This choice: you find it surprisingly easy to pick up Tabitha's lifestyle and friends. • Go Back... Over the next two weeks, you had to stay at home resting. The doctors didn't want you moving around too much until your brain had time to "settle in." Their technical term for healing, but that was good. You got to sit and play video games except for the forced "re-education" in Tabitha's life. Fortunately, she kept a diary that your mom found cleaning once. It had her passwords for Facebook, email and phone, so you were able to research and learn quite a bit about her that you never knew.
That definitely helped with her friends who were constantly dropping by. Well, that and the turban on your head allowing you to feign amnesia for any mistakes you made with your impersonation. Of course, that just gave them an excuse to go into greater detail. At first all their chatter and gossip was hard to take; but within the first week, it grew to be more of a game, somewhat like being Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, without the action and killing, just being her for real - no game controller. You began to feel normal as Tabitha instead of taking over your sister's body. Soon you found yourself easily joining them and, surprisingly, enjoying it.
What you weren't enjoying was how little time you had with Randall and the excuses for him being there if someone came over. Obviously, he was your dead brother's friend, not yours, and he didn't have much reason to be over any more. The only explanation was from your mom of how close he was with your parents as well as your previous self, and he needed comfort and closure, too.
Maybe the infrequent visits was why you always got excited when you knew he was coming. You were almost giddy sometimes getting ready by cleaning up your girlie stuff so Tabitha's room looked nice. It wasn't to look nice, just to not have anything to give him a chance to tease you, although he seemed to control himself for the most part.
"They told you what?" you shrieked in Tabitha's shrill way when she was surprised and upset.
"They said I could have your Xbox, um, ... ah, ... along with anything else in your room since Tabitha wouldn't need them."
"Dude, you're not taking my only link to sanity, are you?"
"No, man. Of course not. You can come over anytime and play." You give him a dirty look and he offers, Ah, well, the computer stays." It's several years old, and you know he has a better one at home.
"Shit, that does me little good. I have to sneak down the hall to use it then rush back when any of Tab's gang stops by."
"I know. Look I said I'd try to find something, but the iPad doesn't really do many games like we're use to."
You just slumped back on Tabitha's bed next to Randall with arms crossed under your juvenile breasts, just the size that Randall didn't always stare at. Your parents didn't want you staying in your old room for a couple reasons: it would look odd to anyone, and all the clothes that now fit you were in Tabitha's. And they wouldn't let you put your computer in her room. Now they were giving away your old stuff.
"I guess it's to be expected," you sighed. "Those Apple things Tab has are pretty good for pictures and stuff."
"Hey, no game or electronics is going to stop us being buds."
That perked you up a bit. "Yeah. We're still two solid du ..., buds" you cheer correcting yourself then throwing an arm over his shoulder and leaning against him. "They're not going to separate us that easily."
He smiled and gave you a hug. It felt good, better than good, but you couldn't exactly place it. Randall always was great to be with and knew how to keep the fun in anything, especially now helping you through this transition. It was still a little strange how Tabitha's body reacted so differently to things, even Randall. He's always been your best friend, though, but is it natural for you to get almost euphoric when he's around?
"So, how's it going with the girls club?" he gingerly asks letting go and scooting away a bit.
"Damn, you wouldn't believe all the things they talk about. Guys mostly. I couldn't believe that one girl even admitted to having a crush on me, well, the old me that died. We cried together one day when she told me that."
"No way. You're a crier now?"
"Dude, it's an hormonal thing. We girls are very sensitive," you say seriously.
"I bet you are," he grins before attacking you with tickles sending you giggling and rolling on the bed.
"Stop," you gasp. He pauses only to start again. "Oh, god. Not there, please." You roll on your tummy and try to protect your sides, so he goes down to your thighs.
Suddenly, your nipples seem to spring out, and you feel like you're wetting yourself. In fact, you feel a little shiver and moisture down there.
"Too much. The head remember," you cry out in a bit of a panic.
"Sorry. I forgot," Randall says as he backs off.
"Wait," you gasp and crawl over to him. "It's OK."
"So any of them say anything about me?"
"Oh, like how silly and creepy my brother's friend is?"
"No, like how fascinating a dreamy hunk he would be to be with?"
"They better not," you blurt feeling upset that any would.
"Huh?"
Embarrassed at that, you jump him and start tickling sending him into convulsions this time. Suddenly the door opens.
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