Randall find something in the bottom drawer.

"BINGO!" Randall suddenly shouted as he pulled open the last drawer and looked in, turning his head to face you, now wearing an extremely large grin, "Looks like we've hit pay dirt my friend."

Though you were still feeling slightly uneasy about this whole 'raiding Miss. Card's underwear drawer' thing, you couldn't help having a natural curiosity as you saw the look on your friend/former teacher's face, quickly asking, "What? What is it?"

Your question was answered moments later as you watched Randall reach into the drawer and pull out a garment bag...a garment bag with the words "Victoria's Secret" printed on the side, knowing fine well what that meant. Opening it up and peering inside, Randall's grin grew even wider, as did his big brown eyes, clearly impressed by what it was he saw. "Well, well, well," he chuckled, "I guess Miss. Card was a bit of a dark horse after all..."

Still with no idea what was inside but aware that it had to be something really sexy, unable to restrain your interest no matter how hard you tried (sexy lingerie being sexy lingerie after all), you moved out from the closet towards him, trying to get a peek inside the bag and you repeated, even more eagerly this time, "What is it, dude? C'mon, show me!"

Letting out an amused chuckle, Randall having always enjoyed teasing and tormenting you, he stuck his hands into the bag and in one quick motion pulled out a slinky little piece of material that looked ridiculously small, ridiculously tight and ridiculously revealing. "Ta da! What do you make of this little number?" he asked, holding it up in front of his face.

"Wow!" was your initial reaction as you realized what exactly it was that he was holding; it was a incredibly lacy red teddy, that looked like it would barely cover anything, especially on Miss. Card's extremely busty, curvy body. It did look hot though. Damn hot! And the thought of your beautiful and kind, former History teacher wearing something like that simply boggled the mind, and caused a little twitch of excitement down below in your groin.

"I know, right?" Randall enthusiastically yelled, examining the revealing garment in his hands himself, flipping it over a few times as if to discover how it worked. "Can you imagine what she looked like in this thing? She'd put every single Playboy model ever completely to shame!" This was certainly true you thought, Miss. Card having one of the most perfect figures you think you'd ever seen; It almost having been like you were actually living out a fantasy every time you'd watched her walk into class. "There's other stuff in here too!" Randall then said, placing the teddy down on the bed for a second and pulling out some other stuff - panties, bra's, a garter belt, stockings and some matching bottoms and even heels for the teddy.

Staring at all the sexy pieces of lingerie now laying out on Miss. Card's bed, the two of you inwardly salivated at the thought of anyone possessing clothing like this (never mind a total babe like her), having only ever seen stuff like this online or in movies or magazines before, never in real life.

Looking back up at you with a smirk on his face, Randall then said, "Hey, Tim..." pulling your gaze away from the lingerie for a moment.

"Yeah?"

"How much will you give me to put it on?"

Hearing him ask this as he reached out and grabbed the teddy made you almost do a double take, not entirely sure if he was messing with you again or not, his new face being much harder to read than his old one was. "Ha ha. Yeah, good one," you replied, after a second, figuring that he had to be joking and not serious about actually getting changed into such a revealing article of clothing; in front of his best friend as well.

"Nah, I'm serious," he told you, still wearing that smirk, repeating, "How much?"

"Yeah right! You're not gonna put that thing on. Don't be an idiot." you said, certain that he was just pulling your leg now, adding, "Anyway, why the hell would I give you more money? You already owe me like ten bucks as it is!" The ten bucks in question being for a video game that Randall had desperately wanted, but didn't have enough cash to buy, which you promptly subbed him.

"Because..." Randall replied, sticking one hand on his hip and thrusting out his large chest, flashing you one of his trademark, mischievous grins,"...you wanna see this hot ass body all dressed up in this here itty bitty piece of underwear. Don't try and tell me you don't."

"I...uh, I..." you began to stutter, finding yourself becoming quickly tongue tied.

Chuckling at your reaction, Randall got up onto his feet. "C'mon, Tim. I know how fucking hot you were for Miss. Card's body. I was the exact same remember?" he said, stating the obvious (something that you'd been actively trying to avoid talking about since the transplant), before adding with another little chuckle, clearly being more perceptive than you gave him credit for, "Plus, don't think I haven't noticed you checking out my tits every five seconds. I may be a woman now, but I'm not blind!"

Turning slightly red, embarrassed that your friend had noticed, you instinctively tried to deny this. "What? No, I wasn't. I was just..." Being cut off before you could even get started.

"Dude. C'mon. Seriously?" Randall scoffed, seeing right through this, "You don't have to deny it! And to be honest, I don't even blame you. I've got like huge fucking boobs now! If our places were switched, I'd be checking 'em out every opportunity I could get too. In fact," he then went on to say, blushing a little himself and lowering his voice, "if it's wasn't for all those nurses and your mom and Allison visiting all the time in the hospital, I'd have done heck a lot more than that. If you catch my drift." You did indeed, and the thought made you blush all the more, imagining Randall playing with himself inside that body, feeling an other shameful little twitch from inside your underwear.

"As it stands I've only gotten a handful of private showings," he continued, grinning smugly and enthusiastically, "but I can assure you, as impossible as it seems; Miss Card's body is even more smoking out of her clothes than she is in them!"

"Jesus..." you said to yourself with a little gasp, realizing just how lucky your friend was to experience something like that, forgetting all the other aspects of the swap for a moment; your focus now being entirely on Miss. Card's incredibly female body.

Getting back to his original question, aware now that he wasn't joking or messing with you; this new body he possessed obviously giving him a confidence he hadn't had in his old one (pretty sure he wouldn't have parading around in his underwear for you back when he was a pale, skinny, ginger kid), Randall then said, holding the teddy up by it's tiny little spaghetti straps, "So, how about in exchange for me trying this thing on, we forget about that ten bucks I owe you - Deal?" Teasingly adding, "Unless of course it's too weird for you...you know, having a super hot chick prancing around in sexy lingerie."