This choice: ...about a year. She taught last term at Fraiser Elementary. • Go Back...Chapter #12She taught last term at Fraiser Elementary. by: Wassel   "...about a year or so from the looks of it. Seems she used to teach at Fraiser Elementary."
"Wow. Our old school?" you half laughed, thinking it a strange coincidence.
"Yeah, I know. That's gonna be weird going back there, learning how to look after kids and shit," Randall agreed, sounding rather nervous about his future prospects as a kindergarten teacher, "Though I'm hoping that'll be a long way away; what with the accident and then...maternity leave." The way he said this made it more than obvious that he wasn't ready to even consider the whole 'giving birth' part of his current condition, practically shivering as he did.
Trying to keep things positive, not wanting Randall to dwell too much on things he had no control over, you told him, "At least that's something (referring of course to the delay in going back to Natalie's work)," adding that, "and I guess you'll be able to find out a lot more about her when you get out of here as well."
"I guess so."
With nothing else really to say on this subject you suddenly found yourself in somewhat of an awkward spot, not entirely sure what else to say to your now 31 year old pregnant best friend, apart from the obvious. Usually when you and Randall were together, the two of you would barely ever shut up; trash talking about everything and anything, as well as making goofy little jokes. Now though, that wasn't quite so easy, and not just because his life had been completely turned upside down and there wasn't really much you could say to make it seem better (other than offering your support which you already had), but also because of how he now looked. The simple fact that he no longer looked like Randall, and instead like some stranger made it all the more difficult to relax, no matter how much the same he appeared underneath. Your best friend was a woman now, an adult woman - and a heavily pregnant one at that, and this bizarre fact was always top of your mind.
"So, uh..." you eventually said, breaking the silence and nervously scratching at your head as your eyes wandered over his curvy feminine form, pausing momentarily on his extremely pronounced chest and belly.
"Oh c'mon, dude, just spit it out, huh?" Randall abruptly told you, rolling his eyes.
"Spit what out?" you shrugged, your friend appearing to have some insight that you didn't.
"What you've been dying to ask me since you walked in that door."
"I, uhm, I'm not sure..."
"Course you are. It's the exact same thing I'd wanna know if my best friend suddenly became a chick," he said, his face suddenly breaking into a smile, "What's it like?"
Laughing a little nervously at this, Randall being pretty much right on the money, you replied, "Heh. Well I guess you kind of got me there," having been of course extremely curious about this, but not really wanting to ask in case it came of as insensitive or weird or something. Now that your friend had read you like an open book and you had his permission though, there was no such reluctance and you eagerly asked him, "So what is it like...being a woman?"
"Really, really weird I think is the best way to describe it," came his reply, not even having to think twice as his eyes fell towards his new body, with yours quickly following. "I've got like all these new parts and accessories and stuff I never had before, and while some of it is kind of cool, like having big boobs," he told you, running his hands over the offending items (making them a little more apparent beneath the loose gown), before then sliding them over his large belly and down into the covers of the bed, "some of it is gonna take a lot of getting used to. I mean having to piss out of a pussy instead of a dick feels strange enough as it is, I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna squeeze an entire baby of out there!"
Hearing this made you pause for a second, as you tried to process what he'd just said; the realization that your best friend (who was once a geeky teenage boy, just the same as you ) now had female reproductive organs or more importantly - a pussy - was utterly surreal! Nestled between his legs, Randall now had the very thing that the two of you had lusted after and had wanted to get your hands on since you first discovered girls. It was unreal! Add to that the fact that his tits were huge as well, and his face - while not model stunning or anything, was very, very pretty indeed, you didn't know quite what to think; Randall having always being the one who never seemed to have any luck with girls and was always lagging behind in that department, while you'd been a bit more fortunate with Allison. Now though he was a girl, a woman even. He had actual breasts and a vagina, which automatically put himself a whole lot further ahead of the game when it came to the opposite sex than you'd ever be (you having yet to even explore what lay inside a woman's panties).
Not wanting to dwell on this bizarre realization though, you then began making stupid little jokes about how you hoped Randall wasn't suddenly going to start watching Sex in the City and Julia Roberts movies or anything now, or start dragging you around clothes shops for 'pretty dresses', hoping to again lighten the mood. This seemed to do the trick and soon Randall began joining in, laughing about how he was gonna braid your hair and start bitching and moaning all the time about girls who were prettier than he was.
After about ten minutes or so of this, feeling more relaxed now (having gotten partially over the elephant in the room), the two of you were then interrupted by Dr. Saunders, who came through the door accompanied by your parents. Going over a few things with you both and running one or two little tests on Randall, Saunders then got you to sign the appropriate papers that made you promise not to tell anyone what had been done here. As you did this however, you asked about your little brother and sister and whether or not they'd been informed and made to sign a similar waiver.
"Well we thought it best to leave David and Tabitha out of all of this...no offense Randall," your mother told you, glancing apologetically over at your friend, "It's just they are still young, and all this is so crazy and keeping it a secret would be such a heavy burden for them. It really would be better if they didn't know."
"No problem, Mrs. C. I understand," Randall replied, having a great deal of affection for your younger siblings, "It's probably best if we keep it to as few people knowing as possible anyway."
"Yes. Yes, I think that would be for the best," Dr. Saunders agreed, his mind more on the legal ramifications than the emotional.
Deciding that this probably was a good idea (even if it did mean lying to them to spare their feelings), your attention then turned to your girlfriend who had also been in the crash. "What about Allison though, does she know?"
"Not yet. She wasn't injured in the accident, so we sent her home," Saunders explained, butting in again, "She doesn't know about any of this."
Looking round at your parents and at Randall you then asked the obvious question, which was of course; "Should we tell her?"
"That's entirely up to you, sweetheart. And Randall too," your mother said, looking over at the two of you, leaving the decision entirely in your hands, "...she's your girlfriend after all."
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