You decide to tell your dad the truth and see if it is alright.

In the end, not wanting to keep this ruse up forever, nor seeing the need to (Randall was your best friend after all), you went to your father instead and told him what had happened. He had of course been aware that the two of you had been communicating by text and had had no problem with that, so on hearing that you'd went over to his today to actually see him, he wasn't all that surprised.

"It's good to hear he's doing so well, and I can understand why you didn't want to tell your mother. But you don't have to keep secrets from me, son," he told you, being actually rather understanding. "If you're fine with seeing him as he is now, then there's nothing to stop you doing that. I'd just prefer it if you at least let me know first. There's enough lies going on around here as it is."

"I know. Sorry, dad," you apologized, your father being right about all the lies. Asking then, "But does that mean I can go see him after school tomorrow? Help him get ready for his job?"

"I don't see why not," he told you, having no problem with the two of you continuing your relationship as you had done. Though admittedly he was rather perplexed by the whole subconscious seeping into his brain thing, just as you'd been, thinking that it sounded pretty damn crazy.

"Yeah, it is kind of weird. But it does seem to be helping him cope with things."

"I'm glad. Well, make sure to tell him I'm thinking of him and I'll try to stop by some time once things have calmed down a little."

Thanking him then and promising that you would do, you then headed back upstairs to get ready for bed, glad that your father knew when to do the right thing. Unlike Randall's own, who you still felt anger towards. Behaving like a complete coward when he should really be there for his son, like yours was for you.

The following afternoon after another long and boring day at school (your only reprieve being a free period spent hanging around with Allison and a couple of other friends), you made your way back over to Randall's apartment again, being greeted with a lot less surprise and confusion than the last time.

"Hey, dude. Thanks for coming," he said on opening the door. Once again being dressed exactly like your Auntie, only this time slightly more casually - in a lightly embroidered, red v neck blouse and dark blue jeans. His feet this time devoid of any shoes (indicating that his day had most likely been spent exclusively indoors).

Following him inside, trying to stop yourself from staring at the way his chest was jutting out of the blouse, or how the material of his jeans was clinging to his ass like a second skin, you took a seat on the couch while he went to fetch you a drink.

"I've got some beer in here if you want," he grinned, looking rather proud of himself. "Got myself a six pack the other day after I realized I can buy it legally now. So long stupid fake idea that never even worked!"

Chuckling at this, recalling the few times you had actually tried to buy booze in the past and failed miserably, you replied, "Cool. Yeah, I'll go one of those." Beer was one of those things that you never really got the chance to drink (your parents and Randall's having both been pretty strict about it).

"On second thoughts though... you are a minor," he said, pausing for a moment on his way to the fridge, throwing you a teasing little smirk. "What kind of responsible adult would I be if I was to actually let you drink?"

"Fuck you, dude! Don't be such a dick," you laughed, shaking your head.

Randall continued playing it up however, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at you authoritatively as he said, "Don't take that tone with me young man. You're not too old to get a spanking you know."

While it was kind of funny you supposed, Randall making light of this strange new dynamic (now being over twice your age and your mother's sister), there really was only so much of this you could take. He'd been your equal less than two months ago. Everything you had done and experienced had pretty much been together since you were like five, so having him acting now like he was suddenly in a much higher position of both maturity and power wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling, truth be told.

"Alright, alright. Lay off, dude. You're not really my Auntie you know. Besides, I'm sure even she wouldn't mind me having one beer."

"Really? Did she ever let you have one in the past?" he questioned, halting his performance and raising an eyebrow.

He admittedly had you there. As cool and as relaxed as your Aunt Joan was, she'd never let you drink either. She'd always told you that you were "gonna have to wait until you're 21" just like everyone else.

"Well... I mean... No, not exactly..." you stuttered, causing Randall to laugh.

Grabbing two bottles out of the fridge then and heading back over towards the couch to join you, he then said, "Well, it's a good thing Auntie Randall's here then, isn't it?"

"Auntie Randall?" you chuckled as he passed you a beer, recalling his reaction when you'd called him the very same thing yesterday, "I thought you hated that name?"

"Well, beats being called Joan by everyone," he explained, grabbing a seat beside you and cracking open his own bottle. "Suddenly being a chick is weird enough without everyone calling you by a different name. It'd be like you waking up tomorrow and having everyone calling you Nancy or something."

You had to agree. "Yeah, that's got to be weird." This being an aspect of the transplant you hadn't really thought about before. The practicality of having to get used to an entirely different name than the one he'd been using for the last 18 years of his life truly was mind boggling. Though what isn't about this whole situation?

Mulling this over with him, as well as a few other aspects of how his life had now changed while you both sat there on the couch sat and tossed back your beers, you decided then to get down to business, bringing up the reason for your visit in the first place and what exactly he needed your help with in regards to tomorrow...

"Well, what outfit to wear for starters. I've narrowed it down to just two, but I'm not entirely sure which one is more appropriate for an executive. I thought you might have a better idea of what kind of thing she wore to the office than I would."

"Yeah, kind of I guess. I mean I certainly saw her a few times on her lunch brake and after having come home from work." Joan had always been a pretty stylish woman and even her office clothes had seemed to reflect that. Usually dressing sort of smart casual most of the time, with the odd pant suit or skirt thrown in for good measure. "Show me what you got then."

"Alright. Just hold on just a sec then while I fetch em," he said, finishing off his beer and scampering quickly off then towards the bedroom, his butt wiggling magnificently as he went.

Finishing off your own beer then, you decided to hell with it! and got up to get yourself another, figuring that I'm gonna need it if I'm gonna be spending the rest of the afternoon staring at clothes. As you headed towards the fridge, you wondered if Randall was just gonna bring them out for you to look at, or if in fact he was actually going to model them for you - thinking to yourself that the latter option would be a much more interesting prospect...

Fuck! What is wrong with me? That's my Aunt's body he's in. Got to stop thinking like that! you said, scolding yourself for doing it again.

Putting the thought out of your mind then, you spent the next five minutes or so looking through your Auntie's DVD collection, spotting a few new purchases that looked a lot more Randall then her. Figuring that he must have brought some of his own when he moved in - just like he had done with his XBox. You also realized, during this time spent waiting for him to return that modeling the outfit for you was presumably exactly what he had planned, seeing how it really shouldn't taking this long just to pull a few items out of a cupboard.

"How about this? You think this looks any good?" he asked you on his return, dressed now in a gray pinstripe business suit with button down jacket, white blouse, knee length pencil skirt, dark hose and a pair of black spiked heels.

Well he certainly looked business like that was for sure. Forget advertising exec... this screamed C.E.O of the whole God damn company! Randall now looking incredibly professional and yet elegant at the same time. The suit being tailored to every glorious inch of his body (it actually being rather surprising that a jacket could even contain that bust).

"Yeah. It does. It looks real good," you told him, running your eyes over his outfit. The heels once again making your Auntie's legs look incredible.

"I just started throwing stuff together and this was the first thing I came up with. But I'm not so sure... it maybe seems a little too full on, if you know what I mean. Like I'm going into some super important meeting or something."

He was probably right about this. It being perhaps a little over the top for just a day at the office. Randall now looking like the quintessential stereotype of a tough, high powered business woman, the likes of which you might see in a movie or on TV. All he really needed was his hair pulled back into a tight bun and a pair of glasses and the look would be complete. Not that he didn't look damn good in it though. There being something kind of sexy about a woman of power.

"Maybe a little, yeah," you told him after a couple more seconds of appraising the outfit. "I suppose it depends how casual the office is. But I'm pretty sure I have seen her wearing that before. Or at least something like it."

"Well, hang on then and let me show you the other one this super brain of mine came up with," he then said, turning on his heels. "Be right back."