This choice: Your dad picks you up the next day. • Go Back...Chapter #5Your dad picks you up the next day. by: Wassel   The following day, after you were given the final all clear from Dr. Kerry and Dr. Saunders, your father arrived to pick you up. Bringing with him some clothes for you to wear. Seeing as you'd apparently been dressed in the same ugly green gown for the last four months.
Once dressed and on your feet (having spent most of the previous day getting used to walking around again), you had the rather unpleasant task of signing the various bits of paperwork promising to keep the transplant and the fact that your best friend was now in fact your mom exclusively between you and the doctors. Meaning that you would have to refer to him as "Mom" in public and pretend like he had actually died in the crash instead of your mom. As unpleasant as it was to do, feeling a lot like you were betraying both your friend and your mother's memory, you knew it was for the best. Not being able to imagine how horrible it would be for you all if any of this actually got out.
After that was taken care of, and after both Kerry and your father (who had been dealing with it a hell of a lot longer than you had) once again assured you it was for the best, you said your goodbyes to the doctors and headed on your way. Their parting words to you being to "rest up when you get back home". It being at least a week or so until you'd be heading back to school with your siblings.
Speaking of which, on the journey home, your father filled you in on how they'd been getting on and how glad they'd be to have you back. Though you did still find it difficult to grasp the idea that they were both fine with having Randall living with you as your mother. Mind you, they'd had four months to get used to it. I've only had one day. Both David and Tabitha presumably feeling a lot like you did at first. It was good you supposed that they got on so well... or at least tolerated each other. Randall having taken great pleasure in teasing them both in the past. At least he'd had someone to talk to while you were out of action, even if it was presumably all video games with your little brother, and trying to work out which of her friends had a crush on him with your little sister, as it had always been in the past. Though, according to your father and to the doctors before you left, this might not have been the case. Randall having actually picked up a few things in the last few months from your mother. Something to do with still having about 95% of her brain. Her subconscious having seeped its way into his, which made pretending to be her a heck of a whole lot easier.
"You really wouldn't believe it, son," your father smiled, as you pulled into your street. "Sometimes it's like he's a completely different person. Outside, anyway. He's still the same old Randall deep down, but the way he's picked up on little things of your mother's, and being able to adopt to her lifestyle so easily, it's... well it's actually quite incredible."
"Sounds it," you replied. Feeling rather nervous now as you approached your drive. Hoping that you did indeed still find your friend inside and not some weird amalgam that you could no longer even recognize.
"So, uh... what about... what about the other part?" you then asked. There being another aspect to Randall becoming your mom you hadn't really talked about. That being the fact that he was now no longer a 16 year old boy, but instead a fully grown, adult woman. "How's he getting to grips with being a... you know... a girl?"
Stuttering for a brief moment, as if not entirely sure how to answer this, your father said, "Well I... I mean, I think he's doing okay with it all. Tabitha showed him some of the basics when he first got out of hospital..." Ouch, you couldn't even begin to imagine how awkward that must have been. Randall getting lessons on periods and tampons by a girl three years his junior. His best friends little sister at that. "...but it seems like it's all just second nature to him now."
Second nature... you repeated to yourself. Still having a hard time believing all this. Sure, Randall was obsessed with girls and getting inside their panties, but your seriously doubted that even he would want to experience first hand all the messy and unpleasant aspects that came with a vagina. Your mom's vagina. Eww, God, you mentally shivered at the mental picture of your best friend actually being in possession of your mother's vagina. It being too creepy for words and not something you really wanted to dwell on.
Your father meanwhile, looked slightly uncomfortable still and awkwardly cleared his throat. "Anyway we're here now, so you'll be able to see for yourself."
"Yeah. I guess I will."
Parking the car in the drive, your father assisted you in getting out (still being rather stiff when you sat for prolonged periods of time), and you were soon greeted by your little brother and sister, who raced out the front door to greet you. Throwing there arms round you as they did.
"It's good to see you guys too," you smiled, as your father told them to give you some space. Having never before received such a warm welcome from your siblings. Mind you, you'd never been in a coma before.
As David helped your dad get your things out of the trunk, and Tabitha told you how glad she was to have you back, you couldn't help but notice one person was absent from this scene. Randall. Asking them where he was.
"He's in the kitchen," Tabitha told you. "Said he didn't want to crowd you. Thought it might be weird, him coming out here with the rest of us. Seeing how you haven't seen him like... well, like that yet."
"Like Mom, you mean?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"It's probably a good idea," your father chimed in. Having clearly been listening. "We might all be used to seeing him as he is now, but it's still going to be quite a shock for you, son. We don't want to rush it."
You didn't doubt that. Somewhat dreading it now in fact. Not being entirely sure what exactly to expect. Would you see Randall in there, or simply your mother? Would he still even be the same best friend you knew?
"Do you want me to come in with you?"
"No. It's cool," you said. Staring into the open front door. Aware that he was in there waiting for you. "I think it's probably best I go see him alone. Get it over with." Pretty sure that it was going to be strange and awkward enough without your dad being there, making it even more so.
"Alright. Well we'll give you some space for a while," he replied. Telling your brother and sister then to help him upstairs with your things, as the four of you walked through the door and into the hallway. Giving you a few last parting words before heading up the stairs. "Remember, he's still the same person underneath. He's still just Randall."
Alone now. In more familiar surroundings, you took a deep breath and repeated this inside your head. He's still just Randall. He's still just Randall. Mentally preparing yourself for what was to come. Making your way then towards the kitchen door and very gingerly stepping inside. Spotting there at the sink, a very familiar figure with her back to you, in a flowery green house dress, scrubbing away at some dishes...
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