Chapter #8Something else. by: Wassel   That had all happened almost three weeks ago now. And as crazy as it had seemed at the time, the entire thing had virtually been forgotten. Along with everything that the two doctors had told you. Your mother being very much herself. Completely fine, with no unusual side effects to speak of. This, along with the fact that she was completely in the dark about the whole brain transplant procedure, made you question whether it had happened at all. Whether the doctors had been playing some kind of trick on you. Or, in your drug addled state, you'd actually imagined the whole thing. Neither Kerry nor Saunders mentioning anything about it after. Instead, once you were both fit and well enough, you were discharged and headed for home. Which your mom for one was incredibly relieved about. What with her most pressing concern being what to do about the car. Praying that her insurance would be able to cover the cost of getting a new one. Due to the fact that (other than the occasional bit of work here and there) she didn't have a job. Having given up her previous career in order to raise you. And, after your father had ran off with some other woman and left you to fend for yourselves, she'd been surviving on alimony payments from the divorce. Which, along with the child support, had been more than enough to sustain you. At least until now.
Fortunately her insurance did indeed cover the cost of a new car and so she didn't have to go begging to him for a handout. Things instead going pretty much right back to the way they'd been before. Though you did manage to milk the car crash story for about a week and a half before your friends grew bored. Not finding it as dramatic as you tried to make out. Seeing how you only had a few bumps and bruises to show, and you obviously couldn't mention anything the doctors had said about your mom.
So instead life continued on and you spent what was left of your summer vacation playing video games, watching movies, messing around on your bike, and doing what every other horny 16 year old boy did; Perv on girls. Both online and in person. Finding the mall to be an especially good place to do this. Whether it be the super hot Fitness instructor at the gym, or the various girls from school who walked around in packs. All of them wearing much tighter, more revealing outfits than they'd ever be allowed to wear in class. All of whom, sadly, you had absolutely zero chance of getting with. Given that you were much, much lower down on the social hierarchy than they were.
"God... What do you think Brandi smells like down there?" your best friend, Randall asked, while the two of you ogled the head cheerleader and her friends from afar. Brandi, without a doubt, being one of the most popular, most attractive girls in school.
"Down there?" you asked. Seeking clarification.
"Yeah. Her pussy," he grinned. His eyes fixed on her short little skirt. "S'got to be like the greatest smell in the world." Musing then, "What I wouldn't give to get inside those panties..."
Your own eyes following his as you concurred, "Me too. I bet it's like whatever Angels smell of. Same with Lana." Who was her equally as hot and even bustier friend. Raven haired instead of blonde, and as dumb as a post.
"Definitely. I bet the two of them get dead freaky when they have sleepovers and shit. Rub their pussies together and suck on each other's tits."
This perverted little fantasy causing you to laugh. "In your dreams maybe. There's no way girls actually do that." As arousing an idea as it was.
"Well if they don't, they totally should," Randall said. "Fuck knows I would! If I was Brandi and you were Lana, I'd do all kinds of freaky shit. Just because I can." Your best friend having rather a vivid imagination when it came to sex. Not to mention that he was into way more messed up porn than you were. Your own interests being pretty basic. Being more than happy with a hot body and a pair of big boobs. Which the two cheerleaders you were currently perving on definitely had.
"I don't doubt that, dude," you once again chuckled. "Though personally, I'd much rather have a girlfriend than be a girl myself." Which as of yet you'd not been lucky enough to have.
"Well, with any luck that might change. Because your good buddy Randall has only gone and found us the perfect opportunity to hook up with some babes. ...Maybe even Lana and Brandi."
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Uhm... Remember how Eric Shelby told us that Bryce was having a party at his place tonight?" This being a conversation that had happened in school, three days earlier. Eric being the biggest gossip in your year and so knew absolutely everything that was going on. Even if it involved people that you had little to no association with. Which Bryce was definitely included in. Being one of the stars of the high school football team. Not weedy and nonathletic like the two of you.
Hence why it was such a big surprise when Randall told you, "Well, I've only gone and gotten us an in to go."
"No fucking way! You're shitting me!" Having a hard time believing that this was true. Parties not being the kind of thing you usually got to go to. Not ones with popular people at least.
Your best friend looking incredibly proud of himself as he shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Was talking with Sam yesterday and he said if we're able to get some booze, we can tag along with him. And my Uncle Dave just happened to come through. Got us a six pack of beer and a half bottle of vodka."
"He did?! Holy shit! That's... That's freaking awesome!" Thinking to yourself, Thank you, Uncle Dave! as the two of you celebrated this. Randall's cool uncle definitely being an outlier in his family. Seeing how his dad and step-mom were super religious and basically anti-fun. Never allowing him to do anything.
The two of you spending the next half hour celebrating this turn of events. Even after Brandi and Lana were long gone. Imagining that you would see them again tonight at Bryce's party. Them and a lot of other smoking hot chicks that you'd never normally get the chance to hang with too. If you were able to think up a good story to tell your mom that was. Knowing for a fact that she wouldn't be onboard. Given that she didn't know who Bryce was, and would also be firmly against the idea of you getting drunk (which was of course the plan). Your mom not being anywhere near as strict as Randall's parents, but she was still a parent, and under age drinking was very much be frowned upon. Which was why you decided to tell her that you were staying over at Randall's and having an Xbox marathon instead. An activity that she'd be slightly more happy with the two of you doing. Even if she was always encouraging you to get out of your rooms and do something more productive with your time. Chuckling to yourself after you and your best friend parted and you headed for home. This in a way being exactly that.
"A sleepover at Randall's?" she questioned, once you'd spun her this tale.
"Yeah. His dad and Alice said it was cool." Alice being his bitch of a step-mother. "We're gonna see if we can beat the new Dark Souls game in one sitting."
Your mother's response to which was, "That sounds like fun. And yes, of course. Of course you can sleepover. I think that's a great idea." Sounding much more cool and enthusiastic about it than you would have thought. Being fully prepared to have to beg her, or at least negotiate a little. Which was normally the case whenever you asked.
"You... You do?"
"Course. Why wouldn't I?" she smiled. "You've got to make the most of your summer, don't you? Before you head back to school." Adding then, almost under her breath, "...Not to mention that it frees up my evening as well."
"Frees up your evening? How'd you mean? Do you have plans?" Finding there to be something odd about the way she said this. Something slightly suspicious. Your mother having indeed been acting a little odd these past few days. Returning home with numerous bags of clothing after several shopping sprees, as well as appearing much more giddy and excited in general. Which you didn't quite understand. Having to assume that it was simply something that women went through at a certain point in life.
"Oh no. No. Of course not," she shook her blonde head. Nervously laughing, "Just means I don't have to worry about you all night. I can relax a little instead. Maybe put some TV on." Which wasn't really all that different from what she did any other time. Much to your confusion.
Still, you were happy that she was cool with this and had seemingly bought your lie. Texting Randall the good news and getting yourself ready to meet him later that evening. While at the same time you couldn't help but notice your mom checking her watch a few times. Appearing equally keen for you to leave. Which was weird, but again you thought nothing of it. Being much more jazzed about going to Bryce’s party than whatever it was that she was going to get up to. Whatever the hell middle aged women did for fun. Lounging around in her pajamas, watching terrible soap operas probably. This at least being what you'd observed in the past.
And so, dressing yourself up a little (but not too much that your mother would notice), you said your goodbyes and hurried off to meet Randall, who was similarly attired and carrying a backpack full of booze. His uncle having indeed come through.
"You ready to get fucked up and hopefully finger a few babes?" he asked you with a devilish smile.
Nodding in response, "Definitely." The first part at least. Though you really hoped that the second was on the cards too. With at least one babe.
"Alright then. Lets go meet up with Sam. He said he'd get us at the bus stop." Which was where the two of you immediately headed. Positively buzzing about what possibilities the night might bring. Going to your first proper, popular and not lame, party.
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