little author that lives in my head rent free and looks remarkably like Ranma-chan ran up behind me and socked me in the back of my head, "Dummy! There's your plot hook!" Then she backed a dump truck up and dropped about 3/4 of a story's worth of ideas on me.
With the 2023 holidays in full swing (it's Cyber Monday as I type this) I'm not sure how quickly I'll get to outlining this or getting chapters 2-5 out (my personal metric for whether the author is serious about a work is if they have 5 chapters out. This has been a solid rule of thumb for long-form fiction and hasn't failed me regardless of fandom), but I wanted to get at least chapter 1 out as quickly as possible. Tags will be added as I add more chapters, mostly because my writing process means I'm not sure what tags will apply until I'm writing something that necessitates them. 😋
I hope you enjoy it.
Preview below the cut
He had opened it and read the letter. Halfway through he realized he was shaking and that was when he'd vacated to the roof. He finished reading it fairly quickly, read it again, and then again. He was sure it was a fake of some sort at first, but it was like there was a voice in the back of his head telling him it was the genuine article. Not a 'voice,' per se, but like he could hear it in his girl-form's voice as he read it, like a memory of her reading it to herself after she'd written it to make sure it made sense. After, he'd sat there for nearly half an hour, watching as the sky turned deeper blue in anticipation of the sunset. Sighing for reasons he couldn't articulate yet, he looked at the top of the paper, noting the date again. It'd been written months earlier, on a day that was a big gap in Ranma's memory. This wasn't unusual for him, of course, his memory was notoriously spotty. This particular gap stood out, however, because he hadn't been able to tease the memory out no matter how he worked it, and everyone in the house behaved...weird whenever he asked about it. That more than anything told him that whatever had happened was significant enough the be memorable...about a time he had no memory.
He read the letter again,
Dear Ranma Saotome,
I hope quite sincerely that you never find this letter, that you won't ever need to find it because you won't have come back. That sounds awful, but if you're back, then that means that I'm gone.
I woke up this morning, and for once in my life I felt right. I didn't realize until it'd been explained to me by Akane that I didn't belong. I'm somehow in your body, awake and alive and able to be just me, and all thanks to Jusenkyo. And, apparently, a smack on the head with a pan. I love Akane, but she has such a temper.
And I do feel ALIVE. I have your memories, but they're so...cloudy, so dark and hazy. When I make myself remember them, it's like a layer of shadow and pain is over all of them. It hurt so much to be you that I can understand why you hid away and I came out.
Your body makes me feel wrong.
I don't know what it means, how it happened or why I'm here. I think maybe a doctor might be able to help, but then we'd have to explain about the...'curse.' I don't like calling it a curse, that would mean it was bad. For me, it's not. It's wonderful and beautiful and it means I get to exist in a body that doesn't make me feel like I'm wrong. Uncle Tendo splashed me with hot water and turned me into a boy, and it was horrible. I wanted to climb out of my skin to make the wrongness stop. Don't get me wrong, I understand that you're quite handsome, in another world I could probably see you and consider you a fine catch, maybe even try to make you my husband somehow. But to be wearing your body felt like looking down and seeing a
At this point there were several attempts to write a kanji, each attempt being scratched out with the pen. Finally, the writer of the letter managed to put down what they were trying to say;
cat and not being able to get away from it. Being a boy felt horrible and wrong. You're welcome to it, I never could.
In case I haven't made it clear, I'm a woman. Well, I suppose I'm still a girl, but I'm growing up to be a woman and I have dreams of being like big sis Kasumi and keeping a nice house and getting flowers, maybe planting a garden. I want to be married, but I guess I haven't grown up enough yet, because I don't think I like boys yet. I keep imagining a future where I'm married and being a housewife, but all I can see as a 'husband' is Akane. Isn't that silly? She's a tomboy, but she's not that much of a boy! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o
In case you do read this letter, take care of Akane. She took good care of me today, even though it was very obvious she missed you terribly. I'm writing this in our room as I'm trying to sleep, hoping that it will help with my racing thoughts and the feeling of loneliness; father is refusing to sleep in the room, he considers me disgraceful. I find without someone else around I cannot sleep. I imagine that's because, from what I remember, that's the only life you've ever known, and technically you and I are the same person.
If you are reading this, then I'm gone. Please find a way to stop that awful pain you carry with you. I experienced it for only a few hours, you've had it for your entire life. As strong as you are, as much of a martial artist as everyone says, I can only imagine that much pain will break you someday.
Love,
Ranma Saotome
Pain... thought Ranma. She called it pain.
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I wrote and drew a silly little parody comic about a kid who gets bitten by a radioactive girl
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Narration from panel 1: I was just a normal college boy...or so it seemed. Little did I know that a part of me was yearning to break free
Panel 1 description: a pre-transitioned trans person with tawny skin and very long bangs obscuring the eyes, standing alone in front of a yellow background. Holding an orange backpack on one hand. Has a dark gray Nine Inch Nails Shirt.
Narration from panel 2: That all changed when I was bitten by a radioactive girl!!
Dialogue from Panel 2: "Y'OWWWWW" yells the kid as he is bitten by the radioactive girl
Panel 2 description: in a red room, the protagonist from the first panel had their arm stretched out and it is being bitten by a short-haired girl who is glowing bright green because she is radioactive. The green light is emanating intensely while the protagonist is screaming to the top of their lungs
Narration from panel 3: The doctor thought the amount of radiation from the bite should have been lethal to anyone, but I LIVED! The bite made changes to my body that made me happy to be alive....almost as if this is who I was destined to be
Panel 3 description: the protagonist's hair has grown longer, she now has a more feminine body build, and she is wearing a skirt that resembles the transgender flag. She has her arms raised towards her chest and she is very happy. She stands in front of a gradient background that has the colors of the trans flag
Narration from Panel 4: I was never [deadname], I was always Penelope
Song from Panel 4:
🎵There's no spiders
There's no man
She's a girl
and she is trans
Luscious hair
On this girl
and a pretty skirt to twirl
Look out
She is valid and trans!!🎵
Description from panel 4: the protagonist, who is revealed to be named Penelope Porter, is now wearing a cheerleader outfit and has pom-poms in both hands. She is jumping with joy in the middle of an American Football stadium. The stadium is massive and the bleachers are packed with so many people.
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Sudden memory
I was like, nine or ten. At scout camp they made us play a game: here's a man who says women shouldn't be allowed to do some stuff. It was specifically about scouting, so it was that according to him it was Good and Proper to have separate Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts. Then here's this woman who says that scouting should be co-ed, actually, and girls should learn survival skills alongside boys while boys should learn to cook alongside girls. Okay, now go stand beside the one you think is right.
I was literally the only one who went and stood by the woman.
The troop leaders were dumbfounded, and patiently explained to me that I was supposed to agree with the man, actually.
I wondered why for days, until camp was over and for several days after.
...in retrospect, that should have clued me in to something.
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