"But, let's slow things down. I really liked it, but I need to figure things out," he said, somewhat wistfully. "Ya know, the whole 'being a woman now' thing." You nodded, not entirely sure of how to react. You took a deep breath, thinking about Allison. What does all this mean? you wondered. You were pretty happy with your girlfriend, despite the fact that your sex life was moving at a snail's pace. However, you also couldn't stop thinking about how amazing Miss Card's body looked naked. Randall gave you a semi-serious look. "Fair warning. I am probably going to want to do that again at some point. So don't get all weird or surprised about it, alright, Tim?" You gulped. A little voice in the back of your mind reminded you that you must have done something right last night.
"What's with the clothes and stuff?" you asked, noticing that Randall looked more like Miss Card than ever. Randall sat on the side of your bed wearing what appeared to be a casual brown dress. Though it would hardly be considered revealing, his figure filled it out nicely. You were surprised to see high heels adorning his feet, his hair styled, makeup applied, earrings, and the unmistakeable hint of perfume. The most disconcerting part, was the way he was sitting with his legs crossed.
"Training, dude," he sighed. "Gotta get used to wearing this shit."
"I figured, but damn. Its only been one day. You look so... girly," you say, giving him a playful push. Despite playing it off, there was a knot forming in your stomach. It had only been one day, but if you didn't know better, you would honestly believe Laura Card was sitting on your bed.
"Thanks, asshole," Randall said with a smirk. "You really know how to complement a girl." He broke into a grin. Your heart skipped a beat. You knew Randall was just joking around, but Miss Card's smile caught you like a deer in headlights. "To be honest, I didn't think we'd get this far." His smile faded a bit.
"What do you mean?" you asked, trying not to sound too concerned.
"Well..." he said, hesitating.
"Dude, just spit it out! Best buds, remember?"
Randall took a deep breath. "It was weird today. And like, not in the way you think it would be. Your mom was fine. She just started going over things like makeup or shaving my legs. No big deal, right?" He paused for a second. "Well, when it was my turn to start actually trying some of this stuff out, get some practice or whatever, I could do it." He looked at you, obviously waiting for your reaction.
"Uh, so you could do the things that my mom taught you how to do?" you asked, quizzically. "Sorry, man. I don't..."
Randall interrupted, "The first time, Tim! Everything. No matter what. I could do all of this shit without trying. In fact, sometimes I could do it better than your mom." It suddenly dawned on you.
"...fuck," you said, softly. What did this mean? "How is that even possible?"
"I don't know, Tim. I don't know," he grimaced. "It scared me, man. I mean, I know this is Miss Card's body and that's been weird as hell, but inside, I've still felt like me the whole time. Realizing that I already knew how to do a bunch of stuff already made me feel like I'm not myself anymore. Not entirely anyways." The knot in your stomach flinched at his words. This is the first time Randall has been without a joke since the accident. It was unnerving. It already bothered you deeply that you both had to play along at him being your teacher. You knew that there were so many things you wouldn't be able to do anymore. As crazy as it was, you took solace in knowing that under all of that pretense and Miss Card's sexy veneer, Randall was just playing along. Randall was still Randall. The fact that Randall might not be playing anymore left you feeling stunned.
After sitting in silence for a moment, you ask, "Can you really walk in those?" indicating his shoes.
"Like a runway fucking model," he said with a laugh. "Check this shit out." He stood up and walked around the room. You were completely speechless. Not only were he movements sexy and feminine, his ass was a sight to behold, twisting and shaking. The twist of his wide hips, the way his legs looked in those heels. He finished prancing and came back to stand in front of you, striking a traditional feminine pose. "What did you think? Sexy enough?" He laughed again. "The look on your face, dude..." Feeling flabbergasted by his display, it took a moment of stammering to actually speak again, Randall laughed the entire time.
"Wow, Randall... That was intense." He smiled, knowingly. "You look, uh, good in those heels."
"Thanks, bud. Your mom wouldn't shut up about my hips," he said, a tone of annoyance creeping into his voice. "She kept saying they 'childbearing'. Whatever the hell that means." Looking at his narrow waist and wide flare of his hips, you could take a guess. "She also said I should get used to these since the majority of Laura's shoe collection seem to be heels," he said, matter-of-factly. "I may be able to move this way, but I can't say I'm comfortable doing it. Or wearing all this stuff." He gestured at his outfit.
"Just more to get used to," you said. Despite the oddity of it all, if it was something that had to happen, you didn't mind having a front row seat to look at Miss Card's sexy body.
"I guess so," he replied. "Never thought I'd have to learn all about wearing makeup, and earrings, and thongs..." Randall put a hand to his mouth, like he'd said a bad word. He looked shocked and embarrassed.
You gave a Cheshire grin. "Thongs?" you asked, innocently, eyebrows raised. You and Randall had spent hours upon hours talking about women. One point of contention between the two of you was the subject of thongs. You loved thongs. Randall, for whatever reason, hated them. He had often complained about the impracticality of thongs and how "something so obviously uncomfortable" couldn't be sexy. You couldn't help but take a moment to revel in the golden opportunity to tease him about the hypocrisy of the situation.
"Its all Laura has to wear," he defended. "So, don't even say it, Tim." Randall gave you a glare, arms crossed.
"What?" you asked with mock innocence. "I didn't say anything." You struggled to stifle your rising laughter. "I mean, its not like a suggested we change your ringtone to the 'The Thong Song'... Just saying." You cracked up. Randall's eyes narrowed. Unable to resist, you broke into a chorus, "thongth-thongthongthong..." You couldn't continue to sit up straight, you were laughing so hard. Before you knew it, Randall had turned around and raised the back of his dress. Miss Card's perfectly round, thong-clad ass sat just inches away. The sight sobered you up in the less than a second.
"Thought that might shut you up," said Randall, clearly enjoying his trump card. Lowering his dress and turning back to face you, he continued, "We better get back downstairs. I'm sure dinner is ready by now." You got up off the bed and as the two of you moved to exit the room, Randall stopped again. "Dude, there's one thing I better warn you about before we get down there."
"Hmm?"
"Your mom is getting pretty intense about the whole 'Laura/Miss Card' thing. She's already got David and Tabitha calling me Miss Card. Pretty sure she's going to try to get you on the same boat. Just a heads up."
You grunt your disapproval. "I know Mom is trying to help, but if she gets too overbearing about stuff, you can tell her to back off, dude."
"I know that," he said. "She's just so set on helping me and she's just trying to do what's best. I don't like it any better than you do, but I don't want you and your mom to get into it over what to call me, ya know? Shit is stressful enough as it is. Besides, you and I know what's up. It won't hurt to play along." You nodded in agreement. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. School was in a little more than a week and it wouldn't hurt to practice.
The smell of barbeque greeted your nose as you descended the stairs. Things went as expected. After greeting everyone, your mother pulled you aside and gave you the speech about calling Randall "Miss Card" for awhile. Sitting down, the mood at the table was jovial. Your mother and Allison chatted unabashedly about Randall's feminine progress. Tabitha didn't hesitate to embarrass Randall by asking him intrusive questions about being a woman, giving everyone a good chuckle. Your dad and David were lost in sports conversation. Overall, the food was delicious and the meal, relaxing. As things began to wind down, Allison said she needed to get home, but offered to give Randall a ride back to his apartment. Your mother quickly counter offered to let Randall stay. Randall looked at you for some sort of direction, but all you give is a shrug of your shoulders.
"Well," he started, "I guess I could..."
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