“I had another idea to tack on to this little performance of Ranma’s,” piped up Minako. “How’s about we lead off by letting them catch a brief distant glimpse of girl-Ranma necking with a really manly guy, like Mamoru?”
“EWW! No way!” spluttered the aquatranssexual in question, a horrified expression on his face. He would have said more but words had temporarily failed him.
“I’m not wild about cheating on my wife with another guy, either,” interjected Mamoru somewhat sourly. Yes, girl-Ranma was stunning, but knowing she wanted to kiss him exactly as little as he wanted to kiss her boy side was a very effective antidote to any potential attraction he might have felt.
“Well, as long as it’s only acting… no one said the guy had to really be a guy, did they?” pointed out Haruka with a decidedly unfeminine leer.
Michiru shot a searching look at her lover, and pointed out a trifle too calmly, “As long as it looks convincing from a distance, it doesn’t need to be a real kiss, either.”
Haruka made a big show of snapping her fingers in disappointment, her smile shifting to something a lot less predatory and more good-humoured.
“Doesn’t have to be a real kiss… Hum, that’s… actually kind of a… really funny idea,” admitted Ranma thoughtfully. “I’d pay good money to see a picture of their faces when they realize it’s me.”
Permutation, Chapter 7