He calls out to you a minute or two later, needing you to fetch something.

"Uhm... dude?" he called out, a couple of minutes later, after disappearing again into your Auntie's bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"You couldn't do me a favor could you? I think I left some heels out there I was gonna try on. Next to the door. You couldn't grab them for me?"

Pulling yourself up off the couch and looking over towards the entrance, where sure enough you did see a pair of shoes sitting by the coat stand, you told him, "Yeah. Sure." Wondering then as you headed towards them, "Aren't the ones you're already wearing good enough though? Please don't tell me you've gone all shoe crazy now that you're a girl." If there was one thing you knew about women, it was that for some bizarre reason, shoes seemed to be their Kryptonite. They went gaga for the things - your mom, your little sister, even Aunt Jodie.

Sure, some of them looked good, highlighting a women's calve muscles and giving them a graceful and seductive posture. Not to mention that hypnotic jiggle as they walked (like Randall now did). But still, they were just shoes after all, and you really hoped that your friend hadn't suddenly gone down that road too now that his brain was like 95% female.

Assuring you, "No. Don't be stupid", scoffing at the very suggestion, he explained, "Those ones are just a little more casual is all. Plus the heels don't look like they could take somebody's eye out!" Which admittedly, those tall, stiletto ones he'd had on before certainly did.

This time though it was your turn to tease, shouting back then as you picked the smaller heeled pair from off the floor, "I hope that's all it is, Randall. If you start cooing over handbags all of a sudden then this friendship is officially over!"

"Screw you! You think I actually like all this shit? I just gotta deal with now cause well... cause I'm a freaking 36 year old woman, that's why! I don't exactly have much choice."

"Yeah, yeah," you chuckled, following his voice towards the bedroom, "Whatever you say."

Pushing open the door then, still smiling away to yourself over how flustered your friend sounded trying to explain, you stepped inside. "Anyway, here you go - -" Stopping instantly in your tracks when you saw your friend, not as you had expected - fully clothed - but instead in the middle of getting changed. His upper body clad now in nothing more than a bra.

"Thanks," he said, paying you no notice for the moment as he set about unzipping his skirt. Completely oblivious to the fact that you were standing there, mesmerized by the unexpected sight of your Auntie's Joan's huge breasts bulging out at you from within the confines of a delicately patterned, white bra - the cups of which looked positively gigantic. The two large swells being pushed tightly together to create a truly mouthwatering display of cleavage...

In all the years you'd known her, you'd never seen your Auntie in such a state of undress. Even at the beach she'd usually worn an all encompassing one-piece bathing suit (presumably not wanting to show off her twin charms to her nephews). Now though, you really were able to see them in all their glory. Their size being so much more apparent now, as well as the incredible contrast between her flat, toned stomach and the huge, silky covered mounds jutting out above. It was almost like getting a peek at the forbidden, and yet at the same time, like something you might only glimpse online late a night. The few girls you'd dated in the past having in no way possessed a pair of breasts that even came close to this size. Your Auntie (now Randall) having the biggest, most impressive rack you'd ever seen!

"Uh, Tim...?" you heard his voice ask a second or two later, as your eyes were becoming lost in the creamy mass of flesh and lace before you, "The shoes..."

Pulling your eyes away with some degree of difficultly and looking back up at his face, which was now staring over at you expectantly, you awkwardly stuttered, "Oh yeah...uh, s-sorry. Here you go..." Feeling your face turning crimson as you held them out towards him, trying desperately to avoid looking at his chest.

Noticing this as he took the shoes from you and tossed them onto the bed, Randall suddenly said, "Oh..." It obviously dawning on him why you looked so embarrassed. "Shit! Sorry, dude," he immediately began to apologize, "Wasn't even thinking", grabbing quickly at the discarded white blouse that was lying on the floor in an attempt to cover himself a little, looking rather embarrassed himself. "You don't want to see your Auntie's body like this. I... I just forgot for a moment, you know. So used to it being normal to take my top off in front of people. Things are kinda different for girls..."

"Uh, don't... don't worry about it," you told him, trying your best to seem unaffected by what you'd just seen, "It's cool."

In truth though you were left rather flustered. Seeing an actual real life women in just a bra being pretty exciting at the best of times, never mind when the contents of said bra was as impressive as that. Even if it was your Auntie's body you were looking at.

"It's a... it's actually not that bad a view," you then continued, the words just slipping out as you began blushing all the more. "My Auntie had a pretty rocking bod."

"Heh. Yeah. Yeah she sure did," Randall replied, forcing a chuckle. Looking as if he wasn't entirely sure how to respond to this.

Realizing your error immediately - having just admitted that you thought your Auntie was hot - you inwardly kicked yourself, not quite believing you could be so stupid. As if things weren't awkward enough... Why the fuck did I have to say that?

"...Anyway, I'll just uh... I'll just head back into the living room. Let you get finished," you told him, thinking it best to make a quick exit before you died from embarrassment. Turning quickly then and heading straight back out the door, hearing Randall's voice behind you say, "Okay, cool. I'll uh, I'll just be a minute."

Collapsing back down again on the couch, still with the image of your Auntie's huge breasts bulging out of their bra firmly fixed in your head, you continued to chastise yourself over and over for the next ten or so minutes. In the past it had always been Randall who was quick to point out how attractive your Aunt was (much to your chagrin), while you just brushed these comments off and told him to shut up. This wasn't something a nephew should be thinking about, and it especially shouldn't be something they admitted out loud. Not to their best friend while he was in said body. How on earth were you going to live this down? Randall would no doubt think you some sort of creepy weirdo... Hell, you were starting to think yourself a creepy weirdo!

"So, uh... what do you think of this one then?" Randall asked, appearing again after having gotten fully dressed, this time looking a lot more casual. "Any better?"

Though he now wore a simple figure hugging navy blue dress and the heels you'd previously given him, all you could see when you looked at him was those two massive orbs on his chest. Mentally picturing what they looked like beneath the tight material, nestled snugly in that lacy white bra. An image that you were desperately trying to repress.

"Yeah. That's much... much more casual," you told him, much to his delight. Deciding then to just follow his example and pretend like nothing had even happened. Which was admittedly fine by you.

"Cool. I wasn't sure if it was too dressy as well. Figuring out outfits for chicks is really freaking hard."

Satisfied then that this was the outfit he was going to wear, the two of you then spent the next half hour discussing things that might come up while he was at the office. People he might have to speak to and responses you thought your Auntie might give. While it wasn't exactly enough to stop you from thinking about Randall's underwear clad body, and you still felt hugely embarrassed around him now, you figured it was better just to hunker down and continue on as normal, than make any attempt to try and justify what it was you'd said. Not sure really that you even could.

Randall obviously felt the same way, and after going over all that, you then decided to watch a movie. An action movie that according to Randall would "help me feel normal for a while" - obviously needing to distance himself from this whole new persona of his from time to time.

Choosing The Dark Knight, a personal favorite of you both, the two of you sat down, knocked back a couple more beers,and munched on popcorn Randall had bought. While you did your best to keep your mind from wandering, it really was next to impossible after what you'd seen. It almost feeling like that exposure inside your Auntie's bedroom had fully cemented in your mind the fact that Randall was now inequitably, undeniably a girl. You already knew this of course - you weren't an idiot - it was just that before, even with Randall wearing those tight fitting sweaters and blouses, it wasn't until you actually saw those two large quivering masses encased within his bra that it really, really sunk in that he had breasts... Randall had breasts.

He was a woman now. An incredibly beautiful, large breasted woman, with a body to die for. He was super hot. And as weird and as wrong as it was, you were physically attracted to him. To his body. To your Auntie's body. Talk about messed up...