You ask him about his vagina.

You supposed the most obvious question was, "What... uh, what does it feel like having... you know ...a pussy?" The words stumbling nervously from your mouth. This being by far the biggest difference between your body and his, and something that was still very much a mystery.

Letting out a l chuckle, Randall replied, "Heh. I fucking knew you were gonna ask that. Hm, how to describe it though... I dunno. It's kind of hard to put into words," he told you, glancing downwards as a hand began slowly rubbing at the front of his panties.

As if this wasn't arousing enough, without him drawing even more attention to the fact that his vagina lay there. Shielded by little more than a thin layer of material.

Continuing then, after a moment, he told you, "At first I was all like, "Holy shit! What the fuck?", you know? I could totally tell something was missing. That my cock was gone. Replaced by this thing. Then I... well I kind of got used to it I guess." You imagined he must have, just as he'd seemingly gotten used to everything else. But apparently not completely. "I mean, sure, sometimes I still look down between my legs and think "That's a pussy down there. I've got a fucking pussy!". Which is weird, you know?"

You didn't know. How could you? At least not in the way he was meaning. "...I'll bet."

"As for what it feels like... Well that kind of depends. Most of the time it's just there. Like I don't really notice it at all. Other times... well, let's just say, when you get it excited, there's fireworks."

"You... you mean when you jerk off?" you eagerly asked. That image of him with the vibrator resurfacing inside your head.

"Fuck yes, dude!" Randall grinned, his response enthusiastic. "You have no fucking idea what that feels like. It's... it's... well it's fucking intense that's what it is! Don't get me wrong, it takes a lot more work than just jerking your wrist for a few minutes, and there's so much more going on, but Jesus Christ when that thing blows it really blows. And it lasts so long too, and feels so good all over. Not just down there. It really is pretty awesome!"

This description made you feel a lot more jealous of him now. That sounding so much better than anything you could ever hope to achieve with your equipment. "Wow. That does sound awesome."

"Yeah, it totally is. Those fucking bitches in porno movies weren't lying. I mean, some of them are playing it up a bit. But when you like cum two or three times in a row... Wow. Chicks are so fucking lucky."

It certainly sounded it. And the more he talked, the more underwhelmed by your own gender you began to feel.

Not that that in any way impeded your desire to learn more. Getting a peak behind a curtain you wouldn't normally be privy to. "Have you ever, you know... stuck something up there?" you asked him, pretty sure you already knew the answer, but wanting to be certain. "Like a dildo... or maybe a vibrator?"

He didn't even take a moments pause to answer this one. Telling you without even the slightest hint of shame, "Course! I found your Auntie's like the first day I was here. And before that, I stuck my fingers up to see what it was like."

Jesus... you hadn't even had to goad him into telling you that part. Randall's natural pervyness coming to the fore.

"Feels kind of weird at first," he said, trying his best to describe it. "Like imagine if someone shoved something up your butt. It's like it doesn't belong there. But then you get used to it and it starts to feel real fucking nice. I got muscles and shit now that I didn't even know existed." Again he started prodding at his crotch, a large grin spreading it's way across your Auntie's face as he did. "Plus every fucking thing you ever heard about the clit is true. That's one magic little button right there. Playing with it while I shove your Auntie's vibe inside myself is beyond awesome! Hell, I nearly spent an entire day in bed cause of that thing. Ended up wearing myself out... Couldn't feel my fucking legs. Ha-hah!"

Okay, this... this was the Randall you knew. This was the Randall that had his brain been transplanted into any other female's body, other than your Aunt Joan's, this would have been the very first thing he'd told you. Having his own vagina being like some really bizarre dream come true.

Taking a moment to recover from the insane eroticism of this image, you then moved your focus away from his reproductive organ and up to his chest. Having been dying to know what having those felt like. "And what about your tits? What's it like having those?"

"These bad boys?" he said, cupping them both and giving them a little jiggle. His hands looking rather small in comparison to the undulating flesh above. "Like the greatest fucking thing ever... and the worst!" This hadn't exactly been the answer you were expecting and he had to explain.

"You know how big these things are?" he asked, forcing you to bite your tongue. Knowing fine well what size they were, but not wanting him to know. "They're a fucking K cup. Can you believe that? I've got bigger freaking tits than Miss. Card!" Miss. Card being one of your uber busty teachers.

Acting like this was news to you (not having to worry too much about your performance due to his lack of sobriety), you replied, "That's... that's incredible..."

"No shit it is." Not looking particularly happy about this fact. "They weigh a fucking ton and pull at my back and shoulders. That's one of the reasons your Auntie went to the gym so much. To strengthen her back so she could lug these monsters around!" This was news to you, having never actually correlated the two things before. Assuming that your Auntie's gym visits were out of a desire to stay slim and in shape (which she certainly was). It made sense though if they really were as heavy as he was describing.

Elaborating on this and giving you an example of just how cumbersome his new breasts were, he then remembered, "First time I got out of bed at the hospital, I nearly face planted the floor, they were that heavy. I mean, even now, I'm still not used to them wobbling around and getting in the way all the time."

"They... they can't be all bad," you responded. Wondering what happened to the "greatest fucking thing ever" part.

You soon found out, as both pairs of eyes were drawn to his gigantic melons. Doing their darnedest to burst out of that silky black bra.

"No, they are definitely not," he said with smirk. This being more like what you'd been wanting to hear. "Apart from all that shit and all the pervs who can keep their fucking eyes off them, they can be pretty damn awesome. It's like I got two big soft, squeezable pillows strapped to my chest." Watching him squeezing his fingers into the soft doughy flesh, you could feel your already rather aroused penis give another little twitch. "And even though sometimes it can be kind of annoying and even sore when my nips get hard for no fucking reason, when I'm playing with them... Jesus fucking Christ dude, they feel so good. They're as sensitive as anything. Sometimes I can feel my pussy getting wet just by them rubbing against my clothes. It's insane!"

"And oh, yeah..." he then added, as if suddenly remembering something, "My pussy does that too. My pussy seems to do a whole lot of stuff. Talk about high maintenance. With all the cleaning and the pads and the fucking tampons... No wonder women are in the bathroom for like five hours at a time."

Though this was probably true, and you were intrigued by the mention of his pussy getting wet, this wasn't really an avenue you were that keen to explore. There obviously being a lot of down sides to having a vagina, just as there was to having big breasts. Recalling a mention several weeks before of him having his period. Preferring to leave that bit of info as much a mystery as you could.

Thankfully though, Randall was already moving on. Rambling somewhat. Clearly anxious to get this all out. "I tell you, dude, It's a fucking wild ride being on the other side. Experiencing all this shit. I mean I miss my cock don't get me wrong. And sometimes it's so much hassle being a chick. But then other times... other times I think just how damn lucky I am, you now? I was shit when it came to women before. I could barely even get them to freaking talk to me half the time. Christ knows how I was ever gonna convince any of them to actually have sex..."

Though you were well aware of his lack of luck with the ladies, this was actually the first time you'd ever heard him say anything like this. Usually being the eternal optimist about this kind of thing (even if it didn't really get him anywhere). It was strange then, hearing him admit his fears about sex now, like this - as a beautiful, half naked woman. Drunk and ****. You really had no idea he'd felt that way... though you'd often felt the same yourself.

Quickly changing his tune though, he grinned, "But now I am one. All I got to do is strip off in front of a mirror and everything I ever wanted is right there. I'm like my own walking wet dream! (this confession echoing your earlier thoughts). I would have killed to meet a girl with tits like these... Hell, I even jerked myself off plenty of times thinking about your Auntie's. And now I've got them. I can see them anytime I want. And believe me, dude, they are so much better than even I could have imagined!" And you knew from experience that Randall could imagine a lot.

All this talk of his breasts however, and how awesome they looked was actually starting to make your cock ache. This whole thing being incredibly torturous in a way for you to sit through. Really needing some kind of release...