This choice: Cassie Rousseau, an Amazonian bodybuilder. • Go Back...Chapter #4Cassie Rousseau, an Amazonian bodybuilder. by: Tasputin   Taking a closer look at the peacefully sleeping face laying on the bed, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You first thought being that this was some kind of joke or prank, almost expecting camera’s to come out of the woodworks and catch your reaction.
You couldn’t believe it as that was definitely not Randall lying there on the bed…it was a woman. A very beautiful woman.
“That’s… That’s not Randall. No” you stutter unable to get the words out of your mouth as you look at the sleeping figure before you.
One of the doctors, Dr Kerry pats your shoulder bracing you as he tells you that it is. Coldly telling you in a matter of fact tone.
Oh my God! you silently murmured to yourself, realizing what the doctor was telling you was true, but being unable to properly accept it as that. There was no way in hell you could possibly recognize her as such, as your closest friend; the woman before you looking nothing like the curly red haired boy you'd been friends with ever since he'd dropped a pile of mud on your head in preschool. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Not only was Randall now a girl, the soft feminine features and long blonde hair gave that away. A stark contrast to your friend who had a goofy looking face and a head full of curly red hair. This woman was pretty. She had shoulder length, blonde hair, cute, girl next door like features and with a hint of tomboyish charm in there. She was definitely older than Randall had ever been, looking to be in at least mid 20s. Even though her body was of course mostly covered by the green hospital bed sheets, you could tell she was also huge too, as in built. Throwing you off guard.
She wasn’t large and as built as say most competitive male bodybuilders but definitely much bigger than you or Randall ever were. Definitely not what you were expecting when the doctors told you that Randall was transplanted into the body of some girl.
Even lying down you could tell that her body was one that was chiseled with muscle. Clearly being able to tell even under her sheets. Her broad shoulders and defined biceps poking through. Her arms being at least double yours, not that you were the biggest guy around or even very fit at all. Frankly you and Randall had more interest in video games then the gym, only really mentioning it as a half ass method of impressing the girls at your school. Though you and your friends have rarely followed through with it. That was not even mentioning her chest. Being definitely wider than yours and with two mounds attached to it.
Noticing your shock. Dr Saunders takes a deep breath before beginning to inform you. Her full name apparently being Cassandra Anotonia Rousseau, or "Cassie” for short. Twenty-six years old, French-Canadian, single (as far as they could tell), and was currently renting an apartment in the center of town. Pausing suddenly when the subject of what exactly it was she did for a living began to crop up. Looking more than a little flustered at how exactly to proceed. "Now how best to put this?" he said.
"Well," he began, "it seems that Cassie was very much into the whole fitness scene."
This leading you to wonder what the hell he was talking about. ... Fitness scene? Was she a gym instructor or something?
"Oh for Goodness sake, Saunders!" Kerry suddenly snapped. "Just spit it out will you!" Turning towards you then and saying, "She was a bodybuilder, Tim." Not even sugarcoating it in the slightest. "And her physique is imposing to say the least. Quite imposing."
Holy shit! you thought. "A... A bodybuilder? You're... You're kidding me?" Randall was now not only female, but a female bodybuilder too? No. No. It can't be. Female bodybuilders were all weird and gross, he couldn't be one of those!
He continued, "She was involved in the same car accident as you and your family, two cars back. The driver in front suddenly hit the brakes, causing Ms. Rousseau's car to collide directly into the rear of his vehicle. This impact resulted in a head injury as her head struck the steering wheel, tragically leading to a brain aneurysm. Regrettably, by the time she reached the hospital, it was too late for her. However, this unfortunate situation had an unexpected silver lining for your friend. Due to the specific nature of her injuries, she became an ideal candidate for the transplant procedure. Remarkably, apart from a small section of her brain, the rest of her body remained in perfect working order."
Apparently he was perfectly fine though. The transplant had been a complete success and he was well on his way to making a full recovery when he woke up. This being good news you supposed, yet it still couldn't take away from the idea that your friend was now some muscled up, blonde barbie.
Then of course there was the matter of what was going to happen to him now. There was no way he could just return to the same life he'd had before. That he could continue going to school looking like that. It appearing that the doctors already had other plans.
"Listen, son, this might not be the best time right now, but Dr. Kerry and I have been talking this over," Dr. Saunders said, looking down at you now with a very serious, no-nonsense expression on his stern, gray face. "This situation...what's happened to your friend, well we really do think it would be best for everyone if nobody else found out about any of this." Explaining to you then that although they had saved Randall's life, the procedure they had used to do so hadn't been in the strictest sense 'legal', and if anyone found out it would make things very messy for everyone involved. Not to mention the fact that the media would be all over your friend 24/7. He wouldn't be given a moments peace and would no doubt be paraded around on television like some sort of freak. Not wanting this for him at all.
"That is why," he continued, "when he wakes up, we're going to request that he keep things quiet and go on living his life as if he were actually Ms. Rousseau, and we'd like you to do the same."
"Wait,...what?" you asked, not entirely sure you'd heard him right, "You want me to what? ...Pretend like my friend is actually some body building girl? Some chick who I don't even know? You've got to be kidding me!"
"It's not that we want you to pretend you don't know each other, Timothy," Kerry replied, "We just want everyone else not involved with this procedure to think that Randall died in the accident and that Ms. Rousseau simply had a little bit of head trauma and had to be kept in the hospital for a few days. You and your family will still know the truth as will Randall."
"What about his parents?"
"We can inform them, if he wants us to, but nobody else can know. He'll have to take up her identity completely and you'll have to play along, at least in public."
"The rest of your family have already agreed to this and signed a non-disclosure agreement," Saunders informed you then, holding out the clipboard in his hand and giving it a quick tap with his finger. This coming as a huge shock to you. Not quite believing your family could decide something like that so quickly. This being your friend's entire life they were talking about here. How could they make a decision like that without even discussing it with you or with Randall? Even if deep down you knew that they were right and this was purely in your friend's best interest. But still, you couldn't help but feel like this was a betrayal somehow, a betrayal of his very identity, to pretend he'd simply died.
As Dr. Saunders droned on about legal paperwork, your attention drifted back to your peacefully sleeping friend. He lay there, completely unaware of the chaos that had unfolded. It all felt so profoundly wrong, so surreal. You knew you needed to be strong for him, to continue being the friend you'd been since kindergarten. But what on earth could you say to him? You couldn't shake the feeling that things had changed irreversibly for both of you.
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