This choice: The following day, you and Randall are discharged. • Go Back...Chapter #7The following day, you and Randall are discharged. by: Wassel   That was a day ago now. A full 24 hours since your best friend had dropped the second biggest bombshell of your entire life (the first of course being that you were now a girl). Having at the time, simply not been able to accept this. And to be honest, you still hadn't. Even after he'd left and your parents had hustled into the hospital room moments later. Recalling how your mother had hugged you so tightly that you almost couldn't breathe. Tears streaming down her face as they both exclaimed how glad they were that you were alright. Blaming themselves for your current condition and apologizing profusely. Stating what you'd already head from both the doctors and Randall; that this was "the only way".
Not that you blamed them. It not being their fault, nor the doctors either for that matter. They'd all simply been trying to keep you alive. And in that they had most definitely succeeded. Just not in the way you might have liked. Feeling incredibly awkward and uncomfortable talking with the two of in your completely alien body. Even more so than when talking to Randall. Presumably because he was in the exact same position. Only with a slightly better outlook on everything. Not to mention parents that simply did not seem to care.
Your parents meanwhile, did their best to both comfort and assure you that everything was going to be alright. That they'd help you and Randall adapt to your new lives in every possible way they could. Talking you through what exactly this would mean. Which appeared to involve the two of you going to live with Tessa and Holly's father for a few days (who'd given the go-ahead for the operation along with your own parents), until you'd be able to move back into their college dorm. Seeing how it would look rather peculiar for two nineteen year old twins to suddenly move into the house of a supposedly 'grieving' family. Not being entirely sure which was the most terrifying prospect if you were honest; Going to live with a complete stranger, or heading off to college to study God knows what, before you'd even had the chance to graduate high school.
Either way, you were introduced to Gregg Robbins not too long after. A widower, who's wife had died some ten years before. A kindly, if somewhat quiet man, who was holding up remarkably well considered he'd just lost his two daughters on the exact same day and their bodies were now inhabited by two complete strangers. Greeting both you and Randall with a sad, yet reassuring smile.
And so, after speaking with him for a good long to work out all of the various arrangements, you spent a extremely uncomfortable night alone inside your new female body. Barely managing to get any sleep at all. Being discharged the following morning with a clean bill of health and proceeding onto Mr. Robbins' house. Your parents naturally coming along too. Wanting to make sure that you and Randall were both settled. Or at least as settled as it was physically possible to be. It feeling so damn weird to be sitting there in some strangers front room, listening to them all chatting away, while trapped inside a body that was not your own.
On the flip-side of you, Randall remained just as gung-ho about it all as he'd been that first time you'd woken to find him next to your hospital bed. Appearing much more at ease than you were on the opposite couch. Rolling his now gorgeous brown eyes as the 'grown-ups' droned on and on. Making the odd funny face in your direction. A sight which was still incredibly surreal. Looking upon this super cute brunette and being well aware that this was actually your best friend in there. And by a strange sort of proxy it was also you as well. Seeing how you looked pretty much identical.
Once they'd all done talking and were happy that you and Randall would be okay, your parents gave the both of you a big hug (something that felt especially weird now that you had boobs) and headed on their way. Leaving just the two of you alone with Mrs. Robbins. The twins father expressing his understanding if you both wanted to spend some time in your new bedrooms for a while. Just to get used to everything. Well aware that these new surroundings and this new situation might be a lot for you to take in all at once. Figuring that you might want some downtime after everything that had happened. Seeming like he definitely needed some himself.
Which is where you found yourself now; Standing in what had formally been Tessa's bedroom. It being the complete antithesis of your own. Extremely feminine for one thing, with cushions and little teddy bears scattered all over the place. Not to mention a large vanity mirror smack bang in the middle of the wall. Surrounded by pictures of both her and her sister, along with various other friends. Tessa looking so happy and full of life in them. Most of which involving her pulling silly faces or doing something stupid in a bar or club. Clearly being a it of a wild child by the looks of it. At least you assumed that this was Tessa. Her and Holly being extremely difficult to tell apart.
So this is my life now, huh? you thought to yourself as you stared at the collage of pictures. The fact that Tessa appeared to be having fun in all of them and also seemed to know a lot of similarly hot looking girls not making this idea any less daunting. Missing your old bedroom and your old life already.
"Hey, hey!" you heard a voice behind you suddenly say. A voice that sounded eerily similar to what was now you own.
Turning to see Randall poking his head around the bedroom door. A goofy grin painted across his face.
"Hey, dude," you greeted him as he came on in and closed the door. Slumping down on the bed as you did.
"How you holding up?" he asked.
"Okay, I guess," you told him with a heavy sigh. Not being able to keep up the facade for long. "It's all just super weird, y'know. This room... All this stuff... I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to it." Feeling more at home in your little sister's bedroom than you did in here.
"Yeah, well. It's only temporary. Once we're in college and in the dorm, we can make it look however we want. Get ourselves an Xbox... maybe some posters. Make it seem a little more... us!"
"Can we?" you replied, skeptically. "Or do we need to keep everything exactly the way Tessa and Holly would have had it?" Reminding him that you were supposed to be adapting to the twins lives, not the other way round.
Randall just shrugged. Not really having an answer for this.
"It just really sucks is all," you continued. Needing to vent your frustration. "Us being stuck like this. In these bodies. It's just not fair."
"Well, it's like I keep telling you, dude. It could be worse. We could be dead." This being a rather sobering thought indeed.
"I know." You could be. Being extremely glad that you weren't. Not that this made being stuck as a female any less daunting.
"Anyway, there are upsides," your best friend told you. Grinning once again as he grabbed a seat near the bed. Looking back in the direction of the door (as if making sure no one was there) and asking, "Have you... you know, checked it out yet?" His voice almost a whisper.
"Checked it out?" you asked. Not quite following. "Checked what out?"
"Your new body, you idiot!" he chuckled. Gesturing towards his identical form. His large bust and feminine physique being amply displayed in the tight yellow t-shirt and jeans that he had on (having been given them back at the hospital). "Have you taken a look underneath the hood yet? Y'know, to make sure everything is in proper working order." It being obvious from the sly smile that was currently working its way across his face that he most definitely had. And then some.
You didn't say anything, and ended up blushing instead. As much as you'd longed to familiarize yourself with the naked female form (having thought of little else for the last 3 or 4 years), you hadn't actually been able to bring yourself to do so. Having been so freaked out while changing that you ended up throwing your clothes on as fast as you possibly could. Desperately trying not to think about the brief glance you'd gotten of Tessa's smoking hot body. Those big, perfect looking breasts... Those cute gumdrop nipples... That flat stomach... Curvy hips... And especially not the dark little strip of hair that led directly between your legs. Where your new sex now lay. Having actually managed to completely avoid looking at that. Despite almost every single fiber of your being telling you that you should.
Reading your answer from this, Randall appeared shocked. "You haven't, have you? Fucking hell, dude! What are you waiting for? It was just about the first thing I did! Hell, I just spent like the last half hour doing exactly that! And believe me when I say it's FUCKING AWESOME! So much better than jerking off as a guy." His voice getting progressively louder as he grew more and more excited. "In fact, I'd say that I'm happier about all this now than I was back at the hospital. Seeing how I can play with MY pussy anytime I want to." Absolutely relishing the fact that he actually got to say these two words. "No more chasing after girls and getting rejected over and over. Or sitting in front of my computer jerking off all night long. Now I'M the babe. I'm the one that all the guys'll be chasing. Plus... None of those bitches in our year had tits anywhere near as incredible as THESE!" Cupping his huge rack with hands and bouncing them up and down. An image that, even as a chick, made you pause and take note. Those things really were incredible.
"I honestly don't think I've ever seen a nicer pair of tits anywhere," he continued smugly. "32G according to Holly's bra, which is huge! Seriously dude, this is like the most epic fucking thing ever. It's almost like a dream come true."
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