You felt increasingly uncomfortabled rifling through Miss Card's room - especially when your senses told you that she was in here with you. You glanced over at Randall as he dug through her dresser, resisting the tempation to walk over to view the bras and panties. Instead you caught yourself staring at Miss Card's perfect ass as Randall bent over to search through the drawers. The jeans were classy but tight enough to flatter her incredible posterior, especially with Randall pointing it straight at you. Your dick twitched as you felt a pang of lust. You quickly tried to push it aside and, before the situation could get any more awkward, grasped at an excuse to leave.
Spying a laptop sitting on the nightstand, you snatched it up and called out "Hey Randall, look what I found! Let's check out her computer - you can look through that stuff later."
He stood and turned around. "Cool, a laptop! That looks much better than the piece-of-crap computer my dad let me use." He must have noticed your red face and flustered expression. "You okay, man?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah...it's just a little weird in here, going through her stuff," you admitted.
He shrugged. "Maybe. But it's my stuff now. I've got to look at all this eventually so I might as well have fun with it. But, whatever. Let's take a look at that."
He led the way back to the living room and plopped down on the big red sofa. You sat beside him and placed the laptop on the coffee table. He raised the laptop's lid and powered it on. "Dude," he started, "I could use a snack so why don't you grab us some chow? I saw you inventorying the kitchen when we came in..."
"Sure, I'll see what i can find," you responded. You got up and went into the kitchen. Shaking your head and sighing, you opened the fridge. Miss Card seemed to be healthy eater - lots of fruits and vegetables, yogurt, some milk and juices, some lean sandwich meat and low-fat cheeses. Definitely not Randall's type of food! You weren't very picky, your parents always joking that you'd eat whatever was put in front of you. But Randall was more of a burger and pizza kind of guy.
"Oh well, if he's that hungry he'll just have to make do," you decided. You picked out some hummus that looked appetizing and some carrots to dip. "Diet drink or water?" you pondered before settling on the sodas. "we can both use the caffeine."
You found some pita chips in one of the cabinets to also go with the hummus, and then put it all on a tray to carry. You took it into the living room and set it down on the table.
Randall was hunched over the computer.
"What did you find?" you asked.
He sat back and pointed at the screen. "Lesson plans, summaries, notes - her courses laid out day-by-day for almost the entire school term."
You followed his finger and saw tons of documents well-organized into a series of folders by subject and date. "Good grief!" you blurted out. "That's crazy planning. Was she OCD or something?"
"Dude!" he said in a disapproving tone. "You took first class. She was cool! Not anal like Mr. Yount and Ms. McConnell." He flipped through a few screens. "She probably planned a lot her first term; but then she could just reuse all that stuff, maybe tweaking it a little."
"Oh," you said, feeling stupid.
He punched you in the arm lightly. "Ah, maybe you're kinda right. She was always on top of things at school - and look at this place. It's metliculous," you said , waving his hand around the room.
"Well, her prep work should really help when you go back to school," you admitted.
He grimaced. "THAT's something to look forward to!" he muttered. "But you're right - this will help alot." He continued to browse, opening and glacing over various files.
You opened the hummus and began dipping some out with the carrots and chips. He absently picked up some chips himself and munched while reading. He even dipped one in and took a bite of the hummus. "Hmmh." He made a little sound of pleasure that sounded very feminine. "This stuff is pretty good. What is it?" he asked, leaning back on the couch to take a look. "What the hell? Hummus?" he said increduously. He stared at the hummus and the chip in his hand.
You gave him an quzzical look. "What's the big deal? See, you just needed to give some of this a try. I always said you were too picky."
His expression didn't change. "You don't get it. I have had this stuff before. When I dated Tara, health-food crap is all she ate. I couldn't stand it." He grew thoughtful. "I wonder..." he said, reaching for a carrot and putting it in his mouth. "Not bad," he said as he chewed.
He saw your confusion and gave a little laugh. "Don't you get it - my tastes are different," he said. "I mean, carrots? I hate - or used to hate them. But these are pretty good."
It dawned on you. "Oh, I suppose that makes sense. I mean your body is different so ..." you trailed off, thinking maybe Randall didn't want to be continually reminded of that.
But he didn't seem to notice as he continued his train of thought. "Does this mean I won't like some of the food I used to? And I wonder what else has changed...."
He looked around the room carefully, focusing on various things. His gaze settled on one of Miss Card's paintings. "I didn't really pay attention to it at first but everything looks a little different as well," he said. "Brighter, more vibrant. I think she - this body - can see colors better than me."
He leaned back on the sofa with a sigh. "Something else to figure out I guess. But maybe this is an upside," he added, picking up some more carrots and hummus.
You sat back in silence for a few minutes, eating and thinking. You hadn't really considered all the physical implications of the change, being more focused on the 'embarrassing' aspects that Randall had to deal with. But it only made sense that his senses would be different. You glanced over at him as he continued to stare at the painting, clearly lost in thought. He had slipped his feet out of the flats and propped them up on the coffee table. The sight of the dainty white feet with bright pink polish on the nails caught your gaze. You were unable to look away - it seemed like whenever you thought you could ignore Randall's new body and just think of him as your friend, some detail would catch your attention and drive home the fact that he was now an attractive woman.
Randall noticed your gaze. "Yeah, I guess she really like pink," he said, wiggling his toes. "It does seem really weird, looking down and realizing that those are mine - that this whole package is me now," he said, casually pointing at his new body. He turned to look you in the eyes. "Guess it will take us both awhile to get used to."
You nodded in agreement, unsure how else to respond. He sighed and pulled his legs up on the couch under him, sitting the way you've often seen women do. "It's just comfortable this way," he snapped when he saw your expression.
"Come on, let's take another look at this computer," he said, switching gears. "I wonder what else is on here? Maybe I can find out something about her social life."
You watched as he first scoured through her photos and email, then explored her facebook account. After a few hours you start to put together a picture of her recent life. Miss Card grew up in a small town nearly an hour's drive from here (where her parents still live). She went away to college but moved back here for work - you assume to be relatively close (but not TOO close) to her parents. Aside from some facebook messages, it didn't look like she kept up too much with her friends from high school and college. Instead she had developed some new social ties in the short time she'd been in town.
Comments