"Fuck it!" Randall said, pushing himself up again onto his feet. Staring at you with as serious a look as his **** face could muster. "You know what, dude... I'm drunk and we need to get some of this shit out in the open."
You weren't entirely sure what he meant by "out in the open", but you could hazard a guess. Thinking that perhaps this wasn't the best time to be doing this. What with him standing there drunk, from a night out with the girls, and you not particularly wanting to feel any furthered shamed or humiliated by a discussion about your Auntie's body. You'd managed to successfully avoid it for about a month now. Why break your streak now?
Before you could say anything however, you watched as Randall's hands suddenly fell to the bottom of his dress, grabbing at the hem.
"Uh, Ruh-Randall..." you muttered, nervously. No longer having any idea what was happening.
Randall seemed to though. Yanking the bottom of his dress rather clumsily and unladylike over his head, snagging it on various parts of his body. Taking a good ten to fifteen seconds to get it off, while you sat there completely stunned. Revealing to you, your Auntie's underwear clad body.
"So here we go. Here I am. This is me," he informed you proudly, tossing the garment to the floor and standing there with his hands on hips. His underwear consisting of a plain black bra, that was either a size to small or of the push up variety (his breasts literally exploding out of the cups), as well as a sexy little pair of matching bikini panties that emphasized the dramatic curve of his narrow waist and curvy thighs. If you hadn't been so unprepared and shocked, you might have actually sprung a boner right there and then. His body looked so damn good!
Not wanting anything to interrupt his flow, he quickly continued on. Telling you, "Now I this must be weird for you cause it's your Auntie's body, and I understand that. But I... I dunno, sometimes it feels like it's coming between us, you know? Like we can't properly be ourselves." He'd hit the nail right on the head here. Pretty much spelling out exactly how you yourself had been feeling. "Like when you saw me getting changed a while ago and acted all weird afterwards. And then that time you were giving me a foot rub and you must have obviously caught a peek up my skirt or something cause you went all like shy all of a sudden."
You remembered both these incidents well. Having assumed that they had only been playing on your mind. When apparently it seemed they had been playing on his too...
"We used to fucking be able to like say anything to each other, and do all kinds of crazy shit and it'd be no problem. But now that I'm a woman... Now that I'm your Auntie... things just aren't the same anymore."
While you were certainly glad it wasn't just you that had been feeling this way. Frustrated over the fact that even though you were both trying to pretend like everything was normal, it wasn't. Not fully. His new female body was stopping you from truly being yourselves. Having him admit all this while standing there like that - half naked and on display - was making it rather hard to concentrate (and not do exactly what he was talking about). His gorgeous female body looked absolutely incredible, and drunken Randall really did not seem to have any shame about it whatsoever.
"Take these huge fucking things for example," he then said, grabbing at his breasts again. The movement causing the imprisoned flesh to wobble and jiggle. "You know how many times I've wanted to complain about how heavy they are, or how sore it is every time this stupid fucking bra strap digs into my skin? ...Or how much of a hassle it is having to shave my legs? ...Or having to sit down every single time I need to take a piss? I can't say any of this shit in front of you cause it's her body I'd be talking about, and I can't exactly share it with anyone else either. So what the hell am I supposed to do?" The frustration was evident in his face. Your Auntie's bright blue eyes slightly bloodshot and dilated, as he looked to you for some sort of answer.
"I... I dunno..." was unfortunately all you could give him. Wishing that there was something you could say to make things better, but really having no idea.
"You said it yourself, dude, your Auntie is hot. And I know it might not be the kinda thing people are supposed to say about their family. But it's true. She's super hot! ...I'm super hot!" he corrected himself. His tone softening, giving you a glimpse of the **** 18 year old boy inside. "I just... I just don't want you to feel ashamed or embarrassed about it, you know. I want us to find a way to get past it and move on. Not have it come between us like some big stupid fucking yellow elephant..."
"White elephant."
"Whatever!" he grunted. Not really caring. "You get what I'm saying though, don't you, dude?"
Taking a deep breath while you took this all in, still feeling slightly overwhelmed and intimidated by the sight of him before you, you struggled to find the words. This conversation you'd probably had in your head about twenty times before, but it had certainly never gone quite like this. You felt rather nervous then as you finally began to speak.
"Yeah, I do," you told him, answering his question. "I've been feeling exactly the same way. Only I was too embarrassed to say..." It wasn't easy, but you then proceeded to admit to how seeing him walking around in your Auntie's form had made you really appreciate just how attractive she really was. How attractive he now was. "...As fucking bizarre as that is to actually say."
"Hey, it's just as bizarre for me as well," he told you, pointing out the obvious. "I went from a nobody who couldn't even get a date to a smoking hot cougar who's suddenly getting all kinds of guys leering at him. And I haven't been able to talk to anyone about it to anyone about how it all feels. How having one of these feels."
Once again, you could feel your cheeks go flush as you watched him forcefully cup a hand between his legs. This probably being the most sexual thing you'd actually seen him do so far.
"I'm... I'm sorry, dude."
Telling you not to be sorry, completely understanding your position, he then asked you if you thought that there was some way the two of you might get past it. Not get so hung up over him being in your Auntie.s body and be 100% comfortable with one another again. "...You think we can ever joke about the fact that I now have tits that are as big as my head... or that I can walk into a table without crushing my balls?"
"I guess," you told him, laughing slightly at this image. This being where his mind went...
You did however - like him - want to go back to how it was before. Back when you'd make dick jokes, or accuse each other of being gay. When you'd sit outside on the bleachers after class rating the cheerleaders racks, or talk about which movie star you'd most like to bone. You wanted that again. Even if he was now your Aunt. Assuring him then that, "we can certainly try."
As soon as you said this, a huge weight seemed to lift off your best friend's shoulders. His face lighting up with a renewed sense of excitement and hope. Having presumably been bottling this all up for a very long time (just as you had). All it took was him to get shit faced for you to try and work out your problems. We really should get drunk more often!
Ready to get started straight away, Randall then said, "Well come on then", his face now wearing a slightly crazed grin. "Lets go! While I'm still drunk. You must be fucking curious. Ask me anything you want about being a chick. Anything at all."
Wow. You didn't realize you would be starting so soon. Not being prepared at all.
"Come on, Tim. You must have something you've always wanted to know..."
There was. Loads! You just weren't exactly sure where to start. Being put firmly on the spot by your drunken friend and not knowing in which direction to venture...
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