He takes it surprisingly well.

You felt ashamed and embarrassed. You were supposed to be the strong one, being there to support your best friend. But instead you fainted when confronted with the **** form of your mother! And when you awoke later in your room, you refused to go see Randall, afraid to face the truth of what had happened. You told yourself you just needed to work up the courage - that you had to take some time to process the loss of your mother and the change to your best friend. But you the truth was the you simply wanted to deny what the doctors had told you and pretend it hadn't happened.

It could have taken days or even weeks before you were willing to face the facts. But Randall **** your to deal with it by appearing in your room one day. You were laying in the bed staring mindlessly at the tv when the door to your room opened and someone walked in. "Mom?" you said automatically as she entered the room. It certainly looked like her - the shoulder length, straight dark hair, green eyes, and the still-fit 'MILF' body that your friends teased you about. She walked in wearing a hospital robe and slippers, looking a little odd to you without makeup. She shut the door and turned to you, shaking her head.

"Tim," she said in a soft voice, "they told me you knew. What are you doing, man? Why are you hiding in here?"

You stared at her for a minute before the realization sank in. This wasn't your mom! "Randall?" you asked. "Is it really you?"

She grimaced. "Yeah, dude, it's me, believe it or not," she said in tone full of irony. "Now your loving mother..."

At your crestfallen expression, she exclaimed "Oh shit! Sorry, man, I didn't think. As usual, opening my big mouth..."

She walked over and sat on the edge of your bed. "I'm sorry about your mom. She was wickedly cool - better to me than my own mom. It's all fucked up, me being in her body and all."

You began to feel bad. Here you were wallowing in your own angst and self-pity while Randall had to face waking up in another body. Granted, you lost your mom. But he lost his whole life! He had suddenly found himself more than 20 years older and female - and even worse, the mom of his best friend!

You finally found your voice. "No, it's okay. I'm the one who's sorry. I should have been there for you. Or at least come to see you. I'm been a real dickwad. I know this has to be freaking you out."

She shrugged. "Hmm, yeah, you could say that. Got to admit it was a shocker. Waking up with tits and a pussy. And I'm old now - though kinda hot, I got to say."

You flinched at that and she hastened to add "Oh, sorry, I know you're sensitive about that. But you have to admit your mom's a babe." She paused a second. "Well, I guess that means I'm a babe now... shit, I don't know. This is a real fubar situation."

You nodded slowly in agreement.

"But at least there's one good thing," she continued. "We'll finally be roommates."

"Huh?" you asked before remembering the doctor's words. "Wait, they were serious? You have to pretend to be my mom?" you asked incredulously.

"Yeah," she snorted. "I'm your 'mommy' now. Isn't that the shit?"

"So everyone thinks you're my mom - that you're Jennifer Connors? And what, that 'Randall' is dead?"

She nodded. "Everyone but you and me, a few people with the hospital, and my folks..."

"Your folks?" you prodded. "What about them? What do they think?" Randall's relationship with his Dad & step-mom had been very tumultuous, and you weren't certain how they would react to something like this.

Randall sighed and answered.