The hit new romantic comedy.

Despite his comment, Randall probably wasn't enthused with Rebecca's final choice - a new romantic comedy that was topping the box office. Knowing Randall's tastes, he would have preferred either a thrill-packed action film or a more juvenile teen comedy. Still, you had to give him credit. He acted pleased with the choice, basing his reaction on how your mom would likely have been.

The movie itself was okay - definitely not your first choice, but overall entertaining. Randall seemed to enjoy himself quite a bit, the novelty of cracking jokes with Rebecca providing enough fun to improve his opinion of the film. You, on the other hand, were probably distracted by your concerns about Randall revealing something to Rebecca - or anyone else, for that matter. You needlessly worried, though, as Randall did perfectly well, acting for the most part like the 40 year old woman he now was.

Still, you felt a sense of relief when Rebecca finally dropped the two of you back at your house. She left after making more plans with Randall for later in the week.

"Yo, Tim. What'd'ya think? I did pretty awesome for our first time out in public as 'mother and son', didn't I?" he asked as soon as Rebecca had gone. By his expression, he was obviously expecting some praise.

"Yeah, sure," you had to admit. "You did well enough, I guess. Though I did have to jump in to keep you from stepping in it," you teased.

He rolled his eyes and then stuck out his tongue, the expression looking almost funny on your mom's face. "You're just jealous cause I'm so awesome! I'm even getting good at walking in heels!"

You watched as he comfortably twirled around in your mom's nice heels, spinning around on one foot before losing his balance and falling into you. You stumbled back but managed to grab onto Randall to keep him from falling. Laughing, you responded "maybe you need a little more practice!" Randall pulled himself away, kicking off his heels. You now looked down on Randall. Standing on just his pantyhose-clad feet he lost several inches, making him substantially shorter than you - a major change from Randall's own tall, lanky frame. "You just like the heels because you're so short now!" you joked.

He tried to glare at you, then gave your leg a kick that you could barely feel. "Jerk. You shouldn't talk back to your mother!" he said before dissolving in a fit of giggles.

The two of you continued teasing and taunting each other good-naturedly, happy to relax after a fun but still tense evening. You goofed around awhile longer, playing a few games on your xbox. You had trouble focusing, though, with Randall dressed this way. It was weird enough playing him in your mom's body when he was dressed in sweats. But seeing your mom sprawled out on the floor in a nice dress, kicking her feet in the air, as she played Call of Duty was an order of magnitude stranger. You kept glancing over at him, trying to get comfortable with the image. The slight distraction provided Randall with all the opportunity he needed to completely cream you.

Finally you decided to call it a night. "Sorry, dude, but I DO have to get up early to catch the bus," you said. "It's not like I can count on you to drive me."

"Hey!" Randall said. "You know I will if you need me to. It's just I'd have to get up SO early. You wouldn't believe how much longer it takes to get ready now,"

he complained.

"I know, I was just kidding," you responded.

"Tell you what," he said as you turned to go up to your room. "Maybe I can drive you a couple days a week. Guess I need to get my lazy ass up earlier anyway," he laughed. "But not tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure, okay," you agreed. "Catch you later..." And you headed up to get ready for bed.

A few days passed and you both settled into a routine. Randall seemed to be making strides at masquerading as your mother, doing quite a bit better around Rebecca and some of your mom's other friends. The meals the two of you made were edible but clearly there was a long way to go before they were anywhere near the quality of your mother's food. Things were getting fairly comfortable until one night when...