\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
Related Stories:
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1974478-The-Transplant/cid/2170125-Randall-as-Zoe-Reynolds-your-friend-Danny
Item Icon
by Wassel Author IconMail Icon
Rated: GC · Interactive · Adult · #1974478

Experimental brain transplant surgery saves either your life, or someone very close.

This choice: Randall as Zoe Reynolds, your friend, Danny's sister.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #16

Randall as Zoe Reynolds, your friend, Danny'...

    by: Wassel Author IconMail Icon
After returning home, it didn't take long at all for things to go back to normal. A few bumps and bruises being the only real evidence of the crash. And, apart from your father still grumbling about having to get another car, after a few days it had pretty much been forgotten. As if it hadn't even happened in the first place.

Well, almost..

"...So then I told Eric Shelby that your mom's car totally flipped and started rolling down the street," Randall recounted three days later, while the two of you were playing COD (Eric Shelby being one of the biggest gossips around). "Then we all had to climb out of the windows just as another truck came careening towards us. ...A gasoline truck. Barely making it out of the way before... KA-BOOM! The thing exploded." Throwing his arms wide for dramatic effect.

"Seriously?" you asked skeptically. "...And he actually bought that?"

"Well... probably not," your friend admitted with a chuckle. "Not the last bit at least. But you've got to embellish these things somewhat, otherwise it's just a boring 'we got hit by a truck and everyone was fine' type of story. " Adding that, "In my version of events, I had to single handedly pull everyone out of the way while you just sat there on the sidewalk pissing yourself like a little baby."

"Ha, ha. Very funny," you told him. "If in anything, you'd be sitting right there with me, pissing yourself too."

"No way!" he boasted. "I'm a fucking rock under pressure."

"Rock, my ass! Remember that time Daryl McKenzie squared up to you after calling him a asswipe?" you reminded your rather delusional friend. Randall hardly being the John McClane type he was painting himself out to be. "You couldn't have gotten out of there fast enough!"

"That's different," he laughed. "He was REALLY pissed!"

He certainly had been. Laughing at just how funny it had been watching your gangly friend getting chased around the basketball court by Daryl for a good five minutes before Coach Mullins inevitably broke it up. Randall looking as if he was about to have a heart attack once it was over. The two of you hardly being the macho, ass-kicking type. At least not in real life. Video games... well, that was a slightly different story. Having spent the last few hours hidden away inside your bedroom, rather than outside enjoying what remained of your summer. Like your little brother and sister were currently doing. David having gone to the skate-park with his friends, while Tabitha was at the mall. Even your mother's best efforts not being able to move you. Seeing how this was exactly how you wanted to spend your time.

"Oh... By the way, I totally forgot to tell you. Have you spoken to Danny yet?" he asked you then. Seemingly having remembered something of importance.

"Danny? Nope. Not since last week. Why?" Danny of course being one of your other friends at school. Along with Chris and Sean. The oldest and smartest member of your group and the one who'd actually had the most luck out of you all with girls. Hooking up once or twice at the odd party.

"Well I was speaking to him yesterday," Randall continued, "cause he still won't give me back my copy of Halo 5 (a point of contention between them), and it turns out that his big sister was in the crash as well."

"No way. Seriously? How... How didn't we hear about it?" Imaging that someone would have said something.

"I dunno," he shrugged. "She was a few cars back so I don't think she was really hurt or anything. Just a bump on the head Danny said."

"Wow. Well there you go," you said with a chuckle. "Small world." Glad that she was alright, even though you didn't really know her all that well. Having only bumped into her occasionally, when she'd been picking up Danny from school or you'd seen her and her friends at the mall. Being a full five years older than you, so naturally you didn't really hang in the same social circles. And Danny almost never invited any of you back to his house.

"Shame we never got to see her at the hospital though. We could have compared scars." Your best friends tone becoming slightly more lascivious as you watched him grin. This obviously being a euphemism for something else.

Not that you immediately took it this way. Proclaiming, "Dude, you don't have any scars."

"Yes, I do," he told you. Turning then and pointing to the back of his head. "I've got a small one here. See." Lifting up his hair to expose the tiniest of little marks. Obviously a result of the crash.

"Oh yeah," you said. Immediately taking this back. Before returning to the subject at hand and asking, "Anyway, why would you wanna 'compare scars' with Danny's sister? She's not exactly hot or anything." Not in the conventional sense anyway. Possessing medium length, light brown hair, green eyes and a face that, while it wasn't quite mannish, was definitely verging on it. Square in shape and fleshy, with a slightly upturned nose and hooded green eyes that made it kind of look like she was squinting. Not being out and out ugly per say, but she definitely wasn't winning any beauty pageants that was for sure.

Randall however seemed slightly aghast at this suggestion. Responding rather vehemently, "Not hot? Tim, what have you been smoking? I'll grant you that she doesn't exactly have the prettiest face or anything..." Agreeing with you here, while also making a little dig of his own at your friend, "Takes after Danny in that respect... But have you seen her body? She's got to be like a 10 our of 10 under her clothes! Why'd you think he never wants us going over to his? So we don't spent the whole time staring at his sister's huge tits and awesome legs. Seriously, she's hot as fuck from the neck down!"

Well, when he put it like that, you guess you couldn't really argue. It being true that while her face wasn't really much at all to look at, Danny's sister, Zoe, definitely had it going on down below. Being slim with huge big boobs that looked much too large for her 5' 7" frame. Constantly pushing out prominently from whatever top she was wearing. While her hips were wide and curvy and her butt tight. Her legs meanwhile being something that she clearly liked to show off in the little shorts or skirts you'd often seen her wear. Possessing thick thighs that tapered down into a pair of long, incredibly toned and muscular, swimmer style legs. A body that wouldn't look out of place in porn, and quite the contrast to what lay above.

"You've got a point there," you chuckled. "Though don't let Danny hear you say that. Remember what happened the last time..." Danny having gotten pretty riled up over some of the more choice comments Randall had made about her a few months back. Clearly not liking other people talking that way about his sister. Which you could totally understand.

"Ah, screw him!" Randall retorted. "He'd be saying the exact same thing if they weren't related." The two of them having always had somewhat of a rivalry from the moment they'd first met. Each liking to think that themselves top dog of your little group.

The conversation soon turning away from Danny's sister and onto other things. Other people that Randall had seemingly told his exaggerated version of events to and their reactions. As well as his continuing plans to use said accident to actually get into Lisa Phillips' pants when school started up again in just over a weeks time (his crush and one of the hottest girls in your year). Still deluding himself that this was actually a possibility. Even though girls like Lisa went for Jocks and guys with big muscles, not skinny guys like you. Figuring that he might actually have a better chance with Danny's sister than he did with her. Seeing how Lisa was a total babe all over.

"Speaking of Danny..." Randall said, almost an hour and a half later, once the conversation had finally worked its way back round to him. "...I've got a half mind just to head over to his house and demand that he give me my game back. He's been holding onto it for months. Keeps telling me he lost it or some shit, but I know that ain't true." Making the decision then, "In fact..."

You have the following choices:

1. "...I think I'm gonna go see him tomorrow."

*Pen*
2. "...Why don't you do it? He may actually give it to you."

*Pen* indicates the next chapter needs to be written.
Members who added to this interactive
story also contributed to these:

<<-- Previous · Outline  Open in new Window. · Recent Additions

© Copyright 2025 Wassel (UN: wassel29 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Wassel has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1974478-The-Transplant/cid/2170125-Randall-as-Zoe-Reynolds-your-friend-Danny