Randall blinked his long lashes as he seemed to stare through you with his green eyes.
“Randall,” you began.
“Don’t just sit there, you fucking tool. Help me up.” Randall was forced to brush a curtain of blonde locks that fell over his soft face. You left your feet and took his delicate arm, his other gripped the IV stand. The two of you shuffled to the bathroom, his hospital gown was open in the back giving you a close up, unobstructed view of Brandi’s tanned back down to her coin slot created by the most delicious ass cheeks you had ever gazed upon. Finally, you reached the bathroom.
Randall stared at the mirror above the sink. Staring back at him was the disheveled, attractive blonde.
“Whoa…” he gasped. “Holy…Holy SHIT!” He pulled his thick hair back before grabbing his breasts again. He hefted and massaged them relentlessly over the gown. Your member stirred as you stood next to the head cheerleader as she fondled herself.
He pulled the gown away from his chest and buried his face into the neck opening. Pulling his head up he looked at you.
“Holy shit, Tim! I have fucking tits. Gorgeous fucking tits.” His hand explored the next greatest revelation for your old friend. Brandi’s slender hands explored his new vagina. He tilted his head back and gasped as he massaged his new sex with increasing vigor.
“Oh my GOD, TIM!” You swore he was climaxing. He stopped long enough to lift his gown well above his waist exposing his plain cotton panties. He stared for a moment before laughing.
“Want to see Brandi Summers’ pussy?” You swallowed without replying. Of COURSE you wanted to see it!
Randall’s fingers pulled down on the panties, finally exposing the cutely trimmed folds.
“Jesus Christ, Timmy. Look at that. That’s Brandi Summers PUSSY!!!”
“Randall, that’s YOUR pussy, now.” Both of you stared at it with awe. Neither of your had ever seen one in real life, or ever expected to see one—least of all Brandi Summers’.
“It…It IS my pussy,” he said touching it delicately. “This is so bizarre.” He dropped the gown after hearing the door to the room opening.
“Thanks for the assist to the bathroom, Tim.” He said covering your recent leering.
“My pleasure, Buddy, “ you replied loudly. The nurse entered the bathroom.
“You need to get out of here,” she scolded you. “Dr. Kerry thought you might need some help.” You left them alone making your way back to your own hospital room.
You had somehow drifted off to sleep. You opened your eyes recognizing it was now morning. There was a knock at your door.
“Knock, knock,” said the now familiar honey-sweet voice. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” you said flicking off the tv. Randall rolled his IV dispenser with him and sat next to you on the bed. He was still dressed in the hospital gown.
“So, you feeling better?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Now that the initial shock has worn off from ‘hey, you’re now the super-hot head cheerleader at your school. Have a good life.’”
“So, you’re okay with this?”
“What choice do I have, Dude? I mean, I should be dead. Instead, I’ve been upgraded.”
“Upgraded?”
“Fuck yeah it’s an upgrade. Christ, just look at me. I’m fucking hot. I have gorgeous tits. I have a pussy to play with any time I want.”
“But, you never get to go home.”
“Yeah. But, Alice was never a fan. Ever since I told her I wasn’t interested in going to church she couldn’t care less about me. And my dad is so whipped that he can’t think straight.”
“So, you’re okay with all this?”
“Well, it is a lot to take in and these will take some getting used to,” Randall said again massaging his new favorite toys, “but, it could be much worse.”
Just then there was a second knock at your door.
“Hey, Tim,” your mother said. “Are you decent?”
“Hey, Mom. Yeah, we’re decent.
“Hey Misses “C,” Randall said out of habit. You gently slapped his knee.
“Hi,” she said with confusion. “I’m Jennifer Conners. Have we met?”
“Uh, no,” Randall stuttered. “Tim here has just told me all about you.” Your mom cocked her eyebrow with suspicion. “I’m…Brandi,” he said possibly for the first time.
“Well, it’s nice to know Tim had a friend here during his stay.” Your mother playfully tapped your foot. “Good news, kiddo. You’ve been paroled. The doctor has released you. So, you should get dressed.
It took a moment for either you or Randall to recognize your mother was suggesting Randall leave so you could get changed.
“Well,” Randall said shuffling past your mom, “I should get going.” Randall disappeared leaving you alone with your mom.
“Wow, Tim. I think she likes you,” she said in her typical maternal meddling. “And she’s so pretty.”
“Hah,” you said passively, “that’s just Brandi from my school.” You pulled up your jeans under the gown and reached for your shirt. “She had a little concussion after the accident. We’ve been keeping each other company.”
“She’s a cheerleader!?” your mother said with obvious excitement as she was also one in high school and college.
“Yeah,” you said now fully dressed, “but, we’re just friends.” You walked with your mom down the hall towards the elevators. Just then, an excited shout followed after you.
“Tim Connors!!!” Randall was sprinting with the IV stand toward you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. You smiled as his new breasts squeezed relentlessly into your chest. “Promise you’ll call me soon.”
“I promise,” you said waiting for him to break his bear hug. You were forced to wait a long time. Finally, he released you. He smiled wiping tears from his eyes.
Randall stood in the lobby smiling at you and your mom until the elevator doors closed. Alone in the elevator, your mom smirked at you.
“We’re just friends,” she said mocking your voice.
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