Randall walks in on you in a very embarrassing situation.

It'd been nearly a month now since the accident and although the loss of your mother - your real mother - still weighed heavily on you, having Randall around certainly helped to make things easier, as well as take your mind off that fact (which was pretty ironic considering). Seeing him wandering around the house in your mom's body, day in day out, made it in some way feel like she wasn't really gone, and you had to remind yourself on the odd occasion that this 40 year old woman dressed up up in her clothes was actually your best friend.

While he still lounged around the house playing Xbox and watching TV a lot and generally acted like his old self (unless someone else was there), thankfully Randall had also taken to doing at least a little cleaning up after himself and seemed to get on okay hanging out with Rebecca and the rest of your mom's friends, as well as participating in 'mom' type activities (even if, according to him, most of them were "dumb and boring"). His favorite of course was still going to the gym, having numerous stories about the amount of naked breasts and tight asses he frequently got to see - the novelty of the female changing rooms having yet to wear off.

Though you were happy about this, that he had taken to living a completely new and different life so well and wasn't just moping round in his new room, having seemingly come to terms with the fact that he was now the mother of his best friend a lot easier than you had, at times it was still a little awkward and weird between the two of you, and you felt like it you could use a little space yourself from your friend/mother. For one thing, it was still very odd seeing your mom acting so much like an 18 year old guy, especially when he would go on about subjects you really didn't feel all that comfortable about having your 'mom' tell you. Watching her face light up with excitement (and dare you even say it; lust) every time he described in great detail how hot Rebecca or any number of other attractive females were, as well as all the various nasty things he'd like to do to them given half the chance was beyond weird. As were the odd time he'd make some passing comment as to what he got up to with his own female body in private - causing you to inadvertently picture something that was just too wrong for words! Not only that, but hearing how great it was to be around all these half naked females all the time and to be trying on clothes with Rebecca (who admittedly was kind of sexy) was really starting to make you more than a little frustrated - still being just a perpetually horny 18 year old guy yourself after all. Not only did you not have a girlfriend to take care of these needs, but ever since Randall had moved into the house, you hadn't really been able to find the time to properly relieve yourself either - what with him being around so much, and presumably having a far greater chance of realizing what you were doing than your 'real' mom ever did (seeing as he probably used to do the exact same thing himself).

You had to risk it though, badly needing a release from your pent up sexual frustrations, and not just the ones brought on by Randall's vivid descriptions of your 'Auntie' Becca's breasts and "hard pointy nipples" (as he had referred to them), but also because of the girl you had a crush on at school, Allison Lowry, had on this particular day been dressed in her skimpy little cheerleader outfit and had accidentally given you a flash of her panty covered crotch while showing you how to high kick. With this image fueling you then, after a semi successful dinner of spaghetti and meatballs (which Randall seemed rather proud of), you left him watching some stupid action flick, telling him that you were going to go do a little studying before bed and headed into your room. Shutting the door behind you, you switched on your computer, unbuckled your belt and began searching for every smoking hot, blond, fake-titted porn star you could find, that had done either a video or a picture set in a cute little cheerleaders outfit like Allison's.

Unfortunately, after about fifteen or so of jerking yourself off, so engrossed were you in the busty babe on your computer screen that you failed to notice the sound of footsteps approaching outside, and just as you were about ready to blow your wad, you suddenly heard your mother's voice say, "Hey, Tim, this movie is really boring. Wanna play some call of Duty or some..."

The question was never finished, as quickly spinning your head around, you saw Randall standing there in your doorway, with his eyes wide, having just spotted you hunched over at your computer with your pants undone and your hand around your cock.

"Shit!" you squeaked, turning instantly red as you hurriedly tried to stuff your penis back into your pants, having never felt quite so embarrassed as this before. Randall meanwhile, stood awkwardly there in the doorway for a moment as if not entirely sure what to do or say, before letting out a little snort and breaking into a grin.

"Sorry, dude," he sniggered, clearly finding your predicament amusing, "I didn't know you were...you know; 'pleasuring the beast'."

You didn't really know what to say to this, his response being somehow even more humiliating than you might have expected (especially laughing at you with your own mother's face), and so avoiding his gaze you angrily stuttered, "Duh-Don't...don't you knock? You can't just barge into my room whenever you want!"

"Hey, no need to get snippy just because you didn't get to finish," Randall replied, still laughing away to himself. "Anyway how was I to know you were in here jerking off?"

"So what if I was? What's the big fucking deal?" you asked, making an attempt to mask your shame.

Although clearly finding this situation rather funny, he didn't appear to be judging you, and holding his hands up as some sort of show of good faith he then told you, "Look I know you're embarrassed and shit - hell I'd be too if my 'mom' walked in on me '**** the monkey' - but it's okay, you don't have to get angry. I'm not your mom. And besides, I did it often enough myself when I was a guy," adding then as a sort of after thought, "In fact I probably do it a heck of a lot more now that I'm a chick if I'm honest..."

This wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear right now of course - the situation being bad enough without him bringing that up as well. "Randall, for fuck sake - I don't wanna hear that!"

"Sorry, but it's the truth. Jerking off as a woman is just so much better than it is as a guy!" he smiled, pointed over at the porno movie that was still playing on the monitor behind you, "Plus I don't need to look up any of that cheerleader porn you've got going on or anything," drawing attention to his own female form again,"I've got my own personal porno show going on right here!"

"Dude, that's my mom's body you're talking about!" you cringed, not quite believing he was actually telling you this, "I don't want to know about that shit!" As far as you were concerned, what he got up to in private was his own damn business - the mere thought of your best friend having full access and control of your mother's...parts being just too creepy for words, and not something you ever wanted to actually hear about.

Stopping the movie and closing down your web browser, having been humiliated enough for the moment without having to listen to all this, you then told your friend, "Now will you please just leave!" wanting to be alone to wallow in your own embarrassment.

"Alright," Randall said, backing off a little, though not before explaining that, "I just wanted to let you know I was cool with all this and stuff. I was a guy once, same as you remember? And I was a heck of a lot less popular with girls, so I know all about pent up frustration and needing to release it." Pausing for a second and looking a little awkward, as if he wasn't quite sure if he should continue but doing so anyway, he then told you, "And...well, now that I'm like this I guess I can kinda sympathize even more. Seeing as I now have exactly what you're missing..." a nervous grin appearing on his face as you watched him cup your mother's (more than) hefty chest with his hands and say, "...and that's an actual real life female body to have fun with!"