This choice: The next morning, you awake to find Randall sitting by your bed. • Go Back...Chapter #7The next morning, you awake to find Randall sit... by: Wassel   Waking the following morning, you found a figure sitting by your bed, quietly flicking through a magazine. You first though was that it was perhaps Alison or your mother, but as your eyes began to focus and you lifted your still half asleep head from off your pillow, you saw that this was not the case. This woman was older than your girlfriend and much younger than your mom, with an incredibly beautiful, soft face and long dark, reddish brown locks, pulled tightly back in a ponytail. She was also clothed in a green hospital gown, indicating that rather than being a visitor come to see you, she was another patient.
"Well it's about damn time," the woman said, turning to look at you, "I've been sitting here for like half an hour waiting for your sorry ass to wake up." That's when you realized who it was. It was Miss Card...or more accurately, it was Randall.
"Randall! Holy shit, it's you!" you yelped, pulling yourself quickly up, rather shocked to see him sitting casually, the last time having seen him things had been the other way round.
"Yeah kind of," he half chuckled in response, gazing down at himself for a second then looking back up at you, clearly somewhat amused by your reaction. "Sorry, dude, didn't mean to freak you out or anything. I just got so bored laying in bed by myself. Thought I'd go see what my best friend was up to."
"Wow...I'm uh, I'm..." you stuttered, not quite sure what to do or say, the image of Miss Card before you, talking to you in her very familiar soft and soothing tone, but with Randall's words and distinctive manner coming out, causing very conflicting emotions inside your head, having not had the proper time to prepare for such a surreal interaction."...You...you're awake!"
Randall thankfully, appeared a lot calmer than you, and explained, almost flippantly, "Yep. I woke up a couple of hours ago, which was quite a shock I can tell you. Finding out that all this had happened," indicating again towards his very obviously female body.
Realizing that you had to hold it together, remembering how you'd promised to be strong for your friend, and finding that now that you were facing him, it was quite the reverse of what you had imagined (with you freaking out and him being all calm and collected ), you tried to relax yourself and instead asked, "How...how are you doing with it? Are you okay?", needing to be sure that your friend was alright.
"I think so," he replied, giving a little shrug, having obviously been asked this many times before and not being exactly sure how to answer it yet, "I mean it is pretty fucking weird waking up to find that your body is dead and your brain has been transplanted inside your History teacher. Talk about a total mind fuck! I certainly wasn't expecting that."
"No. I don't think any of us were."
"On the plus side, I am alive I guess. Even if I am stuck like this," he added, your teacher's voice suddenly taking a much more somber tone, "There could have been worse outcomes...way worse outcomes."
"Yeah..." you replied, well aware of what he was meaning, finding the thought kind of sobering yourself, especially after hearing what had happened to Miss Card. Quickly changing the subject, aware that there was loads for the two of you to discuss, what Saunder's and your parents had told you about declaring Randall legally dead being the most prominent, you then inquired, "Have you spoken to the doctors yet? Have they told you about..."
"About me having to take on Miss Card's identity?" Randall interrupted, giving you your answer right there. "Yeah, I got all that chat from that guy Saunders. He was pretty adamant about it being a good idea."
"Shit, man. What are you going to do?"
"Well I don't think there is much I can do. Everybody already thinks I'm dead it seems, and I doubt anyone is gonna accept me as Randall Davis looking like this. It may be freaking strange as hell, but I guess I'm just gonna have to try being Miss Card...for the time being at least." Hearing him say this, that he was actually going to go along with the deception, immediately brought back feelings you'd had when your parents had first told you, thinking how unfair this all was that Randall had been backed into this position (even if there really was no better option) and you wished there was something you could do or say to make it better.
There wasn't however, and all you could say in response was, "I'm so sorry this had to happen to you, dude, and to Miss Card," not wanting him to think that you'd just written off your best friend so easily, and again feeling anger towards the hand that fate had dealt him, "It's really messed up!"
"You're telling me." Clearly he was thinking the exact same thing that you were, but was outwardly not trying to show it. Admittedly though, all things considered, he did seem to be taking this whole thing pretty well (far better than you would have, you imagined), Randall having always had something of a positive outlook on life, even if things didn't exactly always go his way.
Echoing this thought, your friend then continued, "It it extremely messed up what happened, but I guess if I don't try and look on the bright side then I'm gonna go completely nuts. I mean it's not like my life was all that amazing as it was. School sucked. Living with my bitch of a step mom sucked. And not being able to catch a break in the girlfriend department sucked even worse. At least like this I won't have to go to school anymore..." Pausing and letting out a soft little chuckle as he realized what he was saying, "Well not as a student anyway," before going onto explain all the benefits that being Miss Card would bring. "I'll have my own place, my own car, my own cash. I won't have anyone telling me what to do or grounding me all the time. Plus being a chick and having Miss Card's smoking hot body has a few perks of it's own."
Laughing a little at this, his face breaking into a somewhat mischievous grin as his gaze moved downwards again, you followed it's path with your own eyes till you came across the two extremely large mounds pushing out from beneath his hospital gown, letting out a nervous little chuckle yourself as you stared at Miss Card's breasts. "Heh, yeah," you half-sort-of-laughed, finding the thought more than a little uncomfortable, having of course had many a fantasy in the past about your History teacher's big boobs and succulent ass yourself, but this situation with Randall inside her body making things seem much weirder and way more different.
Pulling your eyes away again, feeling a little awkward for staring, you then moved the conversation on again, clearing your throat and asking, "Do your parents know? What did they say?"
Randall's expression shifted after you said this, and his voice became a lot more serious; run ins with his parents usually never ending well. "You can probably guess," he said, indicating that he indeed had and that this one had been no different from the others. "My dad and Alice turned up not too long after I woke up, obviously pretty freaked. You can tell she thinks I'm some sort of abomination or some shit, but what else is new?" he told you, his stepmother being rather religious and there relationship strained at the best of times. "They agreed it was best if this whole thing was kept quiet too and my dad said he'd help me as much as he could get settled into Miss Card's life, but it's obvious even he's a little wary around me now. I think they really just want to stick me in Miss Card's apartment out of the way and pretty much forget I even exist. But that's cool with me. I really can't deal with Alice's shit right now with all this going on."
"I can imagine..." you replied, drifting off slightly as you stared at your beautiful teacher's face, it just being so damn strange that it was actually Randall in there and not her, a fact that made it all the harder to focus on this conversation. "Shit, dude, I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing what you were doing, and not wanting him to think that you were ogling him like some sort of freak, "It's just so weird seeing you like...like this, I can't imagine how hard it must be for you."
"Don't sweat it, dude. Everybody looks at me like that now, even the doctors," Randall chuckled, letting you off the hook, "I guess that's why it'll be good once everyone thinks I really am Miss Card...or Laura. I suppose I'm gonna have to get used to that name now. And yeah, I guess it is hard, being someone else, in a different body....not to mention a different freaking sex! Going from a guy to a chick is really freaky, and I'm sure it's gonna take me a hell of a long time to get used to it, if ever. I mean fuck dude," he proclaimed, practically jumping off his seat as he grabbed at the two massive mounds on his chest, "I've got fucking huge tits and a pussy now! It's fucking insane!"
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