Sitting yourself back down on the couch, you sat there for what must have been a full ten minutes, replaying what you'd seen over and over again in your mind, trying desperately to get to grips with how exactly you were now feeling; watching Randall go at it with that big plastic dildo being both hugely embarrassing, shocking and just down right arousing all at the same time.
You were of course aware that Randall was now a woman (an incredibly sexy woman at that), and that he now had all the necessary sexual characteristics and body parts that women need, but in all honesty you'd really been trying your best to avoid thinking too much about this very obvious fact; this whole situation being hugely awkward and uncomfortable enough as it was without constantly thinking about how your friend now had a vagina in his pants. Now though, you'd just walked in on what was basically one of your late night, bedroom fantasies being played out in real life, watching Miss. Card impaling herself on that plastic dildo while her huge tits bounced around manically in front of her, and as unbelievable hot as that was, and as much as it made your heart race and your penis throb, you weren't exactly sure now how you were ever going to be able to look Randall in the eye again. This wasn't simply like walking in on a friend jerking his cock and having a little giggle about it. Seeing that had turned you on like nothing before!
Interrupting these rather conflicting thoughts, you suddenly heard footsteps on the soft carpet behind you, and looking round you saw Randall very tentatively making his way down the hall dressed in a long pink robe that he was gripping tightly to his body (though with the red stockings still clearly visible beneath indicating that he hadn't yet changed), wearing an expression on his face of both embarrassment and shame.
"Uh, hey, man," he said, his voice now quiet and subdued, "So-sorry about...y'know, back there. I didn't mean for..."
"No. No. It's cool. It was my fault," you quickly replied, feeling your cheeks flush as he moved closer, doing your best to hide the still somewhat obvious semi in your pants, "I shouldn't have walking in without knocking..."
Breaking into a nervous sort of smirk, he then chuckled, "I guess I was kind of loud though."
"Just a bit," you told him, 'loud' not exactly being the word. There was a pause for a moment or two after you said this, with neither one of you certain exactly what to say or how to act; catching your best friend in your hot teacher's body masturbating not exactly being the easiest thing for two teenage guys to deal with.
Heading over to the couch and sitting down next to you, Randall finally spoke up again, "So, that was sort of weird, huh?" obviously aware that the two of you couldn't really just brush past this like it was nothing and leave it at that.
"You could say that. I never thought I'd walk in on you doing...well, that...especially not as a chick."
"Yeah, sorry. It's just when I woke up...I dunno," he began, trying to explain what exactly happened, it clearly not being all that easy for him, "I've been in this body for a couple of days now....I've been a woman for a couple of days, and what with all the doctors and nurses and all the **** shit, as well as your mom and Allison in my room all the time, I never really got a proper chance to explore, you know, the other side. So when I woke up feeling kind of horny, and I realized I'm in Miss. Card's sexy, big ass tittied body...Well, c'mon, dude, don't tell me you wouldn't do the same."
"No, I uh, I guess not..." you replied, pretty certain that if your positions were reversed, you'd do the exact same thing, especially seeing how much fun Randall was clearly having. Plucking up the courage now that everything was out in the open, having a few questions of your own, you then asked him, "So, uh, how was...the other side?" being very curious to know exactly how it had felt for him, and how much it differed from being a guy.
"Pretty fucking awesome, Tim!" came his almost instantaneous reply, his face breaking into a very satisfied looking grin.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. It was such a wild ride, and I didn't even really know what I was doing. I just found that dildo in Miss. Card's bottom drawer and tried to mimic the chicks in porn movies. But hot damn if it wasn't the greatest fucking thing I've ever experienced! Jacking off as a woman feels so good you wouldn't even believe!"
"Wow, that is pretty awesome," you agreed, very much impressed, recalling just how loud and intense his screams and moans had been, and getting the impression that he was definitely not exaggerating.
"I guess that's why girls aren't as obsessed with sex as guys are. They don't need guys to have a good time; they've got all the necessary equipment to do it themselves!" he then laughed, indicating down towards his crotch, "Makes me wonder why any of them even leave their freaking bedrooms."
Listening to Randall speak, having lost a good deal of his embarrassment as he enthusiastically described the wonders of the opposite sex, you had to admit, you kind of felt a little jealous, what he was telling you sounding way better than anything you could hope to achieve (also now having Miss. Card's body as his own personal play toy). Though on the flip side, you guessed it was just the silver lining on the fucked up cloud that was now his life. "Looks like you found some definite benefits to being Miss. Card then."
"I'll say. No more lonely nights pining after girls for me. Not now that I am one. Not now that I can feel like that anytime I want." This was certainly true, and as the image of Randall in that body, furiously jerking himself off while screaming his head off once again popped into your head, you both just sat there thinking about this, the abrupt pause in conversation making things suddenly get very awkward again.
Realizing this was probably all you were going to get from him, thinking it best now to probably move on, you then cleared your throat and pointed to the TV, asking him, "So uhm, do...do you wanna watch more TV or something? Or maybe hit the hay...?"
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