Several days later and Randall has forgotten all about it.

The following day, the incident with Randall in your Auntie's bra was still prevalent in your mind and you found yourself rather distracted in school. It was something that you just couldn't stop thinking about no matter how hard you tried - exciting you in a way you weren't in the least bit comfortable with. After you'd left him the previous night, you actually found yourself inadvertently jerking yourself off to the memory. As soon as you realized what you were doing, you stopped of course. Looking up some porn instead to distract yourself with.

It had worked... sort of. Though, as many pictures and videos of naked busty bimbos as you looked at, none of them seemed quite as tantalizing or as sexually thrilling as the brief glimpse you'd gotten of you Auntie's huge bra covered mounds. No doubt because they were so large, and because you'd actually been in the same room as them, not ten feet away. And no doubt also, because of how wrong and confusing it all was.

Why couldn't Randall have had his brain transplanted into a dude instead? you asked yourself during a rather boring Math lecture, Preferably one who isn't related to me... You didn't have an answer for this however. This was the situation and you just had to deal with it. Just the same as Randall was doing.

Speaking of which, you'd informed him to keep you updated on his progress at your Auntie's job and so far you had received quite a few texts. The first few clearly showed his nerves - Randall worrying that he was going to do or say something wrong. Admitting to you that he really had no idea what he was doing. Gradually he seemed to be getting the hang of things though. His later texts indicating that your Auntie's subconscious was coming in handy after all, and that it was managing to help him fake his way through. Give or take a few hiccups here and there.

Randall: Fuck! U R never gonna believe it dude. I've been calling the chick on reception by the wrong name all day! Thought she was called Gloria...

You: Oops. What about the actual work though. Hows that going?

Randall: Okay. I think... Stuff just seems to B coming out of my mouth out of nowhere. I had no idea I knew so much about advertising campaigns. Go figure!

This seemed to be the general pattern of his messages. Finding it much more difficult to get people's names and faces 100% correct (as well as whether he was supposed to know them or not), but finding that somehow the actual tasks themselves just seemed to just pour out all by itself. Almost as if his brain (or at least Joan's part of the brain) had a mind of it's own.

However it worked, Randall was certainly glad that it did. Admitting to you that there was no way he'd ever be able to learn all the theory and jargon. Having not had the necessary schooling, nor work experience in the industry that your Auntie had.

Still, even though he himself hadn't earned it, and he really was just winging his way through, it was still strange for you to think of your best friend now having a proper grown up job. Here you were stuck in school, still having an entire year to get through, while he was out there making big bucks as an executive for an advertising agency. You certainly never saw that coming that was for sure. Randall having never really exceeded in his studies. Hell, you'd always been the brainy one out of the two of you, and you were hardly what you'd call an Einstein either!

You put this to the back of your mind though (as you were trying to do with the image of him in his bra), happy that he had some kind of future at least - seeing as the hospital money wouldn't exactly last forever. As well as giving him something to keep him occupied while you were at school. And although you didn't see each other for the next couple of days, you kept in touch pretty regularly. Much more regularly than you had previously done. It almost feeling like old times again... minus the whole him being a 36 year old woman of course.

After you'd got everything out in the open about what was now going on with his life, he didn't see the point in keeping you out of the loop anymore. Not after you assured him that you were still his best friend and things weren't going to change. And so, after a long conversation on the Friday night, with Randall filling you in on the ups and downs of his second day at work, he asked if you wanted to swing by again on Sunday.

"...Aisha called and talked me into doing some shopping and shit. Said I needed some "retail therapy" to get me back out into the world after the accident. So unfortunately Saturday is out. But I can probably get a few beers in for the following day, if you're up for it."

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good," you told him, realizing that the floodgates had now well and truly been opened. If your Auntie's friend Aisha was dragging him out shopping, it meant it was only a matter of time before the rest of his friends started showing up too. Recalling how hectic your Auntie's social life had been before. Always having something or another on. Best then to grab whatever opportunity you can. You didn't want to lose him to his new fake life after all. You were here first.

So, when Sunday came, you managed to borrow your Dad's car and drove over to Randall's. Hoping things wouldn't be awkward when you went inside and that he had perhaps forgotten that you'd admitted your Auntie was hot (due in no small part you now realized to all the beer you'd been drinking). Thankfully it seemed that he had, Randall greeting you with a cheery smile and inviting you in. Dressed once again in your Auntie's trademark style. This time though, a great deal more casual than he'd previously been. Apparently worn out from yesterdays shopping.

"Five hours, dude. Five fucking hours we were trying on clothes!" he sighed, as he led you towards the couch. Clad in a loose t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. "Can you actually believe that? I feel like if I never see the inside of a changing room again it'll be too soon."

"Ouch. Sounds pretty rough," you agreed, recalling the **** of being led around clothing stores by your mom. "What is it with girls and shopping?"

"God knows! She must have made me try on every single thing in every single store."

"She seems pretty nice though. Surely it wasn't all bad." Though you had only met Aisha a few times before, she did seem pretty cool. Being a lot like your Auntie in many respects. Same sense of humor. Fashion. And apparently taste in men.

Relenting at this, Randall replied, "No. I guess not. And yeah, she seems okay. Don't really have all that much in common at the moment though. But at least she's nice to look at." The lack of things in common certainly made sense, seeing as Randall's personality hadn't really changed with the transplant. He was still basically the same 18 year old goof inside. What common ground could he possibly have with a women in her mid thirties, that if you recalled correctly, worked as a lawyer?

She was pretty cute though. Light brown skin. Dark frizzy black hair. Big brown eyes. And although short, had the kind of ass that actually makes your Auntie's look small.

"Plus, one of the upsides of going shopping with her..." Randall continued with a smirk, "she doesn't seem to have any qualms about getting undressed in front of ol' Randall here. Man, she's got a tight little body! I was getting we... uh... I mean, she's uh, she's pretty hot. Don't you think?"

It was pretty obvious he was about to say he was getting "wet" looking at her. His sudden turn around, and the awkward way he said it indicating as much. And while you guessed you should be glad he hadn't gone into the details of his new female equipment becoming aroused (it no longer being quite like saying he had a boner), your ears had pricked up. The mysteries of the female sex and the fact that Randall now had access to it all being something that you were rather curious about - having not really gotten an answer before - but obviously due to him now being your Auntie, it wasn't something you could really bring it up.

So instead you just replied, "Yeah. Yeah, she is." Now having yet another image of Randall firmly embedded in your mind.

Changing the subject quickly then, informing you that he'd gone and bought an new XBox, along with a heap load of games, the two of you then took your positions on the couch and began to play. Randall filling you in on a few other memorial moments that had occurred while at work while you tied to do the same for school. Unfortunately coming up blank. It seemed that your life just wasn't as exciting (or at least as interesting) as Randall's now was.