... Joan, right down to the heels and makeup.

..Joan! It was your Auntie Joan. Right down to the light splash of makeup round his eyes and on his lips, the nail polish on his fingers, as well as the pair of (what looked to be about anyway) 4 inch white pumps on his feet.

Holy shit! You hadn't been expecting that!

"Dude, what are you doing here?" he asked, looking nervously around the corridor in case anyone might overhear him, while you just stood there gawping at this amazing transformation. It being just so bizarre seeing him dressed exactly like her. Having expected instead to find him still wearing his own ill fitting clothes or something. Not this!

Your Auntie had always been something of a snappy dresser, even when casual, and somehow Randall had managed to imitate that to a T. Her short dark hair was not how you last saw it, all frizzy and slightly matted from lying in the hospital bed all day, but was instead sleek and perfectly straight. Recently washed by the looks of it. Her ears were adorned by a small pair of white earrings, and as earlier stated her makeup was immaculate. As for what she was wearing, Randall had her dressed in a tight fitting light blue sweater, gray belt and white, knee length skirt. The sweater clinging to her every curve, emphasizing her exceptionally large chest and slim stomach, while the skirt showed off her incredibly smooth and shiny looking legs. The pumps meanwhile emphasizing her calves and giving him a remarkable feminine posture.

"I was... I was..." you stuttered, still reeling from the sight - it feeling very much like you were standing in front of your actual Auntie again.

Looking similarly flustered by your presence, he said rather bluntly, "Never mind. Just get in here will you?" Checking the corridor again and grabbing you by the arm, pulling you inside the apartment.

"Sorry, but I don't want my neighbor thinking I'm any more of a weirdo than he already does," he explained as he closed the door behind you (obviously having had some sort of run in with him before). "Anyway... It's good to see you again, dude," he smiled, nervously. Trying to suppress his own surprise over you suddenly being here, but failing rather miserably. "How... how did you get here anyway?"

"Wait, just hang on a second here..." you told him, still desperately trying to work out what the hell was going here, "...Randall, what the fuck?!"

"What do you mean?"

This response seemed altogether too oblivious for your liking. Especially after all the panicking you'd been doing for the last few hours.

"What do I mean? What do I mean?" you repeated, showing him your phone. "I've been like sending you messages and trying to call you pretty much all day! Why haven't you been answering?"

"Oh. Oh shit, have you?" he asked, turning then and hurrying over to the coffee table where your Auntie's expensive looking black Gucci handbag lay. His heels clacking on the wooden floorboards as he went. It was impressive to witness, Randall gliding with ease, seemingly having no problem at all walking on heels. Almost as if he'd being doing it his entire life...

Rummaging through the handbag for a moment, presumably looking for his phone, he let out an exasperated sigh. "Shit! I thought it was in here. I must have left it at the office."

Office...? What office? you thought to yourself, wondering if he meant your Auntie's work.

"Sorry, dude. I'm still getting used to carrying one of these things around, and keeping stuff in it. There's so much crap in here to remember... What were you trying to message me about anyway? Has something happened?"

"That's what I was gonna ask you?" you replied, trying not to let the sight of Randall like... well, like that, distract you. Having a hell of a lot of questions still to ask. "It's been like two weeks since I heard from you. I was worried you were dead or something. What the hell happened?"

Giving a nonchalant little shrug, Randall replied, "Nothing really. I've... I've just been kind of busy is all. Got a little wrapped up in all this stuff." Gesturing rather vaguely at the air. You of course took this to mean living out your Auntie's life - which from the looks of it anyway, he seemed to be doing a bang up job of.

"So I can see," you told him, drawing attention to what he was wearing. Still not quite able to believe it. "You... you're dressed just like her!"

You obviously knew that he was going to have to, that this agreement you'd all signed meant that he was now in the eyes of everyone else, your Auntie. You just never expected him to be quite so proficient at it. Randall having never really been all that bothered by clothes... women's clothes especially (unless it was taking them off). Then there was the matter of the actual apartment, the place looking pretty much exactly as it had been the last time you were here. The vast kitchen/living room you were now stood in looking bright, roomy and most importantly of all - clean.

"And, and this place..." you continued, putting these thoughts into words, "I was sure I'd be walking into a tip or something, what with you taking care of it. But it's not!"

"Yeah, I kinda got tired of living in squealer," Randall admitted, it obviously having been at some point. "Started cleaning a little. Which is a total drag."

This definitely was out of character for him. You don't think you'd ever seen a messier bedroom than his old one at home. It having been one of the main points of contention between him and his step-mom.

"And what was that about the office you mentioned? Did you go back to work?"

"Kinda. I went in earlier today to speak to Ryan, your Auntie's boss. But I don't actually start work till Thursday."

Thursday? Randall was actually gonna be doing your Aunt old job in less than a day. Things it seemed really had moved fast. "Holy shit, Randall! What the fuck has being going on?" you asked him, none of this having been previously mentioned during any of his texts. "I know you said things were going okay, but I thought you were just humoring me!"

"I was... at first," he admitted, taking a seat now on your Auntie's expensive white leather couch and crossing her long legs, like it was a natural habit. "Everything was really fucked up at first. This body. This apartment. Having to live this life. My dad and Alice pretty much fucking disowning me. I... I really couldn't cope." This was admittedly more of what you'd been expecting, feeling rather sorry for your friend as you took a seat of your own on the nearby armchair. "But I also didn't want to drag you into it. I didn't want to put you through all this shit after what had happened... So I just kept quiet. Pretended like everything was fine for the first month or so."

"Jesus... Then what happened?" How exactly did he go from that... to this?

"I dunno. I guess I just woke up one day and decided to change things. If this was gonna be my life from now on then there was no point crying about it. I mean, I should've been dead. But your Auntie gave me another chance at life. So I was gonna take it.

"At first I didn't exactly know how. I mean I was still suddenly a girl. I'd gained another 18 year over night and I didn't have the first idea about living on my own. Then... well, it was kinda weird..."

"What was?" you hastily asked, leaning forward in your chair. Though he already had your full attention, these was something about the way he said this that made you all the more eager to find out. His tone and mannerism suggesting that he was unsure whether or not he should actually be telling you this...