You realize you have to get back home.

You were about to jokingly tell where he could shove his XBox when you suddenly had a thought... What the hell was the time? You'd been sitting there, chatting and playing video games for well over two hours, and at some point you really did have to get back home.

"Shit... What time is it, dude?" you asked, not seeing a clock anywhere.

"After six. Why?"he replied, looking down at the dainty little wristwatch that now adorned his arm.

"I think I'm gonna have to head home," you reluctantly sighed. Not really wanting to, but also not wanting to have to face your parents wrath either. After the accident they had gotten a lot more overprotective. You might have phoned to say you'd be slightly late home, but that didn't mean they were expecting you to be out all night.

Looking similarly disappointed but offering up no argument, Randall responded, "Ah, okay. You want me to give you a ride? Give myself a little more practice behind the wheel?"

"Nah, that's cool. I never told them I was coming over here, just in case... well, you know, my mom. Don't really want to risk her seeing you dropping me off outside."

"I can always drop you off a little further up the street if you want. It's no bother."

Clearly Randall was trying to make up for ignoring you these last few weeks - having never been quite so selfless before - or perhaps he was just enjoying the company of his friend and didn't want it to end so soon. Either way, you were incredibly tempted by this offer. That forty minute bus ride back not being something you were exactly looking forward to. Plus, there really was little chance of your mom waiting outside in the middle of the street.

Inevitably giving in, you told him, "Alright then, sure. Thanks, dude."

"No problemo," Randall grinned, pulling himself off the couch and turning off his XBox. Gloating again. "Just call it one of the perks of having a friend with his own sweet ride!"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in," you chuckled. Already being able to tell that this particular addition to Randall's lifestyle was something you were never ever going to hear the end of.

Grabbing his keys out of his purse then (once again having to route around for a good few minutes to find them), Randall then led you out the door and into the elevator. Your eyes were of course drawn once again to the sight of his incredible ass sashaying beautifully from side to side as he walked, each cheek rising and falling in perfect rhythm. You couldn't really help yourself though, there being something just so appealing about his overtly feminine posture. His gait no longer being in any way recognizable as that of a gangly 18 year old boy. He was all women now as far as you could see. All woman and more. His presence inside your Auntie Joan's body drawing your attention to her dramatic curves more than it ever had been before.

"Okay, buckle up, Timmy-boy," he said once the two of you had exited the building and climbed into what was now his car.

Though it was fairly easy for you to get your seat belt on, for Randall it was a little more difficult, and you watched with great interest as he tried to cajole the thing around his huge chest. Finding it somewhat difficult to get the strap into a comfortable position between each sweater covered mound.

Noting your eyes on him as he struggled for a good half minute, he looked over at you then and awkwardly chuckled, "Well at least if we crash I got a pair of airbags to cushion the blow!"

Though you laughed as well, your face did turn slightly red, feeling weird at having been caught out staring at your Auntie's tits. You couldn't help yourself though. They were just there, and they were just so damn big! Breasts had pretty much always been your favorite part of a woman, big ones especially, and now your best friend who you had spent countless hours with comparing and contrasting, rating and ranking them, now had his very own pair. It was just so strange to try and process. Randall had breasts. Really, really big breasts. Randall had your Auntie's breasts... as well as everything else that went along with her body. You might be a lot cooler now with each other than you had been back at the hospital, but this one overriding factor certainly wasn't something that was going to be easy to get used to.

Ignoring your obvious embarrassment though, Randall then started up the engine and the two of you went on your way.

You'd never actually been driven by him before, so this was kind of a new experience. Randall was never allowed to use either his dad or his step-mom's car and his performance during driver's ed had never exactly been what you'd call confident. Recalling several incidents at least where he'd nearly ran right into someone else. Now though he was driving like a pro. Seemingly having no difficulty at all navigating the busy streets. Must be the whole brain thing again, you thought to yourself as you watched him confidentially overtake with ease, casually chatting away about how awesome it is to have his own wheels while he did.

With his body seemingly on autopilot though, this did seem a lot more like being in the car with your actual Auntie at times than with Randall. Having to keep reminding yourself who it really was sitting there beside you. Guess It's something that I'm just gonna have to get used to. Especially once I have to actually start pretending that he really is my Aunt.

Being surprisingly familiar with the route from your Auntie's to your own (once again due to your Auntie's subconscious helping him out), you made it home in under twenty-five minutes, and as promised Randall stopped the car before your house.

"There we go, dude. Should be far enough away here," he said, peering out the window at your front porch.

"Thanks. And sorry about this," you told him, hating the fact that you had to now distance him from your family. Wishing things could be different and that he could come with you inside.

"No worries. The last thing I want is to upset your mom any more than I have done already. You guys were always so good to me."

"Yeah well, you're still my best buddy. Don't forget that. And no more of this hiding away, okay? You answer my texts and call this time."

Nodding his head at this, Randall replied, "Okay, I promise." Sounding like he actually did mean it.

"Cool. I'll see you later then," you said, opening the car door and stepping out onto the sidewalk. Adding teasingly as you did, "I know where you live, remember?"

And with that, you shut the door and set off towards your house, giving Randall a little wave as he pulled away. As surreal and as unprepared as you were seeing him now in the guise of your Aunt, you really were glad that you'd got everything out the way and were more on less back on the same page again. There was obviously still some little hangups here and there, things that would take time for the both of you to get used to. But it was good to know he was still - at his core - the same guy you'd known for the last 13 years. Albeit with a few new additions to his repertoire.

Keeping to his word then, only a few hours later (after having made up an excuse that you had gone to watch a movie with Danny and Chris after school) you received a text from Randall, followed soon after by a call.

"So I was just wondering, dude, if you weren't up to anything tomorrow evening," he began, sounding slightly nervous, "maybe you might wanna come over and help me get myself ready for my very first day as an advertising exec..." Adding with the proviso, "Only if you want to of course."

Though you hadn't expected to either hear or see from him again so soon, you were more than happy to oblige. "No. No, sure. I'd be down with that."

"Thanks. I could use a little moral support. Plus I have no freaking clue what the hell I'm gonna wear. Never had a job before..."

Neither of you had. Well, at least nothing this demanding. Nothing that gave out a five figure salary.

"I'm sure together we can think of something," you told him. Figuring that if in doubt, Google was always as good an option as any other.

Happy with this, and not wanting you to think his invitation was all about him and his new life, he then added, "You can even bring over a few movies to watch if you like. Your Aunt was a really cool lady, but no offense, her choice in DVDs really sucked!"

There was no offense taking. As much as you loved her, it was true. She really did own some pretty damn vomit inducing films. "Yeah, she did really love those schmaltzy rom-coms, didn't she?"

Chuckling fondly at this for a moment, you then assured him that you'd find something appropriately action packed and masculine that he hadn't seen, before hanging up and getting to work thinking up yet another lie in which to tell your parents...