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A boy in the hand, Chapter 13"Still glad I'm your knight?" Ranma asked nervously.
"Of course!" Hotaru declared brightly, surprised by the change but not that surprised after removing her head from between Ranma's breasts.
"This means you'll understand stuff about girls that guys will never get," she assured her remembering one of the reasons her mother had given her for her preference.
Ranma thought about that for a moment. "I'm not sure the curse works like that, although I turn into a girl I've never understood them."
Hotaru giggled. "You sound just like papa, she doesn't get some women either and thinks a lot of the stuff most women worry about is silly."
"Like clothes and makeup and junk?" Ranma asked cautiously as the two came out of the bushes holding hands.
"Exactly," Hotaru agreed. "I use a little makeup and jewelry for when I want to look my best. It makes me feel better about myself," she explained.
"Ah..." Ranma nodded. "It's like warpaint. It's declaring you're good looking and all the lesser females should bow before your beauty."
Hotaru giggled. "I don't know that I'd put it quite that way but I guess that's one way of looking at it."
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