This choice: ...come clean. No point in lying. • Go Back...Chapter #6...come clean. No point in lying. by: Wassel   "Yeah, man. I heard," you said, softly.
"Kinda fucked up, huh?" he said, depressingly.
"Unbelievably."
Randall looked at you intently. "Promise me something, Tim?" You nodded. "No matter what happens moving forward, don't forget me, okay? I know it's hard to remember with this body and these tits bouncing all over the fucking place, but I'm still me. Not some bimbo. I still want us to be best friends." Tears had welled up in his eyes a bit. It was surprising. The only time you'd seen Randall cry was five years ago when his mother died. He quickly stifled them. "Sorry. I've been a little more emotional since..." He trailed off. You knew what he meant.
"Randall, don't worry about it. This whole thing is fucking crazy. Look. I promise. We've been friends since we were kids. That's never going to change, okay?" you reassured, putting your hand on his shoulder. "It's going to take a little getting used to, though." He nodded and straightened up.
"Whew, now that that is out of the way," he said, sounding relieved. "Check this out." He opened the small purse and withdrew what was obviously a check. He handed it over. Your eyes went wide. The check was for $10,000, but considering you'd never seen so much money in one place, it might as well have been a million.
"Holy. Shit. Randall, you're going to be loaded! Didn't Kerry say that you were going to be getting a check like this every month?"
"Yeah." The two of you stood enraptured by the small piece of paper you now clutched in your hands.
After a minute or so of silence, you asked, "So, I don't have to call you Morgan or anything, do I?"'
Randall grimaced. "Dude, no. Earlier your mom tried doing that and I just about lost my shit on her. I know she was trying to help, but I don't want anyone calling me that. No matter what, call me Randall. I feel like I've already lost so much of me. I just want to keep my name at least."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, man, but what about the contract? What should we call you in public?" It was hard enough to think of this bombshell as Randall, calling him by some girl's name would only make things more difficult.
Randall gazed down at the check you were still holding. With a sigh he conceded, "Fine. Just in public. I don't want us to lose out on all this money."
"We?"
"Tim, who the hell do you think is going to help me spend this money?" he said, giving a chuckle and putting an arm around your shoulders. While not the tallest guy ever, you were still about average in height. Randall had to put his arm up to get around you, even with the added height of the heels he was sporting. It was weird to think about how small he was now comparatively. At least in some areas you thought. "Besides, Morgan is..., uh, was, I guess... 24! I can totally buy for us now! Plus, the porn..."
"Earth to dumbass," you retorted, "I've got the internet, dude. I can see us much porn as I want anytime I want. Besides, who needs porn when we can just look at you?" You gave a laugh as Randall gave a fake mad expression and tried to punch you again.
As the two of you began what was a fairly typical play fight, you finally started to relax. The air of normalcy this lent made you realize that as weird as this whole scenario was, deep down, things were still the same. You couldn't let Morgan's incredible body get in the way of a friendship that had lasted your entire life. Just as it seemed that Randall might be going to get the upper hand, a nurse appeared at the door and cleared her throat loudly and disapprovingly. Immediately, you desisted your antics and made your way out of the room. The two of you made your way down to the lobby of the hospital to meet your family and finally get out of this place. You were anxious to finally get back to the comforts of home and the rest of your summer vacation. Aside from this hiccup things would go back to normal. A rather distinct click-clack rousted you from your thoughts and drew your attention to the heels that adorned Randall's feet. As your gaze rose, your eyes were drawn to the hypnotic splendor of Randall's perfectly round, jutting bubble butt swaying from side to side. You could feel a deep arousal building within you. In that instant, you knew that things were already different and would never be entirely the same again.
As you reached the lobby, your family crowded Randall immediately. It was strange to witness how different they reacted to him now, even though he had long been a fixture around the family. You saw your dad struggle to not glare at anything inappropriately, while your brother David made no such effort whatsoever. Your mother was warm, but much more reserved. Interestingly, Tabitha had always been somewhat indifferent to Randall in the past and now she was clearly smitten with admiration. After all was said and done, everyone piled into the family van.
"So, uh, Randall," your father started. "Where are we off to?"
"Huh?" asked Randall, assuming that you would just head straight home.
Your mother turned around in her seat. "Well, dear, do you want to go straight home or did you want to go to Morgan's place?" She turned to you. "Your father and I are going to have to head out once we get you guys settled. We bought tickets to a wine tasting out of town and after all of this, we could certainly use the weekend away. Randall, dear, we won't have time to take you shopping beforehand. Do you want to go and try to find some more to wear or will you try and make do with what we have at the house?" You turn to Randall and give a shoulder shrug.
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