"...How about we head out to a club or something? Experience a little late night partying for once."
"Wait, what?...You wanna go clubbing?" you said, certainly having not expected this suggestion, it being a complete 180 degree turn from what you'd just be talking about, "I thought you just said you wanted to make the most of this 'sweet apartment'?"
"Well I did, yeah," Randall told you, clearly having had a change of heart in the last 30 seconds, though trying to convince you otherwise, "But one of the advantages of having a place of your own is that you can come and go as you please! You think my folks or even yours would let us head out at this time?...Hell no! Which is why we might as well make the most of this chance while we've have it."
"Yeah, but, Randall, dude; Clubbing? We've only just got back from the hospital. We probably shouldn't even be drinking as it is!"
"Don't worry, Tim, it'll be fine," he said, brushing this comment quickly off. "Besides, now that I'm an adult, we can finally get into all those sweet places we always wanted to go, you know, like the 'Laser Lounge' and 'Hip-Cat's'," he continued, naming two of the most popular clubs in town, having overheard many a conversation about how awesome they were. "Don't you wanna know what it's like in there...what kind of talent is available?"
"Well yeah, sure..." you freely admitted, having always wondered about both those things (even if you were going out with Allison - hot girls in skimpy outfits were still hot girls in skimpy outfits), "But there's no way I'll get in those clubs. You might be an adult now, but unless you haven't noticed, I'm not suddenly twenty-one!"
"Pfft! You don't need to be, that's the best part!" Randall scoffed, having some insight that you obviously didn't, asking, "Haven't you ever seen these places? One look at a sexy chick in a skimpy outfit and those knuckle headed bouncers will let nearly anyone in with them without batting an eyelid. Hot chicks have like unlimited powers when it comes to getting in clubs and bars and shit. And it's just so happens," he smirked, running his hands sensuously down the sides of his curvy body, "that I'm now one of those hot chicks."
While this was certainly true, and you had heard from a few other people that they'd gotten in clubs and bars before cause they'd gone with their older sister's or big cousins or something, you still weren't entirely convinced. "I dunno, man," you told your friend, looking again at your watch, "I mean it would be fun an all, but it's already after twelve and I'm hardly dressed for it (wearing basically jeans and t-shirt)."
Randall had an answer for this too though, explaining that, "You don't need to be, that's what I'm telling you. As long as I am we'll be fine. Besides, these places don't properly kick off till almost one in the morning anyway, everyone knows that."
"Oh alright then," you finally caved, once again giving into Randall's expert sales pitch, "If you think it'll work, I guess I could give it a shot," adding, "It'll be nice to relieve a bit of stress after everything that's happened."
"Damn straight it will, and I'll finally get to 'let my hair down'," Randall chuckled, flicking out his long dark, auburn locks and breaking into a big smile, finding his bad joke a lot funnier than you clearly did, rolling your eyes in response. With you now on board, he then quickly changed into preparation mode, gazing around the apartment as he figured out what exactly he needed to do. "Right, well, I guess the first thing to do then is find me something sexy to wear," he told you, rubbing his hands enthusiastically together and heading down the hallway towards his new room, beckoning you to follow after him as he did. "C'mon, you can give us a hand, dude. Seeing as you already checked out her closet."
Even though you hadn't really been all that thorough, having felt a bit weird going through Miss. Card's clothes, you do remember spotting a few things at the back that looked kind of like clubbing wear; being far skimpier and more revealing looking than the rest of what your former teacher usually had on, and so anxious now to find out exactly what they were, you followed quickly after Randall and back into the bedroom (the laying on his boobs incident thankfully now forgotten).
Inside the closet you once again located those outfits, and pulling them out for closer expectation, the two of you discovered that they very much looked like the kind of thing Miss. Card might wear on a night out with the 'girls', recognizing immediately the mini dress she'd been wearing in those Facebook pictures with the other two teachers. There were about six of them in total, and while most of them were quite tasteful and not overly revealing, there were a couple that were far more to you and Randall's taste; those ones being a very sleek, very tight looking silky blue strapless mini dress with lace up sides, as well as a halter style black Lycra number, that was just as short, but also backless, and had a very loose, very revealing cowl style front (the purpose of which appeared to be to show off her tits as much as possible). These were the ones that really got the two of you going, not quite able to imagine Miss. Card ever actually wearing them.
"Hot damn! Miss. Card must have looked like a total fox in these!" Randall exclaimed, echoing your thoughts also as he lifted them up off the bed for closer inspection, wolf whistling while he did.
"You think she ever actually wore them though?" you asked, spotting a store tag still hanging from the black Lycra dress and pointing it out, pretty sure they weren't really her style. Sure they weren't ridiculously slutty or anything, and you'd probably seen many a pop starlet dressed in worse, but they were still far more revealing than anything else she owned (especially due to the fact that she was very top heavy and had an overabundance of flesh to display, unlike those pop princesses).
Paying this little mind, Randall said, "Who cares, Tim? They're mine now, so that means I get to wear them."
"Whoa, seriously?" you replied, a little startled by this, well aware that he wanted to look hot to get into the club, but in no way having expected him to actually look quite that hot, "You're seriously gonna go out dressed in one of those?"
"Yeah, sure. Why not?"
"Well look at them, dude!" you told him, pointing to the slinky pieces of material, "I mean I know you're a woman and all now, but this is a damn sight different than wearing a yellow shirt and some jeans. These are full on sexy dresses!"
"So? They're hot, and I'm hot. There's no point in pussyfooting around; I'm a woman now, so I've got to get used to wearing woman's clothes. And there's nothing more feminine than these bad boys here," he responded, placing the two dresses back down on the bed, before turning back to you and explaining, "I might as well take the plunge sooner than later. While I'm pumped and while I've had a few drinks in me. Cause God knows that probably helps." This was kind of true you realized, the both of you still being quite tipsy from your drinking session earlier, and Randall's desire to head out on the town dressed up to the nines probably had something to do with that, not really being the kind of thing he'd normally do (after all, he did seem pretty ill at ease about your mom and Allison's whole 'femininity lessons' as well as all the make up practice).
Replying with, "I guess," figuring that he was right, he was going to have to face dressing properly as a woman sometimes, but still being unsure if going to this kind of **** was the right thing to do now, you asked, "But are you sure, man? Those things are pretty damn revealing. What if we head out and a load of sleazeballs start coming onto you and stuff? Outfits like that create trouble," adding with a chuckle, "We should know, we've perved on enough girls!"
"Well then," Randall chuckled back, "it's a good thing I already got a date to look out for me...you!"
"Wuh-what?" you stuttered, letting out a little awkward laugh at this, "Heh. Randall, I'm not...I'm not your date."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm just joking," he smiled, before once again giving you one of his mischievous looks and pulling his best model style pose, "Though once you see this sexy ass body dressed in one of these outfits, I bet you'll wanna be."
"Fuck off!" you laughed, doing your best to disguise the fact that you found this a very weird subject to be joking about. That was of course until Randall followed it up with, "Deny it all you want, Tim. But I still remember you having your face buried in my big titties."
Your face immediately reddened again after he'd said this, having earlier assumed that was all forgotten about, finding yourself quickly trying to explain yourself again. "I already told you that was...that was..." you spluttered, giving up half way as you watched Randall clearly enjoying your squirming, instead telling him, "Ugh forget it. I'll leave it entirely up to you. If you wanna wear one of those things, then you wear one of those things. I'm gonna hit the bathroom."
And with that you turned and headed out the door, feeling that same embarrassment you had earlier on, thinking to yourself how much easier things used to be; nights out with Randall having consisted of a smart shirt and a pair of dark jeans, none of this messing around with slinky, revealing little dresses that you were facing now.
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