You wait until school to talk to Randall but catch him giving Mr. Hanson a BJ

The next day at school was a long one. The periods before lunch seemed to drag on forever. Allison was suspiciously absent. Ever since school started you've seen very little of her. It was starting to bother you a bit. On one hand, being around your girlfriend after being with Randall reminded you of the immense amount of guilt you felt for cheating on her. On the flip side, the dramatic shift you experienced socially with Randall's "passing" had taken a toll on you. Randall was doing her job as a teacher and as such, was almost constantly busy. Many of your other acquaintances gave you pitiful looks, taking your unhappiness to be a sign of mourning. With Allison being so aloof, you didn't really have anyone you could confide in or share your feelings about this increasingly complicated situation.

During Government, Randall gave no indication that he was anyone other than he appeared to be, the young, voluptuous teacher, Laura Card. After losing your virginity, it was safe to say you could scarcely think of anything else, especially with Randall's body being a constant reminder in class. Despite your best efforts to refocus yourself on your relationship with Allison, you could not stop fantasizing about the next time you would get to have sex. In all likelihood, both in reality and your imagination, that involved the 'new' Miss Card. Randall had made it pretty clear that he wanted to do it again and you doubt that you would able to say no. You didn't really want to. With some measure of guilt, you rationalized your desires that your sex life with Allison was a proverbial dessert. Your injury in the accident seemed to improve your prospects, but it didn't take long for things to go back to normal. Allison's lack of availability only seemed to make it worse. The silver lining was that you were still dating the hottest girl in school. Student, you corrected mentally, as you watching the lyrically perfect bubble of Miss Card's ass sway back and forth as Randall wrote things on the board.

After class, Randall let you leave without a word. Probably best that we save it for after school anyway,you thought. All through lifting, your mind was elsewhere. You barely noticed when Coach Mullins introduced you to your partner and new student, Sean. You supposed he seemed nice enough and felt bad for being almost rudely quiet. However, you couldn't wait to talk to Randall about what your mom had said last night. You couldn't believe how irritated you were. At her meddling. At the points she made. At the fact that on some level, she was probably right. The last part bothered you the most.

You loathed to admit it, but things were different now. Randall was still Randall, that much was true (a fact that your mother couldn't seem to understand). However, as much as things had stayed the same, he wasn't. In fact, you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but at some point, you had transitioned from thinking of Randall as a HE to a SHE. Randall was still your best friend, but you had also stayed up jerking off to the idea of her last night. It's been nearly 2 weeks since you had sex together and almost 3 since Randall became Miss Card. A month ago, you would have punched someone for seriously insinuating that you and Randall were having sex. That was certainly different. So was that information Randall had heard from the doctors. Randall was going to like guys... Did that mean he would like like you? No way, no how was it going to be easy to come to terms with the fact that Randall was definitely a woman in that regard. It was still too hard for you to think about.

As you walked up the stairs to Randall's classroom on the third floor, you continued to wrestle with these ideas. Ultimately, you realized that it was still too early to tell what would happen. What kind of things would Randall learn? What kind of habit or latent notion would Randall pick up from Miss Card? As much you knew that the future was looking rather vague and ambiguous for your friendship with Randall, you held tight to the idea that she was your best friend. No matter what happens, you were in this together and nothing was going to shake that. As you arrived at the room, you suddenly felt better than you had all day. Ready to laugh off all your insecurities and get back to normal (or what passed for normalcy these days), you opened the door.

Before you could say anything, your senses left you speechless. There was a deep, masculine groan. Mr. Hanson was sitting on Miss Card's desk, his pants partially removed. Unable to believe your eyes, Mr. Hanson's rather large penis was sliding skillfully in and out of Randall's mouth. Neither of them seemed to notice you standing there, awestruck. As hard as it was for you to believe you were witnessing this, you could not turn away. In fact, watching, you started to find yourself aroused in spite of yourself. More than just a perfunctory blowjob, Randall was ravaging Mr. Hanson's cock, licking it with fervor, covering it with kisses. Part of you wanted to move, but you couldn't. One of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen was giving the blowjob of a lifetime and it held you spellbound. Jealousy, awe, longing, resentment, and a cornucopia of other emotions washed over you.

"Uh... I'm going to cum," said Mr. Hanson, with labored breaths. Instead of slowing down or stopping, this somehow seemed to spur Randall onward. Taking a solid portion of the length deep into her mouth, she began to massage the rest of his dick with her hands. Moments later, Mr. Hanson groaned again, his face contorting in odd ways. Shit! He's coming! you thought. And she's swallowing it... As disgusted as you were by what your friend was doing, the information from Dr. Kerry drifted back to you. I guess we know what Randall started picking up from Miss Card. Jeez... You also couldn't help but wonder if you'd be able to convince Randall to do something like that for you... Probably not if I embarrass them... Shit! You realize that they are finished and started to regain some sense. You, however, are dumbstruck, out in the open in the doorway. There isn't a lot of time to move. What are you going to do?