The following morning it was back to business as usual. No more sleeping in till lunchtime. No more surprise sexual encounters. Instead, you had to contend with your mother's voice shouting at you about breakfast, while at the same time fighting your little brother and sister for use of the bathroom. It was no wonder then that during your rush to get dressed and ready for school that you'd completely forgotten about the DVD case (smuggled from Randall's) that was currently still sitting at the bottom of your school bag.
Oh well, guess I'll just have to wait till later to find out what's actually on it, you thought to yourself during the ride to school, ignoring whatever argument David and Tabitha were having in the back. It was definitely times like this you really missed having your best friend sitting next to you, picking him up on the way to school having become something of a routine - or at least it used to be. Now he had his own car and his own house. He didn't need a ride off you! At least not one involving a car, you then chuckled, recalling not only the exquisite ass and delicate looking pussy that he'd presented to you on Saturday morning, but also that rather confusing video tape of him seemingly jerking off while fantasizing about you!
Arriving at school about five or so minutes later, you parked the car and quickly ditched your younger siblings, scanning around the car park as you went to see if you could spot Randall's now very familiar pink fiat amongst the rest of the teachers cars. Sure enough, there it was, and you couldn't help but shake your head and laugh once you saw it, finding the fact that you'd actually driven that stupid looking thing twice now with a drunken 'Miss. Card' in the passenger seat really kind of funny, and not something that any of your fellow students would ever likely believe. Hell, a month ago you wouldn't have even believed you'd ever see your sexy History teacher drunk, never mind naked! But now due to your best friend inhabiting her body you had managed to see her in both those states, multiple times - it was completely insane!
Just as you were thinking about this - picturing Randall's perfect female body naked in your mind - you suddenly bumped head first into Allison, the girlfriend who you hadn't seen in days!
"Tim...Hey!" she said, slightly startled.
Though you had of course been anxious to see her again after promising yourself that you'd try to do better with your relationship and stop worrying so much about sex, you were completely caught off guard running into her now, and couldn't help appearing rather awkward as you greeted her. "Heh-hey! How...how are you?" you stuttered, quickly shaking the mental picture of naked Randall out of your mind, "How was your weekend?"
"Um, good, thanks," she replied. "I didn't really do too much. Just went shopping with some of the girls and stuff." Then, looking a little awkward herself for a moment, she then added, "Sorry, I probably should have called. I just thought you might be...y'know, busy or something..."
"Uh, nuh-no. It's cool. Don't worry about it," you told her, figuring if anybody should be apologizing it should be you. "And I was kind of busy actually. Helping Randa...I mean Miss. Card move. She'd got a new place now."
"Wow, really? That was...fast!"
"Yeah, well the real Miss. Card bought it before...well, you know. But now the new Miss. Card is moving into it. So me and my mom gave her a hand packing up boxes and stuff."
Though distinguishing between your best friend and your former teacher did prove tricky at times, you were aware that Allison's opinion had been similar to your mom's (at least name wise), so you were doing your best to avoid calling him 'Randall' and using the 'he' pronouns as much as possible - which was easier said than done, especially after three days of 'Tim ad Randall time'.
Funnily enough, it seemed Allison was also having trouble with this, having to correct herself too. "That's sweet of you. So hows he...Hows she settling in with everything? I've seen her a few times around school and stuff, but even though I know it's Randall inside...I dunno, I just find it so hard to believe!"
Tell me about it, you thought, feeling the exact same way yourself.
With Allison having been left out of the loop for the past few days, you quickly filled her in on how Randall had been coping in the classroom, doing Miss. Card's job, as well as getting to grips with her life and going out with some of her friends (or at least relaying what he himself had told you). You also mentioned how your mom had been pushing for the two of you to see each other less as friends and more as acquaintances - not thinking it proper that a student and his 'teacher' should have such a close bond. In fact the only thing you didn't share with her was what the two of you had gotten up to alone at his apartment (obviously), stuttering nervously again when you skipped over the the two of you having sex, feeling incredibly guilty about it still...
"Well, it's good to hear she's coping so well as a woman," Allison said, after you were done, "When you first told me what had happened, I wasn't so sure. But hey, I guess even Randall can surprise us."
"Yeah," you agreed, having definitely had your fair share of surprises.
"And what about your mom's suggestion about not being so close anymore? How are coping with that? Must be hard being around him and not being able to be yourselves. You guys have been best friends for like forever!"
This you weren't entirely sure how to answer, not knowing whether you should just come clean and tell her the truth, or keep up the pretense like you'd been doing with your mom. Though there was of course a good chance of your mom finding out through Allison, she was your girlfriend and you did want to be truthful with her, especially if you wanted this relationship of yours to continue. With this in mind then, you took a deep breath and after a brief moments pause confessed to her, "Well truth be told, we haven't exactly stuck to it the way mom thinks we have. He's still...Shit, I keep doing that! I mean, she's still the same person to me underneath. We can't just wipe all that away. So for the moment we're still friend's and treat each other the same way...just not when other people are around."
"Yeah. Somehow I didn't think you'd cave in so easily," Allison chuckled, knowing you all too well, thankfully seeming pretty okay about it too and making you all the more glad you'd told her. Now it seemed that not only did you have your dad in your corner over this, but you now had Allison too. "Anyway, are we going to just stand here and talk about "Miss. Card" all day," she then asked, indicating towards the front entrance, "...or are you going to walk me to class?"
"Uh, sure. Of course. Class it is!" you told her, realizing that this entire conversation had once again been about Randall and mentally kicking yourself for it.
Walking her then to the Math department, you made sure to talk about other things, catching up on what she'd been doing as well as apologizing for being kind of absent of late. Though she quickly brushed it off, telling you that it was no big deal and that you had "Laura to worry about", you still felt bad about devoting most of your time to him (even seemingly when he wasn't around) and arranged to meet up for lunch later on in the day. Happy that she agreed, and that you weren't in the dog house for ignoring her all weekend, you gave her a quick kiss and then went your separate ways, just as the bell rang for class.
Though you were still of course very much looking forward to 4th period Government with Randal, so that you could start making plans for next weekend (getting things back on track with your girlfriend and hanging out with him not being mutually exclusive), you were glad that things were still okay between you and Allison and that your brief period of being incommunicado hadn't been quite the big deal you'd assumed it to be. Now if only I could just stop lusting after Randall's body so much, things would be golden!, you thought to yourself, aware however that this probably wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
After getting through first and 2nd period mostly unscathed, as well as a rather snooze worthy hour and a half of poetry in English, it was then time for Government with Miss. Card, and you soon found yourself sitting at your desk in her class room, waiting patiently for your friend to arrive.
"Alright class, settle down. You've got a lot of work to get through today," Randall said as he strutted confidently into the room, hushing some of the more restless students at the back and once again looking every bit the teacher he was trying his best to imitate.
Even though you'd seen him acting this way all last week, as well as briefly over the weekend (with Mrs. Walsh and your mom), it was still amazing to see the transformation in action - everything about this person in front of you just screaming that this was the exact same teacher you'd had all last year, and not your goofy best friend. As usual, Randall was dressed in Miss. Card's usual professional attire, with his full ass stretching out a long black pencil skirt, the high waist of which seemed to emphasize the two extraordinary large breasts that were pushing out his blue blouse all the more.
Once again you were mesmerized, finding it very difficult to concentrate on what was being said. Not only because of how awesome Randall looked in those clothes (the tight material hugging every curve), and not only because you could now much clearly picture what he looked like underneath, but also because you kept expecting him to give you some little glance or look, or indication that it was just your buddy in there - especially after everything that had happened over the weekend. He didn't however, remaining the consummate professional, and instead gave everyone a textbook exercise to complete in groups while he sat quietly at his desk, marking papers.
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