This choice: Her apartment has been ransacked! What a mess! • Go Back...Chapter #8Her apartment has been ransacked! What a mess! by: caleb jones   "Stay here." Your dad orders everyone. He peeks his head inside but the room is empty of any intruders. He grabs a ski pole hanging on the wall and looks behind counters and in closets, and finally the bedroom and bathroom.
"All clear!" he announces. Everyone enters the apartment.
"What a mess!" Randall says.
"I'm glad you are not staying here, dear." your mother told Randall.
Randall felt tears suddenly flow. It was one thing after another. The only good thing left to him was the Connors family. Mrs' Connor took Randall in her arms and patted him on the back, encouraging him to let it out. Randall hadn't cried as much since he was a little child.
Finally, the emotional outburst subsided and he wiped away the tears.
"I apologize for that everyone. I don't know why that just happened! I just couldn't control myself."
Tabitha moved over to Randall and looked up at him with a smile and a hug, pressing her face into Randall's large bust.
"It's because you are a girl, silly! That's what you call 'having a good cry!' "Right Mom?"
"Correct, sweetie. Do you feel better now Randall?"
"You know, I think I do!" he said with a sudden smile, tossing his long blonde hair behind him.
"Good." Tim's mom said with a smile.
Your dad tapped his skiing pole on the floor to get everyone's attention.
"OK, people. This place is obviously not very safe. Let's grab everything that we think Randall will need and get it to the car.
Then I will call a cab and we will all go home where it is a lot safer."
"Randall and Tabitha and I will go through the bedroom." your mother announced.
"While you ladies do that, we boys will take out anything worth salvaging from the living room and kitchen that will fit in the car. The rest we will come back for, or donate to a charity later. And we will need a pile of trash to take out. The thieves left quite a bit. The good furniture can stay for now. It may have come with the lease."
Randall tried not to show his disappointment at being placed in the girl's search party. In his head, he was still one of the boys, despite
everything his new body insisted otherwise...
"All right then," you said, and began looking through what the thieves left behind. You find some pictures of Morgan and a picture album of her and her family. You put the pictures of Morgan in the pile to take home and the family album in the pile to be moved later. It could wait. Randall had enough to adjust to without adding a new bunch of strangers that were Morgan's family into the mix.
Your dad found some nice kitchen equipment, and your brother found some excellent Harry Potter and other books to add to your shelves at home. The TV was gone with the thieves, but apparently, the treadmill in the corner was too big to take. Bit if Morgan needed it to keep her figure trim, then Randall would also need it to maintain his new hourglass figure. And you really wanted him to do that!
You shoved it over to the take-home later pile. There wasn't much there thanks to the thieves.
Meanwhile, it seems the thieves didn't want anything in the bedroom except whatever was on top of the TV tabletop, so likely a TV was stolen. You found drawers of underpants and bras, and other female things like garters though you weren't quite sure what was what. Tim's mom told you to take them all. She whispered in your ear...
"As you will find out Randall, we big-bosomed gals have to pay extra for our bras, and they are not always in stock. Plus they are of great quality! And so pretty! Morgan probably used them in her stage act."
You had almost forgotten your body belonged to a stripper. Almost.
You could feel the bra wrapped around your chest and the strain your boobs put on your back. Until you strapped one on your new body, you had always thought of girls with bras as decorations on a beautiful body.
Catching sight of yourself in a mirror, you could see why Morgan had money to burn on nice clothes. Any guy would pay good money to see her take off her clothes. Which of course meant they would pay you as well. The thought of men staring at your nude body with lust in their eyes was strangely interesting. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.
You shook it off. It was a Morgan thing, not a Randall thing.
Mrs. Connors and Tabitha were pouring through dresses and skirts and blouses and pantsuits among other clothing.
Some things they admired and told Randall they would love to borrow the item later, and others they held up to his rather massive chest and told him how good it would look on him. Apparently, Morgan was a quality shopper with an eye for expensive name clothing. Then the mother and daughter discovered the shoe closet.
"Mom! Look! A whole 'nother closet just for shoes!"
"I see it, dear. Randall, you don't know it yet but these shoes are probably worth at least ten thousand dollars ... or more! Those thieves must have been men to leave all this behind!"
Randall didn't see any value in high heels he had no intention of wearing, his feet were already sore after just a couple of hours wearing the heels on his feet. Why torture himself with them when he could just wear sneakers! But Mrs. C. and Tabitha were being so kind to him he didn't say that to them.
"Yay," he said, with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his new female voice. It was more like a high-pitched squeak. He missed being a guy!
In the kitchen, Mr. Connors makes a big discovery!
He calls everyone into the kitchen and puts a big cookie jar on the kitchen table.
"I could use a cookie, Dad."
"So could I, David, but that is not what is in here."
He took the top off and dumped out the contents onto the table.
The contents were rather surprising!
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