Randall wants to stay in and explore his new body.

"...like really checking out this new babelicious body I've got!" he said with a sly grin and running his hands down his sides.

"Wuh...what do you mean?" you sputtered, completely thrown off by Randall's comment.

"Well, first we should really give her bedroom a go-through, from top-to-bottom. There's gotta be SOMETHING interesting in there," he started.

"Uh, okay..." you responded half-heartedly, not thrilled with continuing to search with Randall through Miss Card's underwear and other private stuff - especially when you doubted she had the kind of things Randall hoped to find.

Randall continued, ignoring your reticence. "Then I think I'll do a fashion show. You know, try on a bunch of her stuff to show off my hottness."

You squirmed a little. "Won't that be kinda weird, with me here..." you pointed out.

"Dude, come on!" he admonished you. On Miss Card's face, Randall's taunting expression looked more like one of disapproval. "When are we gonna get another chance like this? I know we've both dreamed of seeing this body dressed up - and down. It'll be fun - it's not like I'm talking about sex or anything. Just a little show." He looked around and, seeing his Iphone on the table, grabbed it. "You can even take some pictures for me. That way I'll have my own little 'collection' to look at later."

Pressing his advantage, Randall continued in a more pleading tone. "Your mom's going to be pushing me this week. And I'll eventually have to get out of here and face the world. Right now, though, I just want to have some fun. We've got the most incredible body at our disposal - I want to enjoy it while I can still be myself, before I'm **** to put on a 'Laura Card' act for everyone."

The idea of seeing Miss Card in a variety of (hopefully sexxy) outfits was VERY appealing. But that was offset by the knowledge that it would be Randall, your best friend, doing the show. Still, Randall always had a knack for roping you into doing things that you otherwise wouldn't brave. His begging - and your own fantasies - broke down your **** and you said "Okay, I'm game. But it'll still feel kinda weird."

"Spoilsport!" he joked. "Just roll with it and have a good time. Here, have another drink."

You both mixed another set of margaritas and then went back to search through Randall's new bedroom.