Your Auntie's subconscious suddenly kicked in.

This however changed rather rapidly as his face then broke into an excited grin, his blue eyes sparkling from behind their dark lashes. "I just started doing stuff... like out of nowhere. Cooking, cleaning, paying your Auntie's bills, even walking in fucking heels! It was if I suddenly knew how to do it all, even though I didn't."

This seemed way too good to be true. How on earth could he possibly just know how to do things?, you thought, staring at him rather skeptically, That... the doesn't make any sense...

Apparently it did though, to the doctors at least. Randall telling you then that "I asked Dr. Kerry about it when I went to the hospital for my followup appointment and he told me they thought this might happen. That I might start absorbing some of her memories and skills. Subconscious shit that you don't even have to think about, yet somehow know how to do - kinda like riding a bike... or being able to apply makeup like a pro!" He pointed to his gorgeously made up face as he said this, clearly pleased with the results. As good as it looked though, it was kind of strange to see your Auntie smiling like an overexcited teenage boy.

"That's why I went dark on you for a while. I got so caught up in all this stuff going on in my head, trying out all this new shit I could suddenly do. Like, for example, did you know your Auntie is really swish on the piano?" he asked, pulling himself up off the couch and heading over to the upright piano in the corner.

"Uh, yeah... She and my mom got made to have lessons when they were younger," you told him, still somewhat skeptical about all this. Hoping he wasn't about to actually try and play it.

Randall seemed confident however, lifting the lid and proclaiming with a smile,"Check this out then..." And with that he began to play, tapping away at the keys like he'd done it a million times before, belting out an actually pretty awesome rendition of the Star Wars theme.

Whoa. No way! You were totally blown away. Had your Auntie's subconscious really taught him how to do that?

"Can you believe that shit?" he said, after he was done, looking very pleased with himself. "And I'm like tone deaf too! Don't you remember Mrs. Patterson constantly throwing me out of music class back in the 7th grade? Only thing these fingers were ever any good for was beating your ass at video games!" This was true, as far as you were aware, Randall had never really had much of an interest in music, and unless he'd been taking secret piano lessons behind your back, then you were at a loss to explain how else he could have suddenly done that.

That wasn't all he could do either it seemed. Randall then regaling you with a list of other things he suddenly found himself proficient at, chief amongst these being his ability to now mimic your Auntie in style, movement and tone. Having apparently done a pretty damn good job of fooling most everyone he'd come into contact with over the last couple of weeks - not including the previously mentioned neighbor, who he had bumped into before this whole brain-thingy had properly kicked in, having had a rather disjointed and embarrassing conversation with him out in the hall.

"Jesus... that's... that's amazing!" you told him, once his tale was done. It almost seeming like your friend had suddenly gotten some kind of superpower now. "And the doctors really said it was okay? It's not something that has gone wrong with the transplant?"

"Nope. They said it's perfectly natural due to some blah blah shit about brains, and that it should help me more easily adapt. Which I think it has."

"Yeah, no fucking kidding! I can't believe you're actually gonna to do her job. So d'you like know all that stuff as well, about advertising?"

His answer to this wasn't quite so confident however. "I think so... maybe. Not consciously, but when her boss phoned up to see how I was doing, things just sort of came out. Half the stuff I didn't even know what I was talking about till after I'd said it. It really is kind of weird... yet cool at the same time. I'm like Neo now," he chuckled, moving his hands into a quasi Kung Fu pose, "Getting shit downloaded directly into my brain!"

It certainly seemed that way, and you had to wonder, had you suddenly been transported into the Matrix too? Things had been weird and off putting enough as it was just knowing that your best friend was inhabiting your dead Aunt's body, but seeing how well he was coping with her life somehow made it slightly worse. This most definitely wasn't the same Randall you knew.

Getting then to another matter that had been troubling you from the first moment he opened the door - his choice of clothing - you then rather nervously asked, "And... and the clothes and stuff? Do you actually like dressing like that now? You know... like a woman?" Surely there was less feminine, less clingy and revealing clothing he could be wearing from your Auntie's wardrobe. Like jeans and a t-shirt. Why then had he gone for that ensemble?

"Well, I mean... No. Not exactly," he said, looking more than a little uncomfortable with this question."It's kind of complicated. This is what your Auntie wears, so I figured I'd better wear it now too. It's freaky as shit suddenly having to dress up in panties, and bras, and skirts, and heels and all the other stuff, but I've got to get used to it eventually. So I figure, why delay the inevitable? Besides I could hardly turn up to your Auntie's work earlier in sweatpants now could I?"

No, you supposed not. Still, even though that was how your Auntie normally looked, knowing that it was Randall inside pulling the strings just didn't seem quite right. You couldn't quite put your finger on what it was exactly, but it did make you feel a tad uneasy.

"Anyway. I'm really sorry again, dude, for not texting. I guess part of me was worried how you might react..."

Ignoring this feeling for now though and letting out a sigh (having hoped the two of you had gotten past this), you again assured him, "Randall, I already told you back at the hospital, none of this is your fault. I miss my Auntie sure, but... well, I guess by the looks of things, I've got a new Auntie now - Auntie Randall."

"Auntie Randall...?" he chuckled, as did you. "Screw you, dude!"

Clearly he had come along way since that initial meeting back in the hospital, acting a lot more like his old self again... while at the same time, not. That part (his look and mannerisms) he had already explained though. Behind the surface he was still Randall Davis. He was still your friend.

With that awkwardness out of the way then, your 'new Auntie' decided to show you some hospitality, assuming that you'd be staying for a while and offering you a drink. "I got some soda in the fridge if you want."

"Sure. Thanks."

"No worries," he smiled, getting up again off the couch. "And welcome, I guess, to Casa De Randall!" And with that he turned on his heels and headed off towards the kitchen, his wide hips swinging majestically as he went. It was rather an impressive sight to witness, just how womanly and kind of down right sexily Randall now moved. His large, perfectly round posterior pushing up tightly against the material of his skirt as it bobbed and jiggled with every step, holding your attention.

Your Auntie really did have a great body, as weird as that was to admit - sharing some similarities with your mom, but being much younger looking, much slimmer and possessing one hell of a pair of breasts. The busty gene apparently ran strong in your family, but none of them could compete with your Aunt Joan. You'd been almost certain that she was smuggling two watermelons down there when you were younger, they really were that big. This was probably one of the reasons you'd developed a bit of a crush on her back then (that and the fact that she was so easygoing and fun to be around). Your Auntie being one of the prettiest girls you knew. Now though, that was Randall, which was a weird thought.

Watching him then as he fetched two bottles of Soda from the fridge and turned around, chucking you one (your Auntie's apartment being open plan), you quickly tore your eyes away from the massive rack that was so prominently displayed within the tight blue sweater, stretching at the material.

"Cheers!" he said, planting himself back down on the couch a moment later and stretching out his legs, kicking the white pumps off his feet and down onto the floor. "Phew. That's better! Those things really start to pinch after a while. God knows why women actually wear them."

"Yeah. Who knows..." you agreed, noticing that his dainty little toes were painted the same color as his fingernails as he gave them a wiggle. Finding it rather interesting to note that even though he himself was now a woman and had just been wearing heels, he hadn't actually lumped himself in with the same crow - obviously still thinking of himself as male. Much like you did... or at least tried to. It was admittedly a lot harder now with evidence to the contrary sitting right there in front of you.