This choice: Your new situation is incredibly strange for you. • Go Back...Chapter #6Your new situation is incredibly strange for you. by: Wassel   The next few days were incredibly strange. Randall and you weren't quite sure how to handle your new circumstances - so you both fell into your normal routine. You didn't have to show up for school until next week, so you stayed in playing Xbox and watching movies. Randall lounged around in some of your mom's t-shirts and sweat pants, clearly not wanting to deal with certain aspects of his transformation. Your sure he had examined his new body - he took some very long showers - but you avoiding saying anything about it. It was kind of disturbing to think about your best friend in your mom's body, you tried to ignore it and pretend that things were still the same.
That didn't last long, though. Your mom never looked so disheveled, nor did she sit on the floor playing Xbox, kicking your ass in Call of Duty. Every time Randall cursed or joked in his usual way, it drove home that he was no longer simply your close friend. You found yourself missing the simple things about your mom - her smile, her gentle personality, her home cooked meals. You were getting tired of pizza and Chinese delivery.
Monday arrived and you returned to school. Fortunately for Randall your mom didn't work, though she did volunteer with a number of community and charitable organizations, so he would eventually need to deal with those aspects of her life. The two of you hadn't talked too much about - him assuming your mom's identity and life. But Randall was pretty familiar with most of that, having been practically a part of your family for several years now.
You hoped that getting back into the routine at school would distract you from thinking about the loss of your mom. But the death of Randall was the talk of the school, and you felt strange at everyone consoling you. At first it was hard but you eventually found a way to manage to appear appropriately bereaved. You just told yourself that you had in effect lost your best friend - never again would the two of you go out to party, pick up girls or just hang around the mall. You still had him as part of your life but obviously your relationship couldn't be the same.
You were still dealing with those confusing thoughts and emotions when you got home. So you completely shocked to walk in to see Randall looking exactly like your mom bidding goodbye to her best friend Rebecca.
"Hi Tim!" Rebecca said as she passed you. "I'm glad you and Jenny are recovering." She paused and said in a quieter voice "but keep an eye on her. She doesn't really seem herself. She wasn't kidding when she said she was still 'off' from the accident."
You nodded slowly. "Uh, I will, Ms. Wiliford," you stumbled, trying to figure out what to say. "She...her memory is a little screwy right now, but the doctor said she'll be fine."
Rebecca smiled at you. "You're a good son, Tim. I know you'll take care of her." Turning back to Randall, she called out "bye, Jen! See you tomorrow." Then she headed off.
You slowly approached the door, staring at Randall in disbelief. Unlike the person you'd been with the for last few days, this DID seem like your mom. Her hair was carefully styled and she had on her typical makeup and jewelry. And rather than sweatpants, she wore a blue blouse and a beige skirt. You looked down amazed to see her wearing tan hose and 2 inch heels. You lifted your gaze back to your mom's face. She rolled her eyes and jerked her head to motion you inside.
Trance like, you follow her through the door. "Mom?" you asked questioningly. She started giggling, then broke into huge guffaw - one that sounded very weird coming from your mother, but that was perfectly normal for Randall. "You should have seen your face, goofball!" he teased. "I thought you were going to have a heart attack."
You got a grip on yourself. "Randall, what the hell is going on?" you asked.
He plopped down on the sofa and extended his legs, resting his feet on the coffee table. You couldn't quite process the image of your mom sitting like that - it reinforced that this was definitely NOT your mom. But ironically the tone of voice sounded just like her when Randall commanded "Sit, Tim!"
You numbly sat down in the chair across from him.
He sighed. "So I was just laying around this morning, trying not to think too much about all this, when Rebecca just showed up. Said she'd been worried about me, wondered why I hadn't called her when I got out of the hospital." He chuckled. "Wanted to know what had happened to me, said I looked like shit. I gave her the story about the wreck and the brain injury, so she got all sisterly or something. Hovered over me all day. Said I needed to get out and do stuff, that it would do me good. First thing I know, she's got me into these clothes, 'helps' me put some makeup on, and drags me out to get my hair done. Then we got some lunch and went shopping and," he said in an aside, "God, Tim, Rebecca has got a pretty nice bod for her age. You should see her in a changing room. Man, I started to get so wet watching her - had to go to the restroom and get off. Let me tell you, that is MUCH better as a chick..."
You flinched at that. "Dude!" you shouted, "I don't need to hear that from my 'mom'."
He looked chagrined. "Oh, yeah...uh, sorry. I wasn't thinking..." He cleared his throat and continued. "Anyway, she hung around all afternoon, chatting and gossiping. Got to say, I'm getting a better handle on what it means to be your mom. Learning on the job, so to speak."
He trailed off and you just continued to stare silently. Finally he said, "Tim, man, you're starting to freak me out."
"Sorry," you apologized, "it's just that...well, for the first time you really look like my mom. It's weird - gonna take me awhile to get used to all this."
"You?" he said, "I don't know if I'll ever get used to it. But whatcha gonna do. Got to play the hand I'm dealt."
He took a deep breath. "But screw that. I'm not gonna let that crap get me down. Becky and I are going out again in the morning."
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