Damn fine it was. And you found yourself virtually hypnotized by the two succulent looking globes pushing out towards you. Almost having to fight the urge to reach out and touch it. ...Almost.
Letting out an awkward little laugh of your own, you agreed with your friend. "Yeah... It is. It really is." Feeling certain that it was going to take quite some time to get properly used to this kind of thing.
Sure enough, a half hour later you were still thinking about that ass, as you both sat at the dinning table eating your breakfast and chatting about how the rest of his night had gone. Randall filling you in on the parts that he had drunkenly failed to mention. Such as having dinner in one of the swankiest restaurants he'd ever seen, as well as letting you in on what exactly went on inside the ladies bathroom behind closed doors...
"... It's all just putting on makeup and bitching about other chicks and dudes and stuff. And get this, they actually sit in the stalls and chat to one another while they're in there. Imagining doing that in the guys!"
You'd get a hell of a lot of funny looks when you came out that was for sure.
He also told you about the club and what it was like in there in much greater details. Telling you about the music, the booze, the endless parade of greasy looking pricks with slicked back hair and fancy shirts, strutting around like they owned the place. As well as, of course, not leaving out the numerous amount of super hot women with barely anything on that seemed to decorate the place. Randall having spent half as much time ogling them as he was being ogled himself. "It was pretty damn sweet!"
"Sounds it. Shame I couldn't go. It sucks only being 17."
"Yeah, well. Look at it this way. You've got another 18 plus years on me, dude," he told you, trying to make you feel better. "When I'm dead and buried, you'll still be rocking your old man walker!"
This unfortunately had quite the opposite effect. "Shit... I never even thought of that."
"Chill, dude. It's cool," he told you. Being rather flippant. "Women supposedly have a long life span than guys anyway."
"Well that makes me feel much better," you sarcastically grumbled. Not really liking the idea that either of you would die before the other.
"Hey, come on now. You're not the one with the killer hangover here," he joked, trying to improve the mood. Informing you then that, "You should totally be fetching and carrying for your poor old Auntie, and helping her out in her time of need."
"Well then, my "poor old Auntie" shouldn't have got so fucking wasted last night that she ended up spewing her guts out, should she?" you replied. Not letting him get away with all that mock 'Auntie' stuff this time. Chuckling slightly then at the look on his face as he grinned, "Touche!"
Settling down then to watch a movie (Randall not really being in the mood for anything more taxing), the rest of the afternoon pretty much went by as it always did. With the only real difference being that he had yet to actually put any pants on. Once or twice he noticed you staring at his legs, and once or twice he jokingly called you out on it - causing you to blush still whenever it happened. You did however at least try and give as good as you got, needing to reprogram your brain into accept this as the norm, and not get so anxious anymore. This led Randall to actually start waxing lyrical about his impressive set of pins. Seemingly having a lot of stuff stored up that he'd never gotten the opportunity before to say. He told you about the pain of having to shave them every single day to keep them smooth. Finding the sight of hair on woman kind of off putting, even though he'd had fairly hairy legs himself. This also went for his armpits and his pubic hair, laughing a little as he told you how he'd experimented with various different shapes for the latter. Apparently settling on just a thin little strip. Having always liked that look himself. Once again you had to **** yourself to just play it cool, joking with him that he should have kept it as a big bush just for a laugh (trying to block out the mental image though as you did).
Although you were still struggling slightly. It being hard not to think of your real Auntie or stop yourself from getting turned on. Randall seemed to be reveling in the fact that all this stuff was no longer taboo. Laughing, joking, and venting about everything and anything he could. Making sure though that you were still okay with this from time to time, not wanting to making you feel uncomfortable, nor go too far.
Most of what he talked about was pretty light and playful anyway. Nothing too personal. Mostly joking around about how small his nemesis, Allison Lowry's breasts were compared to his own - a decent sized B cup of course looking small compared to a K. Taking great pleasure in one upping her that way.
"I bet these babies could even turn her lesbian," he giggled, giving each one a little jiggle in their bra. "Can you imagine? Then maybe I'll end up going out with her before you!"
"Shut up, dude. She hated you before you had tits. She'll still hate you now. Trust me," was your response. Still having yet to hear the end of it for not having asked her out.
In truth, you hadn't really given Allison too much thought at all since all of this had happened. Your mind had understandably been elsewhere. But you still thought she was cool and really sexy. And you did get kind of flustered and tongue tied around her still. Which was funny to think. Seeing as Randall had basically just started hanging around with a bunch of hot older women now. Watched them change. Listened to them talk about all sorts of private matters, and he didn't seem the least bit bothered. Perhaps actually being a woman makes that whole aspect a lot less daunting. Hell, if he had the confidence he had right now, back when he was still a guy, he'd be laughing when it came to getting girls.
Currently, you had no idea what the hell was gonna happen to him relationship wise in the long run. You were pretty sure he wasn't suddenly gonna start getting hot for guys - that being admittedly rather an unpleasant thought. Especially due to the fact that he still talked with great enthusiasm about Aisha and Madelyn's bodies... as well as his own. No. Randall was a straight dude trapped in a woman's body. Maybe he will have to turn lesbian then...
This was another thought for another time though. Not wanting the image of Randall and some other chick writhing around together implanted in your brain. It being hard enough to keep an erection down just sitting next to him in a pair of panties!
With the afternoon drawing on then and you having promised your parents that you'd be back by dinnertime, Randall finally got himself dressed and gave you a ride home (thankfully being compos mentis enough to drive). Telling you that he'd call you later - pretty sure that Aisha and Madelyn would be heading over Sunday - you waved him goodbye and headed for your house. Thinking all the while about what a truly strange and enlightening weekend it had been.
Things continued to progress the following week, with Randall not being quite so full on anymore with telling you nearly every single aspect of what being a woman was like (having got most of it out of his system by now), and you pretty much went back to business as usual. You even began growing slightly more at ease with things. No longer chastising yourself so much when you caught yourself staring at his chest or his ass. Or turning red on the spot when he brought up things like how annoying under boob sweat was, or how he was pretty certain that the panties he was wearing were giving him "one hell of a cameltoe".
You'd also somewhat made peace with the fact that you found your Auntie's body to be pretty damn sexy. Seeing no reason to fight something you couldn't control. After all, just because you found her body hot, didn't mean you'd had any weird feelings towards her (discounting your childhood crush of course). And you certainly weren't attracted to Randall, that was for damn sure! Still thinking of him most of the time as that same old stupid, tall and gangly teenage boy he'd always been.
By about mid week, things took a slightly different turn, and you began to see him less and less. After his night out with the girls and his trips with Aisha to the gym, it seemed he had, unbeknownst to him, started forming something of a social life outwith you. They began dragging him out to dinner parties and restaurants. Movie nights with the girls. Even several more shopping trips, much to your surprise - Aisha's persuasive abilities being certainly something else. This of course meant that he wasn't as free as he had been most afternoons, and over the next two weeks you only really got to seem him about three or four times. And sometimes not for long at all. Aisha and Madelyn bursting in on one particular occasion to share the news that some other friend of theirs was getting married. Squealing and gushing in rather an over the top manner - which Randall had to try and do his very best to join in with. This display however, causing you to make a sharp exit.
You still kept in close contact of course when you didn't see him. By text and by phone. Apparently things at work were growing ever busier too. The advertising campaign for the deodorant having apparently now gone into full swing. Leaving him a little stressed out and with very little time to himself at all. There being numerous important business meetings and things he had to attend. As well as the odd social function.
You really felt for him during this period. Having only classwork and a few fleeting interactions with Allison at school keeping you occupied. Nothing that in any way compared to what he was having to go through.
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