You have to remain dressed like this for the rest of the night.

It didn't end there either, what with Randall grabbing the camera again and leading you back downstairs (sans the heels thankfully). So much for getting off lightly, you groaned, hoping that dressing up for him would have been the end of it. Apparently though, it was not.

With you now "dressed the part", your torturous evening as his lackey continued, Randall returning to the sofa again to watch TV, barking orders at you every five to ten minutes, as well as taking the odd picture. You fetched him food. You fetched him drinks. He even got you at one point to tie up his hair, laughing away at you as you got it completely wrong - really having no idea what the hell you were doing!

Admittedly though, as strange as it was to admit, touching his long, luxurious red locks was actually kind of exciting. It being so silky soft, and smelling so deliciously fruity from his earlier shower. Obviously sensing this (it taking you too damn long to put a hair tie on), he hurried you along, joking that "you're not picking fleas out of an apes butt you know. A ponytail isn't really all that complicated!" This of course turned your face beet red, but due to how embarrassed you felt towards what you were currently wearing, you doubted that he even actually noticed.

And so this continued for the rest of the night. Giving you the occasional half hour to yourself to sit and watch and episode of South Park or Family Guy, letting you get just the right side of comfortable before sending you off on some other fools errand. Your 'Man-****' outfit seemingly making it doubly hilarious for him.

"Alright, Rocky Horror," he finally chuckled, getting up off the couch to switch the TV off, "You did a mighty fine job as my butler, but I think it's probably time to call it a night."

"Thank Christ for that," you said, looking up at the clock - the time now being about a quarter to one. You'd been dressed in this ridiculous getup for nearly three hours!

"There's just one last thing you gotta do for me first..."

Oh yeah, here it comes... "And what might that be?" you groaned, knowing that it was to good to be true.

Thankfully it wasn't anything half as bad as you were expecting. No dancing around for him like an idiot to old ABBA songs while he took photos.No having to carry him on your back him up the stairs...again! - though you had to say, you did rather enjoy the contact (your penis, imprisoned within those tight panties however, did not). No, this time, your task was rather simple. Randall pointing then to a pile of clothes stacked up on top of one another inside a laundry basket in the corner. "Take all that shit up to my bedroom and put it away for me will you? While I go take a slash. You won't believe how much of a bitch it is having to do your own laundry all the time."

"Then I'm off the clock?" you asked, wanting to be certain this time, to which Randall then snapped his heels together and raised up his right hand.

"Scouts honor!" he said with a smile, before then rethinking the gesture. "Hm... no, maybe not scouts anymore. How about Guides honor?"

Laughing at this, you decided to agree - putting away washing being a walk in the park compared to what else he'd had you running around doing so far. Plus, it also gave you a chance to further familiarize yourself with Miss. Card's more intimate apparel. There being a few items of underwear at the top from what you could see.

"Oh and if you see any panties in there that you think might suit you, feel free to give them a whirl!" he snickered as you headed over to the basket and picked up the clothes.

"Fuck you, dude! I'm totally gonna get you back for this." you told him. Not sure how exactly, but certain that somehow you'd find a way.

Proceeding upstairs then with the laundry, examining a few items as you went, you found it kind of funny that Randall was actually giving you free reign like this with his stuff. Most women would no doubt want to keep their lingerie and underwear as far away from a 17 year old boy as humanly possibly. Either out of embarrassment, or concern over what exactly he might do with it. Randall however, didn't seem to care. First he paraded around in it. Then he got you to dress up in it. Now he was having you put it away. 'Most women' he was definitely not - though you kind of knew that already.

"Alright, let's see what we got here," you said, heading over to Randall's dresser and opening the first drawer, discovering inside a veritable treasure trove of panties of every kind. Well, it certainly looks like he evened things up in here, you chuckled, recalling how he'd complained initially about Miss. Card's seemingly overabundance of thongs. Though from the looks of it, there was still plenty of those, and even a few G-strings. Not that it surprised you though, Miss. Card has been a very sexy lady and presumably enjoyed wearing lingerie. And now that Randall was inside her body... well, lets just say, if you suddenly became a smoking hot babe, you'd probably go all out on underwear shopping too!

Not wanting to dwell here too long, in case he suddenly showed up and caught you 'perving' again (which realistically could actually have been part of his plan all along), you packed the panties away and moved onto the next drawer down. This one was equally as full as the last one had been, only this time, it wasn't panties it was filled with. This time it was filled full of giant fuck-off parachutes... or should you say bras?

Fuck me, will you look at the size of these things! It never failed to impress you just how ginormous Randall's bras were. 32HH, you mused, thinking back to what he'd told you his new size to be, as you knelt there marveling at these impressive feats of structural engineering. And by the rate he's growing, pretty soon even those ones are gonna be too small!

Hearing the bathroom door open downstairs, followed soon after by Randall's footsteps on the stairs, you placed the two giant bras in with the others and quickly got back to what you were supposed to be doing. Moving then onto his closet to hang up a couple of school blouses and tops, just in time to watch him walk in the door. "Cheers for that, dude. Saves me a job. I always hated tidying up after myself, and to be honest I still kinda do."

"No worries," you told him (this being the only time so far tonight you'd actually said this).

Placing his hands onto his wide hips as you finished your task, surveying you like some sort of military general examining a recruit, he then let out a sigh. "Well then, I guess your work here is done. You can take off all that stuff now if you want."

"About time too," you happily replied. Pretty sure that if you were stuck in these panties any longer, you were going to get lacerations on your dick!

"Fair play to you though. I didn't think you'd keep your word, but you did."

"Yeah well, a deals a deal... Or so someone kept telling me." While you could been pissed at him for making you dress up like a woman and wait on him hand on foot, you had to admit, it really hadn't been that bad. Most of what you had to do was pretty menial, and you did find yourself laughing at a few of his more ridiculous commands. As well as at the now terrible array of accents that came out of Miss. Card's mouth. Most importantly though, you'd found that just hanging around together again was a heck of a lot of fun, and in some ways it felt a lot like how it used to (minus the bizarre 'man-****' situation that was playing out of course).

Still, you weren't going to miss the outfit, and heading towards the bathroom then to take it off, you were abruptly halted in your tracks by Randall asking, "Uh... Where are you going, dude?"

"I'm just gonna... go get changed..." you told him, slightly confused by the question. Feeling suddenly paranoid, like you had just said the wrong thing.

Randall just looked at you, somewhat bemused. "Tim," he said, "Seriously? You don't have to go hiding away in the bathroom to get changed you know. I've seen it all before remember, so just do it in here. I don't mind."

"Oh. Okay then..." you muttered, having not even really considered this fact. Your automatic response to getting changed in front of a friend was to - not. But now you were more than just friends. You'd has sex with one another. Of course he'd seen you naked! You might as well just get used to that fact.

"After all," Randall carried on, this time with a smile, "I've got no problem getting naked in front of you..." The next thing you knew, he'd yanked his t-shirt over his head, revealing his momentous mammaries to the room, before then sitting back down onto the bed and slipping off his white panties too, kicking them towards you and nearly hitting you square in the face. Whoa! ...He was naked again!

"...And who knows. If you hurry up, I might give you a reward for being such a good man-****," he purred, letting down his long red hair and wiggling his eyebrows. "What do you say?"