Once inside the bathroom, you headed over to the mirror and looked at your reflection, catching sight of your still blushing face.
"Okay, I gotta really try and snap out of this," you told yourself, referring to the awkwardness and embarrassment that came from being around your friend now, whenever he drew attention to just how feminine he was. Most of the time it was fine (though still of course slightly weird) and you could at least try not to focus too much on the body he was in, just as you had done while joking around on the couch, watching TV and drinking margaritas. But when it came to mention of his breasts or talk about putting on sexy clothing, well...you just kind of lost it; feeling less like you were actually with Randall and instead with your super hot History teacher and her incredible erection inducing body. If you were going to get used to your best friend now looking like that, then you were really gonna have to learn to relax more around him and try not see him as a beautiful woman (as hard as that may be). God knows things were going to become a whole lot more complicated once you went back to school and had to pretend that she was Miss. Card, so really you had to do the best you could with it now, while you had the chance.
"Maybe some more **** might help with the relaxing part at least," you chuckled, heading over to the toilet to relieve yourself, thinking it had seemingly worked for Randall, having little qualms about putting on a barely-there party dress and wandering out into the night on his first day as an adult woman.
Finishing up and washing your hands, you thought to yourself that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. You did want to stop feeling so self conscious around Randall, and the two of you basically were planning on hitting a club to basically drink and have fun. So why not add another small helping of dutch courage to help you on your way? You were basically about to pour the both of you another drink anyway before Randall had suggested going out, so why not do that now?
Deciding then that this was exactly what you were going to do, you headed back out of the bathroom and back through to the kitchenette and mixed yourself up another margarita. After getting stuck into that, you wondered for a moment if you should head back through and see how Randall was doing deciding what dress to wear (of course being as curious as hell, especially if he did decide to go for the more revealing options), but quickly thought against it, still feeling a little embarrassed about him calling you out for having your head on his tits (a though which, on reflection, was admittedly kind of hot) and having also told him that you'd leave him to it. Instead, you headed back over to the couch, put your feet up on the coffee table and started flicking through the TV channels, sipping at your margarita as you did.
It really was pretty cool you thought to yourself as you sat there drinking and watching TV in the middle of he night, having no such liberties at your own home. In a way Randall really did have it made, having his own place, his own car, and control over his own life for a change (well, at least until your mom got involved and started making him act all 'properly'). That wasn't to say that what had happened hadn't been a horribly tragic event though; your friend's entire life, entire family and his very identity had been taken from him, as had the life of Miss. Card, which was also incredibly sad. But what was it they said in that old song...'Always look on the bright side of life'? You guessed that there was always an up side to everything, and there was a few around here for Randall that you could already see.
Interrupting your musing, you suddenly heard Miss. Card's vo...Randall's voice (you still sometimes confused yourself with that for a moment) calling you from the bedroom. "Hey, Tim. You couldn't give us a hand here could you?" he shouted, causing your ears to immediately prick up.
"Sure, what is it?" you asked, shouting back.
"It's this freaking dress. I need some help getting it on," he told you, causing you to gulp a little and quickly down the rest of your drink, aware that this was definitely a situation that would require a little more dutch courage.
Pulling yourself up off the couch, you then made your way towards the bedroom, doing your best as you went to convince yourself that this would just be like helping him putting on a tie at one of the school dances (which Randall never seemed to be able to get right) and nothing more, not wanting to end up embarrassing yourself all over again, as you waited for the **** to kick in.
Gingerly knocking on the door before you went inside, you pushed it open and were confronted with the image of Randall standing there, dressed in that slinky blue, strapless mini, with the (faux) lace up sides, struggling to get the top of the dress over his incredibly large bosom, the abundance of flesh that was now bulging out rather obscenely causing you to stop dead in the doorway, having never imagined so much breast could ever actually exist in real life.
"Oh thank Christ, dude!" he said, looking up to see you there, looking rather flustered as pulled at the cups somewhat in vain, the dress clearly being far too small for such a large breasted woman as him. "I can't get this stupid thing up over my tits! You couldn't grab the back and pull could you?"
"Uh, yuh-yeah, sure," you replied, pulling your eyes from those immense treasures and quickly moving round behind him as he turned to give you better access, the view of his perfect round ass hugged by tight, silky material nearly being as incredible as his overflowing boobage. Doing as he said and grabbing at the top of the dress, batting his long, dark red locks out of the way, you pulled at the stretchy material of the dress, finding your eyes strangely drawn to Miss. Card's exposed back as you did, able to, for the first time really, smell the sweet, feminine scent of her beautiful bare skin.
Looking over his shoulder at you, Randall then instructed, "Alright, now on the count of three, we both pull upwards, okay?" to which you nodded, before he then began counting down. "One...Two....Three! PULL!" And so you did, forcing the dress upwards and causing Randall to let out a loud, sharp groan, before letting out a deep breath and announcing, "Oh thank fuck for that! I thought I was never gonna get this thing on!" indicating that it had indeed worked.
"So, what do you think?" he then asked, turning round to face you, as his eyes lowered down towards his own chest and yours soon followed.
Although he had managed to get his breasts into the dress, the simple fact of the matter was that it was clearly not designed for a woman so top heavy, fitting pretty well everywhere else but there. His chest was now so tightly packed into it that they had been compressed into two perfectly spherical domes, the (more than) tops of which were pushing upwards towards his neck, creating the most spectacular cleavage you think you'd ever seen.
"I know, pretty fucking sexy, right?" he grinned, spotting how captivated your were by his bust and figuring out your answer for himself, "This is the kind of outfit Miss. Card really should of worn at school!"
Running his hands down his sides and taking a step back, allowing you to fully take everything in, you really were blown away by how incredibly the dress made him look; clinging tightly to him like a second skin, showing off his slim, perfectly toned physique, the lace up straps at the side that started at about waist length exposing just enough flesh to be classy, while not being overly slutty, while the hem of the dress stopped short at a respectable distance, about mid thigh, displaying a pair of incredibly long, smooth looking legs. If it wasn't for the pair of ginormous mounds bulging out the top, this dress could have quite easily appeared a lot more respectable than you'd first thought. As it stood now though, it was a true erection inducing image, and you couldn't quite believe that you were actually standing in a room, less than four feet away from something so hot.
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