As I suspected, the revenge did not end with that one night.  In truth,
it had just begun.

	The next day, I received a message detailing where and who I was
supposed to meet to arrange for my move.  It was relatively
straightforward, with the exception of one line.

	"Oh, about the curse, and your fiancee... we'll make sure she
understands."

	At first, this did not strike me as odd... I figured that they would be
going to explain it to her.  Then, a bad feeling hit me, and I ran for a
telephone.

	"Hello?" she answered.
	"Hello, love, it's Douglas."
	"Oh... Hi!" she sounded excited to hear my voice, but something seemed
a touch odd.
	"How are things with you?" I asked, trying to bring myself to the
reason I called.
	"Oh... they're just great," she answered.  She seemed perfectly happy,
but something on the edge of her voice just didn't sound right to me. 
"How are you?" she asked.
	"Oh... I'm fine..." I said, not terribly convincingly.
	"No, you're not.  What's wrong?"
	"Umm... well... ahh..... I'm... about half the man I used to be?
	Silence.  After a moment, she said.  "Tell me you're joking."
	"I'm afraid not."
	"Then it was real..."
	"What?" Now I am the worried one.
	"I got this visit last night... I thought it was a dream."  In the
background, I hear the sound of water running, then a splash, then the
phone hitting the floor.
	"Hello?  Hello?" I called out.  For a moment there was silence, then a
distinctly male voice answered.  "Oh my... it's real."
	"Yes, it is," I answered.  It was an odd feeling for me.  Part of me
was very angry that they would dare touch her... and yet part of me was
happy that I would not be suffering the curse alone.  In addition, it
felt strange to be speaking words of endearment to a male voice on the
line.
	"Love... I'm on my way," I said.
                           * * * * * * * * *
	When I arrived in College Station, it was raining.  At first I managed
well, but halfway to my fiancee's dorm my umbrella turned inside out. 
Fortunately, I was walking between two buildings at the time, so nobody
saw me change.  That would have been most embarrassing.
	Quickly, I found a place to change clothes, switching into a basically
similar outfit, but one several sizes smaller.  On the way to my
fiancee's dorm, I found that I was attracting attention... the wrong
kind.  I made a mental note to wear baggier clothes from then on.
	By the time I finally made it there, she met me at the door.  Quickly
ushering me inside, she locked her door behind her.  Not even waiting to
change me back, she kissed me passionately.  It was an odd feeling,
rather unlike what I had felt before, but not entirely unpleasant
either.  At any rate, it was nice to know that she wasn't repulsed by my
curse.
	The real test came when I saw her cursed form, though.  I suppose  that
"he" would be considered rather handsome, though I would not even try to
judge.  I had to continually remind myself that "he" was really "she" in
spirit... where it counted.  The adjustment would not be easy, but I
knew that love would see us through.

	As soon as I was settled in town, I called up my friend and old
roommate Nightelf.  Things don't look too promising for him, I am
afraid.  I see no imminent solution to his assigned task, and I see no
way to rid him of Ranma's threat, either.  My sympathies go out to him.

	Other than that, the only major adjustment has been the constant
presence of the Knight Sabers.  Sylia is unusually kind to me,
considering that I crippled her and put her through emotional torture. 
I almost fear that she is plotting behind my back.
	I need fear no such thing of Christine and Nene... they plot in front
of my face.
	How anyone who knew of my curse could be attracted to my female form is
beyond me... I guess for one of Mackie's age anything is possible. 
@#$@% hentai.

	I continue to search for a cure, but I have little hope.  I think I
shall be enduring Nene-chan's revenge forever.  Ah, well... it could be
worse, I suppose.

END UPDATE
	
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"And I thought I was the angry one here."
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