He hadn't. Still knowing absolutely nothing about him

Turning to face you at last, he said rather matter-of-factly, "No. Though maybe if I'd have known what the fuck I was supposed to be looking for..." His voice growing angry once more. "Seriously, how the fuck could you keep this from me, dude? Never mind the whole baby thing, those other movies could have really helped me out. Shown me how to better act like her and acclimatize to her life. We're supposed to be best friends for God sake! We're meant to tell each other everything. And here's you hiding something really fucking important like this!"

"I know. I know," you responded. Aware of all of these things, but being able to do little more than apologize once more. "And I am really sorry. I truly am. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I just accidentally stumbled across the DVDs in the linen closet and then... well, you were getting out of the shower and you were nude..."

"Oh, don't give me that lame ass excuse!" he snapped. Pushing himself up off the floor now so that he was towering above you. "Acting like you were too fucking turned on to tell me. You took it home with you and kept it for what, weeks... months even? Never saying one word. Even after we found out I was pregnant, it still never dawned on you to say something. Why?"

Again, you didn't really know how to answer. Having no satisfactory reason that made any sense. Stuttering nervously, "I... I don't know! I guess I was... I was..."

"You were what? Come on, spit it out!"

"I guess I was scared, and kinda jealous," you finally blurted, jumping up off your own seat. This indeed having been the truth, and in a way, it still was.

Naturally this only made Randall more angry and confused. "Jealous!? What the fuck?"

"It's stupid I know, but I thought if you saw that John guy, with his fucking movie star good looks and his gigantic big dick, well then you... you'd... "

"...I'd stop having sex with you and go looking for him instead?" he asked, finishing the thought for you. Laughing then at the ridiculousness of this. "Are you fucking serious?"

You knew it made no sense, and really wished you'd hadn't, but it was how you'd felt when you'd saw him and the real Miss. Card together at the time. Envying him in almost every way. His charm. His tight body. His large penis. His ability to be with a Goddess like her and have her eating out of the palm of his hand, rather than the other way round. Again feeling this way when you realized he could be the father. The father that you had been absolutely certain was you.

Ceasing is laughter then, no longer finding it at all funny, Randall then went on to explain, "First of all, even if I did do that, it's my choice not yours. We have sex for fun not cause we're in a freaking relationship or anything. And second of all, what makes you think I can't fuck more than one guy at a time?" Adding, as a punch to the gut, "I mean, I have already."

Now it was your turn to be surprised. Asking in slight disbelief, "Wait... what? You've had sex with someone else?" Not sure if he actually meant this, or was just saying it to piss you off.

It seemed that he did mean it however. Telling you then to "Open your eyes, Tim! I woke up the day after "my birthday" in some random dude's shirt with pictures of a dick all over my phone. You really think I didn't get fucked senseless that night?"

"I... " you started. Quickly trailing off. Having in all honesty not really given that particular morning all that much thought since it had happened. Randall having been so hungover and emotional about being a woman, and you having been so excited about sex with Allison that at the time, you had kind of put all that to the back of your mind. Blocking it out perhaps. Because you didn't want to see what was right there in front of you, no matter how many signs you now realized there were. The car pulling away in the morning. The trail of clothes leading to his bedroom. As well as said shirt and dick pic. Holy shit. Randall did fuck someone that night!

"Not to mention Alex," he then continued. While you were still reeling from this first revelation. Looking you square in the eye, almost with malice, as he then nodded, "Yeah, that's right. He asked me out on a date during the cab ride home from your mom's dinner party. And well, seeing as he was an okay guy and his own mother was right there next to us, I agreed. Figuring at the very least I'd get a nice meal out of it. Well, lets just say that after a few drinks I got a whole lot more than just a nice meal. More than once in fact. He even showed me a few moves that I ended up using on you. Never wondered where I suddenly learned all that stuff?" The "stuff" in question presumably being the various new positions and tricks he'd started adopting in bed this past month. Not to mention the fact that he actually let you cum on his tits. Having become way more confident and experienced in the sack than he'd ever been before. Which at the time, he'd put down to the Internet.

"No. I just thought that..." you quietly began to murmur. Suddenly changing track. "I can't believe you had sex with him! Seriously, what the fuck?" It being your turn now to feel angry and betrayed.

"We're not fucking married, dude. I can have sex with whoever the hell I want. And besides, you've got Gretchen Collins."

"That's... that's not the same and you know it," you told him. Wondering for a split second if he was actually jealous. Not that there was any need to be. You and Gretchen going nowhere fast, and you hadn't even so much as kissed. He was the one who, by the sounds of it, had been regularly fucking some other dude behind your back. "Are... are you still seeing him?"

He shook his head. "Fuck no." Seeming almost offended by the question."And it was just a handful of times. Some fun while you were off with your little jock friends." It definitely starting to appear like he had indeed been jealous. Jealous of your relationship with Gretchen and with Bryce, and possibly even Sean. Which was quite possibly the reason why he had kept using his body to get you to spend time with him instead. "Anyway, that's not the issue here. The issue is you lying to me. Me! After everything we went through with the whole "ignoring you for George" thing. You crossed a line, and I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to trust you now. My own fucking best friend... Some friend you turned out to be."

Though there was still a lot of anger in his voice, there was a lot of sadness also. Your actions having clearly hit him deep. And so, trying to put aside everything that had just been banded back and forth between the two of you, as well as your own feelings of jealousy and anger, you looked him square in the eyes... those big, beautiful, deep brown eyes, and pretty much begged for forgiveness.

"Listen, Randall... I know it was a stupid move, and I really am sorry. I was an idiot. But c'mon, please! Let me make it up to you in some way."

"I don't think so, dude," he told you. Indicating then towards the door. "In fact, I think it's probably best if you just leave."

"Randall... please!"

He wasn't budging an inch. No matter how hard you pleaded. Telling you to, "Save it. I don't wanna hear anymore apologies. I've got enough to worry about with being pregnant and only now finding out who the father is, without all this shit too. You can let yourself out." Folding his arms over his chest and turning his back on you.

Though you desperately did not want to leave things like this, it was more than apparent that you weren't going to get anywhere with him now. Admitting defeat then as you stared at your best friend's back. Feeling his utter disappointment ,without having to even look upon his face. It being almost palpable in the air.

Letting out a sigh, you turned then and headed towards the door. Hearing a second later, Randall's voice telling you, "Oh, and please don't call me either. I'd prefer to be left alone for a while." This being the final nail in your coffin.

God. I can't believe how badly I fucked that up. You groaned, once you'd were back outside. Thinking to yourself as you fetched your bike from against the s wall, I'm not sure he's ever gonna forgive me. Things looking incredibly bleak right now, and it being the worst time for it to happen as well. Kicking yourself for not just keeping your mouth shut. Though knowing fine well that you never would have forgiven yourself if you had. The truth needing to come out at some point. Even if it's outcome was definitely not one that you had wanted.

Maybe he just needs a little time to calm down, you thought. Trying to be optimistic as you headed for home. The two of you having been through much worse together. Him waking up in the body of an adult woman being one. Yeah. I'll just give him some time. Just like he said. Then things will surely go back to normal. Or at least you hoped they would. The two of you having never before had a row quite like that one. Still not being able to forget your own anger when he had revealed he'd been sleeping with other men. Even though you knew you shouldn't be. It being like he'd said, you weren't in a relationship. Having to continually remind yourself of this due to the incredibly fucked up nature of your friendship now. Or at least how you'd friendship had been. Now you weren't quite so sure.