They see you. There just isn't enough time to move.

"Oh man, Laura," said Mr. Hanson, sounding pleasantly exasperated. "That was unbelievable." You started to try and shuffle quietly backwards out of the doorway. "I mean, MAN!" He hopped down off of the desk and began tucking in his shirt and readjusting himself. Thankfully, his had put his back to you. With a sigh of relief, you start to slowly pull the door closed. However, the movement catches Randall's eye.

As she turns her head, startled by the motion of the door, her eyes fix on you. The surprise is immediately evident upon her beautiful face. It also turns a deep shade of crimson as embarrassment takes hold. Randall shifts her eyes away from you, unable to look you in the face. You scowl at the awkwardness of the situation. Seeking to end it as quickly as possible, you continue to exit. Things couldn't possibly get worse.

CREAK!

The hinge of the door gave loud creak. Immediately, Mr. Hanson's head shot around.

"Oh, uh, Tim..." he said, sounding as off guard and awkward as you felt. "Is... uh, there something we can, uh, help you with?" Mentally, you cringed. What was the right answer in a scenario like this? What did Randall want you to say? As you looked at her, hoping to glean some indication of what to do, her eyes remained down and away from you. No help to be found there.

"I just came to check if I left my notebook here accidentally," you said, weakly. "D-d-ddid anyone turn it in, Miss Card?"

All eyes on Randall, she softly said, "No."

A profoundly awkward silence sets in.

Palming the back of his neck, Mr. Hanson said, "Well, I better be going. Uh, Miss Card, I'll give you a call later." He gave a small smirk. "You can give me more of those, uh, stock tips." With that, he hurried past you out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Randall put her head down on the desk, still careful to not look at you. You slowly moved over near the desk and sat in the nearest seat.

Minutes passed. Unsure of what you could say, you simply offered, "Randall, are you okay?"

"My best friend just walked in on me sucking another guy's dick. How do you think I feel?" came the flat response. Mulling that over, you supposed to yourself that you wouldn't be too happy. More time ticked by, as you watched the clock. You want to help your friend was allowing you to push away your own emotions about what you saw, but with Randall pouting, she wasn't making it easy on you. "I'll understand if you want some space and stuff. This is a pretty crazy situation and you shouldn't have to see things like that..." That pissed you off. After all of his song and dance about best buds and him reassuring you through this whole transition, you couldn't believe how pathetic he was being. Admittedly, when you walked on her riding that dildo, you were both three sheets to the wind, but at least she handled the situation somewhat. She was just throwing the towel in.

"Randall," you said sternly.

"Yeah?"

"Knock this shit off!" you scolded. "Dude, what was all of that 'best buds' talk about? When exactly have I shied away from this situation? I mean, its been pretty fucking awkward and this certainly takes the cake, but c'mon. Man up!" It took a second for it sink in, the ridiculousness of telling her to "man up" . Randall lifted her head finally and raised an eyebrow. After a second, she just started chuckling. You did as well, dissipating the nervous tension a bit. "So...."

"So...."

"Do you want to tell me what all that was about?" you asked, getting right to the point.

Randall flushed a bit at your question. "Well, I guess I started to notice something a little off a couple of days ago."

"You didn't mention anything..."

"I didn't think it was anything worth mentioning," she countered. "So, I've been having plenty of fun with Mr. Big on a pretty regular basis."

"Mr. Big?" you queried.

"That's what Miss Card named her dildo," she said. "Courtesy of the diary. Anyways, that's been keeping me pretty satisfied since you and I..." You nodded in understanding. "At least, it was. Since last weekend, I started to feel like something was missing. Like I wasn't getting completely satisfied like I was in the beginning. So, the other day, I was doing it in front of the mirror, ya know? I might be in her body now, but you know I always wanted to bang Miss Card, too. Since I couldn't do that anymore, I figured perhaps I could at least give her a taste." You give her a puzzled look. "Sorry, Tim. I guess I better explain a little better. When I get really worked up, I get pretty wet. Mr. Big isn't exactly the cleanest after I use him. I've always wanted to go down on Miss Card and since I can't really go down on myself, I figured Mr. Big could help me out." Randall paused, trying to judge your reactions. You smiled and gestured for her to continue. Inside, you felt odd about what she was telling you, but you also realized that it was difficult for you to imagine what kinds of stuff you would be doing if your places had been reversed. How would you be acting if you suddenly had to live your life as Miss Card and Randall was still a teenage boy?

"Well, I basically took a taste off of Mr. Big," she continued. "I guess it was kind of lacking... However, there was something about using my mouth of Mr. Big that just suddenly made sense. It was the weirdest thing. I felt compelled to suck it. So I did. Felt like the biggest pervert in the world afterwards. Especially since it hadn't really helped to take my edge off. I realized today what the difference is." Her voice trailed off, as she cast her eyes off to the side. "I think I need the real thing, Tim."

"Like, sex and stuff?" you asked, trying to sound as unfazed as possible.

"Yeah... Not all the time!" Randall quickly pointed out. "Its been awhile since we did it and I think it gets hard to go that long."

"Did you and Mr. Hanson...?"

"No!" Randall exclaimed. "You're the only person I did that with. Today was weird. George has been coming by my room a lot, making conversation and flirting and stuff." You flinched a bit hearing her call him 'George'. "It was so strange. He was just sitting on the edge of my desk, no big deal. A minute went by and I realized that I couldn't take my eyes off his... crotch." Her voice dripped with embarrassment. "The next thing you know, he whips his dick out. I couldn't fucking believe it."

Astonished you say, "Fucking A, Randall. What the hell was he thinking?" To yourself, you couldn't help but wonder why the hell would he suck it.

"Yeah, it was a surprise. But I guess it really shouldn't have been," said Randall, sounding aloof. "I figured out who the guy was that Miss Card was banging on the regular."

Jealousy welled up in your chest. "Don't tell its Mr. Fucking Hanson."

"It's Mr. Fucking Hanson," she said. "When he came by the room the other day after you left, he kept asking questions he thought I should know the answers to. He was obviously trying to get at something. So, I covered and told him about the accident and that it had given me some amnesia. He bought it. He also spilled his guts about what had been going on between the two of them."

"And?!" you said eagerly.

"Nothing too serious. Seems like they were dating pretty casually, but he definitely saw it going somewhere. I apologized and told him I didn't remember any of it, which I obviously don't. They were trying to be discreet. I guess its not forbidden to date other teachers, but it is frowned upon. He wants to give things another try." You gulped hard. You had been afraid of something like this.

"Don't worry about anything, Tim," Randall said. "I know it doesn't look that way because of what you walked in on, but seriously, not going to date Mr. Hanson." You felt better hearing her say that, but it also begged another question. One you definitely didn't want to ask. Randall wasn't going to date Mr. Hanson, but did that mean he would go out with some guy in the future? You didn't want to think about it. "I did agree to let him buy me dinner though. Felt bad for the guy. Turns out Miss Card had just left his house when she had that aneurism."

"Holy shit, dude," you said, feeling bit of sympathy for Mr. Hanson. A tiny bit. "So... about that blow job..." you pressed.

Obviously hoping to avoid finishing that story, Randall blushed again. "It was weird, Tim. It was there. I was horny. I felt like Miss Card would have. I don't know how to explain it." There was a pregnant pause. "Miss Card seemed to really enjoy that kind of thing... I-I think I might, too. I never wanted anything like that back when I was a guy, but I guess this is still part of my adjustment period."

"So, you, uh, liked it?"

"Can't believe your making me say this, fucker," said Randall, through gritted teeth. "At first it seemed gross, ya know? But as I was doing it, I guess I started to feel different. Like, it was good in some way. Felt like I died when I saw you standing there though, Tim."

"Look, Randall," you started, "I know that things are different. That stuff is still kind of changing. Its hard to get used to, but I'll deal with it."

"Did you ask your mom what the deal was?"

"Yeah," you said. "I'm sure you can probably guess though." You continued in an imitation of your mom's voice, "She doesn't want us to stop being friends. You are more of a family friend now. LAURA needs to adjust and I'm just dragging you into old habits. It isn't appropriate for a student to spend that kind of time with a teacher." Randall grimaced. "It's for your own good."

"Sooooo, does that mean that our plans for the weekend are off?"

"No! Definitely not, I'll figure something out," you said. You thought for a moment about your options.