Randall, who was hanging with you today

Looking nervously round behind you for your friend who just moments ago had disappeared into one of the stores, spotting a video game he was after, aware that at any moment he could reappear, you lowered your voice and said, "Mom, what are...what are you doing here?"

"Some hello that is," she chuckled, appearing rather blase about not only bumping into you in such a public place, but also about being so casually dressed as she did (making no attempt to even try and disguise who she now was, a marked difference from the last outing she had told you about when she'd practically been covered from head to toe). "I thought you would happy to see me."

"I am. It's just...I uh, I didn't expect to bump into you here is all," you told her, again looking over at the store entrance for any sign of Randall.

"Well I am allowed to go shopping you know. There's no rule against that."

"Yeah...I...I know. It's just you're...you're..." you stuttered, the mouthwatering display of both cleavage and leg mixed with the fear that at any moment Randall could actually catch you talking to porn star 'Amber Knights' putting you altogether on edge, as you tried to think up a tactile way of discussing your mother's current dress. "I mean, weren't you worried about being seen, y'know, out in public?"

"That was before, Tim. I've accepted who I am now," your mother told you, this very clearly being the case (hearing it being one thing, but seeing it being something else entirely), "And I can't really shut myself in all day or wear a bag over my head when I go out. I'm Stephanie now, and I guess other people are just going to have to deal with that," adding as a couple of guys wandered past, clearly checking her out as they did, "Let them stare all they want!"

While it was nice to see your mother with a new found confidence, it being a big change from how she'd started off, you weren't exactly sure you were comfortable with how she was utilizing it, having not quite expected her to start dressing and acting exactly like the old Stephanie. "Uh, well...that's good, I suppose," you replied, Randall taking precedent for the moment however, as you once again looked over your shoulder to make sure he hadn't yet spotted her there.

"What's wrong with you anyway?" she then asked, finally twigging that something was up, your performance being less than subtle, "Why do you keep peering over there?" Coming up with a conclusion all of her own, a very knowing, yet excited grin suddenly appeared on her face as she said, "...You're not here with Allison are you?"

"What? No," you said,looking back round at her and dashing her hopes, it being typical that that was the first place her mind would go. "No, not Allison. I uh, I came here with Randall, we were going to kill some time at the arcade but he just stopped to check out a game..."

"Ah, I see. And you're worried I'll embarrass you when he sees me?"

While your response was, "No. No, of course not," not wanting your mom to think you were embarrassed by her, this wasn't entirely true, Randall after all being just like you; a horny 18 year old guy with access to both the internet and porn, meaning that there was a good chance he might actually know who Amber Knights was. "It's just uh, well...He might, y'know, recognize you maybe..."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah..."

You couldn't help feeling rather embarrassed as you told her this, pretty much insinuating that guys like you and Randall watched a lot of porn, and therefore possibly cluing her in on the fact that you yourself had also known who Amber Knights was, even before this whole transplant business. This being a conversation you very much wanted to avoid.

"Well then, I guess trying to convince him I'm you're long lost cousin won't do much good," she then joked, trying to make light of things, "Not that that plan really panned out anyway. Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll make myself scarce. I'm meeting up with my friend Erica for lunch here anyway."

"Thanks, mom, and sorry. It was really good to see you. I haven't heard from you all week."

Looking somewhat apologetic herself, your mom then said, "I know. And I'm sorry about that sweetheart. Things have just been...kind of hectic," this answer being slightly cryptic, but you guessed perhaps it had something to do with all the redecorating she'd been doing, "But I'll make sure to give you a call in the next few days. Maybe you can come over or something."

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that."

"Okay, well I'd better get moving. We don't want Randall seeing you talking to a world famous porn star now do we? I'm sure that would be a hard one to explain."

"Yuh-yuh-yeah," you awkwardly chuckled, mention of your friend causing your eyes to once again dart back round towards the entrance to the store, your mom's lighthearted comment not dissipating the worry you had any of this actually happening. Of course your mom would never give the game away to who she really was, but still, you'd never hear the end of from Randall and you were certain it would bring up a lot of tricky questions that you really weren't sure you could answer.

Saying her goodbyes then, avoiding giving you a hug or a kiss as she usually would, your mom instead gave you a little wave before turning round and heading off through the mall, her incredible ass wiggling wonderfully beneath that tight flowery dress and those high heels causing her to bounce with every step. It had to be said, even having been around your mom these last couple of weeks in the hospital and then around the house, nothing had really prepared you for seeing her out in public, around other people, in actual proper, tight fitting clothes. It really did seem like Amber Knights had actually stepped out of your computer and into real life; her incredible surgically enhanced body making every other woman in the surrounding area pale in comparison, and every single man's head turn in awe. That must be some feeling you thought, wondering if your mom felt it (though how could she not?), her body now being an object of indescribable lust and envy everywhere she went.

"Shit, dude, you see the price of that thing in there?" you suddenly heard a voice from behind say as a hand slapped you on the shoulder, breaking you from your trance as you pulled your eyes from your mother's ass and turned to see Randall standing there looking more than a little frustrated, "I'm gonna have to start saving a heck of a lot more if I'm gonna afford that and Borderlands 3!" Breaking then from his brief rant about video games and spotting what it was you were looking at, he then asked, "Who was that you were talking to a second ago?"

"Uhm, nobody. Just some woman looking for the time," you nervously answered, Randall presumably having seen her walking away from you, but thankfully it seemed, having not recognized who she was.

"Well, she's got a pretty sweet ass," he told you, checking out her figure that was still visible in the distance, before asking, in the way that only a slightly pervy, horny teen could, "Was she hot?"

Pausing for a second to think about this, you then answered, "Yeah," seeing no reason now to lie as your mom then vanished into the crowd, admitting it not only to him but to yourself as well, "Yeah, she was."

Sharing his disappointment at having missed her, and commenting on how tight she looked from the little he'd seen of her from the back, Randall then rather playfully grabbed you round the neck with his arm and gave you a noogie, proclaiming as he did, "C'mon, let's go hit the arcade and blow up some shit!", which you then promptly did.