"I don't know..."

It was hard looking at one of the most voluptuous, beautiful women you'd ever seen sitting half naked only a few inches from you and have her ask if she was a woman. What about her didn't scream womanly? The long auburn tresses. Wide eyes and full lips. Watermelon sized breasts. A miniscule waist. Wide hips, shapely thighs. A large, smackable ass. From her head to her toes, Miss Card radiated femininity. The only problem was, it wasn't really Miss Card. It was Randall. His question gave substance to what you had been wrestling with yourself for weeks. Was he really a woman? Packaged that way, could you really think of him as another guy?

You squirmed a bit under the intensity of his stare. "I don't know..." was all you managed to squeeze out. Randall did not break his gaze, nor did he blink. Obviously, you needed to try again or elaborate. This wasn't going to go away on it's own.

"In a literal sense, I guess so," you said.

"C'mon, Tim. You know that's not what I mean." Randall's voice wavered. "Have I changed in some way? Am I different somehow?" The desperation in his voice was tearing at your heart. The truth of the matter was yes. He was.

"In some ways, yes. Other ways, no," you started. "I mean, you have to pretend to be Miss Card so much. You do it so well, Randall. It's hard to figure out when you are just being you and other times it seems like you are really her."

"I mean, like when I am being me. When it's just the two of us. When I'm really Randall..."

"I don't know what you want me to say!" you exclaimed. "Of course you still seem like you, but you're in the body of a different fucking person. Of course things are different. You're my teacher now, for fuck's sake. Most of the time I have to treat you like an adult, like I'm some stupid teenager. We never have enough time to just do the normal shit we used to do!" You took a deep breath. You snapped and you hadn't meant to. "Look, from what I can tell, you still seem like you. Sometimes I worry that body is influencing you in some strange way, but..."

"I worry about that, too," he said, solemnly.

"Huh?"

"The longer I'm like this... I don't know. Sometimes I just feel different. Like I want to do things I didn't used to or think thoughts I wouldn't have before. It's like they just creep in. Like recently, even when I was just at home by myself, I still put make up on because I wanted to look my best. I've gone shopping to buy new clothes several times. I could've bought more comfortable shoes, instead of always having to prance around in heels. You know what happened? I bought more heels. I thought they were cute. Cute, Tim! When the hell have I ever given a shit about shoes? In the beginning, I was just playing along. I had to. I don't think I'm playing so much anymore." Tears started streaming down his cheeks.

This certainly put a couple of things over the past few weeks into perspective. It also explained why his performance as Miss Card was so convincing. Randall's vulnerability, however, made you realize that as scary as his predicament was, all of the things he had mentioned were trivial. Something you aimed to prove.

"Do you remember what happened when we snuck into the theater to see The Dark Knight?" you asked.

"We got caught," he said softly, giving a sniffle.

"What did you tell me?" Randall shrugged. "You shouted 'I am the night!' at the top of your lungs and made a dash for it. The ushers chased you around the theater for a good ten minutes. You were one gorilla and a sailor suit short of a Benny Hill skit. You gave me the chance to get away." Randall chuckled.

"What about the time we stayed up late watching Predator and ate all of our leftover Halloween candy?"

He broke into a smile. "Your mom was so pissed at us."

"Do you still like action movies?" you prodded.

"Of course."

"And are you still able to beg for mercy when we play Halo?"

Randall scoffed. "Tim, there has never been a time where I haven't kicked your ass in video games."

"Alright then. It doesn't matter if you start liking shoes and painting your nails. You're still you, just with an, uh, expanded repertoire."

He chuckled. "Thanks, Tim. I needed that." He stood up and stretched. "And speaking of expansion, I think I'm putting on a little weight."

"How is that even possible? Aren't you working out and eating a ton of health food?" you asked.

"Yeah, I know, but..." Randall stood up and walked over the the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Taking a deep breath, he let the shirt drop to the floor. In the reflection, you could see that even in the past week, Randall's breasts had grown. Not by much, but they were definitely bigger. With breasts that big, even a little increase seemed to make a big difference. More noticeably, the color of his nipples had gone from a a darker pink to what seemed an almost red color. Randall traced the outline of his eye-popping breasts. It was incredible. Considering Miss Card's age, they still sat remarkably high on Randall's chest. Far from pendulous, as they've grown, they seemed a bit more orb-like. "This is terrible, Tim. I don't need bigger tits!"

"Terrible... Yeah." You weren't really listening. Randall turned, examining his side profile.

"I don't get it. I hope they growing soon. Does anything else look different?"

Though you were already hungrily eying Randall's exposed flesh, there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. "Maybe you look a little, uh, thicker... I don't know, dude."

Randall fingers traced the small curve of his stomach. "It's been fun in certain ways. Miss Card's body sure opens a lot of doors." Randall arched his back, posing sexily. The combination of his enlarged, exposed breasts thrusting outwards and the curve of his back flowing down to the immense curve of his bubble butt was almost too much for you. "I just feel like more boob equals more attention and I think I've had enough of that for awhile. Besides, it really helps to have you here, Tim. You remind me that I'm me... Getting larger boobs just feels disorienting. Like I'm becoming more womanly. Like it's out of my control." He turned to you. "Enough of being a sad sack. Sorry for being such a drag, man."

"Randall, you don't have to apologize. I realize it's been awhile, but still... You're the first person to experience someone else's body. I'm sitting here talking to you and I still have a hard time wrapping my head around it."

"I know..." he said wistfully. "Right now, I'd like to try and forget it. What's been going on? What did you do yesterday while Carla and Amanda were busy turning me into a drunken floozy?"

A smile **** it's way onto your face. "Funny you should ask that..."

"Spit it out, Timmy boy. The suspense. And stuff."

"Finally had sex with Allison!" You beamed.

"Fuckin-A. Finally is right!" Randall let out a whoop as he high-fived you. "Looks like you've finally become a man. We should celebrate!"

"Gaming?"

"Gaming," he replied. "Why don't you go pick a game? I've got some new additions I'm sure you'll be excited about. Plus, you've got to tell me the freaking details man. I should probably put something on..." You had been a little worried about telling Randall the news and it felt good to have the support of your friend. You turned to go, but caught a grimace flash across his delicate features.

"You okay, dude?"

"Yeah. Of course! Why wouldn't I be? My best friend finally had sex with his girlfriend. Plus, we finally get to hang out!" You hesitated to accept his answer, but pressing the matter didn't seem as though it would improve upon things.

Downstairs, the living room was about as messy as everything else in the house. Randall had done a bit to improve the quality of Miss Card's DVD collection. You spotted several classic anime and action titles still interspersed with things like The Notebook and My Best Friend's Wedding. Next shelf down on the entertainment center, Randall's video games sat. He'd been busy. You noticed several new titles that you hadn't really had the cash to buy just yet. Tempted as you were to try something new, you popped in an old favorite instead.

Randall padded down the stairs. Though dressed again, there was no hiding his body. He was clad in a gray pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt that revealed a hint of midriff and had a deep, scooping neckline. The majesty of his cleavage did not go unnoticed. "Dude, original Halo? You saw the new games right? You sure you don't want to play Borderlands 2 or Halo 4? Something a little better?"

"C'mon, man," you pleaded. "We always used to play this."

"Fine. Fine. So..."

"So...?"

"Spill the beans, Tim! Gimme some details!"

"Well, for one, her ra..."

DING DONG!

"Son of a bitch... Whoever it is, they can get lost."

You smiled. It felt nice to have Randall put you on priority for once. Unfortunately, the ringer was persistent.

"Give me a sec, dude. I'll get rid of them." Randall got up in a huff to handle the nuisance. Meanwhile, you positioned yourself conspicuously behind a wall, safely out of sight. Just in case.

"George."

"Hey, Laura!" The sound of Mr. Hanson's voice echoed inside. "Sorry I missed your parties this weekend. Since I didn't show last night I thought I'd come by and help you clean. Plus, I've got a gift for the birthday girl." You groaned inwardly. Mr. Hanson was a nice enough guy, but his timing was frustrating.

"Um, it's not really a good time right now, George..."