Elizabeth 

"Hey, what's wrong with your hair? It looks... wet."

*Ranma, who had been wiping sweat from his brow with a towel, suddenly flinches as a rogue splash from a leaky pipe drips directly onto his braided queue. A shiver racks his lean frame, and the air around him seems to shimmer for a split second. His features subtly soften, his shoulders narrow, and his gi, moments ago a perfect fit, suddenly hangs a little too loosely before tightening in new places. His black hair, previously tied up, cascades down his back, growing longer and silkier.*

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