This choice: Randall seems to have fully adapted to your mother's life. • Go Back...Chapter #6Randall seems to have fully adapted to your mot... by: Wassel   You stood there for almost a full minute, staring at her, until finally, she turned and noticed you. Watching as your mother's face lit up. Looking overjoyed to see you.
"Oh my God, Tim..." she said, in her soft motherly tone. Immediately dropping what she was doing and breaking into a wide, toothy grin. "You're... You're back!"
You didn't respond, and instead just continued to stand there, staring. Finding yourself, despite having been thinking of nothing else but this moment for the last how ever many hours, at a complete loss for words. Not knowing exactly what you were going to find when you walked through the kitchen door, but not expecting it to be quite like this. The woman in front of you now being in every sense, your mother. With her bright green eyes, gazing warmly towards you. Her soft and loving face wearing a big smile. Her nose, lips, mouth, body... Everything. Physically, this was the exact same woman you'd known and who'd raised you for the last 16 years. Thinking to yourself as you gazed at her that it couldn't possibly be anyone else.
This illusion was quickly shattered by the next two words to come out of her mouth however. Your mother taking a few steps forwards and proclaiming, "Holy shit, is it good to see you!" This most definitely not being the kind of language she would use. Instead it was the kind your best friend, Randall would. This, as impossible as it seemed, being him, not her that was now standing before you, looking every bit like your mom.
"Uh, yuh-yeah..." you stuttered, on realizing this. Finally finding your voice. "It's good to see you too."
"How are you feeling?" he asked. "Don said you were doing okay, but..."
Your mind lingered for a second on his use of 'Don', before quickly replying, "Yeah, I'm okay. You know... considering." Considering you were now talking to your best friend inside your dead mother's body.
"Yeah. Shit, I'm really sorry about your mom, dude. She was an awesome lady."
"She was, and thanks," you told him. Randall looking like he really meant it. Finding this subject rather difficult to talk about with him looking like that. Wearing her face as he gave his sympathies.
Very much picking up on this fact, his next apology came soon after. Telling you, "And I'm sorry about all this. It's got to be pretty fucked up seeing me like this. In her body. I can't imagine what you're feeling."
Neither could you admittedly, and you were the one feeling it. There being a strange sort of disconnect. It being as if she was both here, and at the same time not. Your brain having a lot of difficulty coming to terms with what it was actually seeing.
"I'm not gonna lie, it is kinda weird," you admitted. Trying to stay positive however. "The others got used to it though, so I guess I will too." Referring of course to David and Tabitha, and how they'd been acting outside. As if it was all perfectly normal (or at least a lot more normal than it seemed for you).
"Yeah, I guess."
"Anyway, how... how are you doing?" you asked. Turning the tables. "This can't be easy for you either."
Randall shook his head. "No. No it wasn't," he said. "Not at the start anyway. Felt like my whole world had collapsed in on itself. Suddenly being someone else. Having to live an entirely different life. Being a woman. All that stuff..."
"I'll bet." You couldn't even begin to imagine what it must be like.
His tone quickly changed however. Becoming a little more lighter as he smiled, "After a while though, I guess I got more used to it. Figured that in some ways, it was a lot better than my old life. I mean, I might be a 42 year old housewife and mother but at least I've got a proper family now. I don't have to put up with Alice and any of her bullshit anymore. Nor my dad kissing her ass all the time. Don't know if you heard, but they pretty much disowned me."
You had. Back at the hospital. "Yeah, my Dad mentioned something about that. That really sucks, dude."
"Screw 'em I say! I'm glad to get rid. Your mom and dad were better parents to me than they ever were anyways."
This you didn't doubt. But still... Being disowned like that was really tough. Especially at a time like this. "I suppose."
"I'm just sorry your mom had to die to get me out of their clutches," he told you. Looking rather guilty about this. "But I've been doing my best these past few months to make her proud. Hell, I've been cooking, cleaning and doing all kinds of shit I never even would have begun to know how to do before. Got all these like weird subconscious memories rattling around in my head that help out a lot with that. It's actually pretty cool."
"Sounds kind of weird." Not just the memory thing, but the actual thought of your best friend cooking and cleaning too. Being one of the messiest guys you knew. It being slightly unsettling then, the thought of him slipping so easily into your mother's shoes. Having imagined it to be much more awkward. Though I suppose, like everyone else, he has had 4 months to get used to it. Still having difficulty dealing with the fact that you had missed so much time.
"Well, I mean, it is a little," Randall agreed, "but its really got me through a lot of the difficult stuff. Helped me out around here. Helped me with dressing and acting like a woman. As well as helped to fool all your mom's friends. Rebecca, Caroline, Sheryl and all that... They totally think I'm her."
"Wow."
If you'd have thought anyone would be able to see through it, it would be your 'Auntie' Rebecca. Having known your mom for longer even than you had. Rebecca being your mom's best friend.
"I know. It's pretty amazing really," he again smiled. Looking actually rather proud.
Shit. He really is getting into this, you thought. He is actually okay being Mom. How can he be okay being Mom? Randall's cheerful acceptance of all this starting to make you feel rather uncomfortable indeed. It just not seeming right. He was your best friend for God sake. A porn and video game obsessed goof, who really couldn't be any different from your mother if he actually tried. He shouldn't be hanging out with her best friends, or even wearing a dress so casually as he was now. It being wrong on almost every level.
"Are you... Are you okay, dude?" he suddenly asked, after a brief pause. Your face clearly expressing all of this.
"Yeah. No. I'm fine," you told him. Looking then towards the door. "I just think I need to... You know, go upstairs and sort my stuff out." Needing to process all this for a while, before you went insane. Awkwardly chuckling, "My room must be a tip."
"Oh, don't worry about that," he said. Much to your dismay. "I tided everything for you while you were in the hospital. So your room's pretty much spotless now.... Or at least it should be. If David and Tabitha haven't been in it that is."
He was even tidying your room now... Like your real mother had done? What the fuck?
"Uh... Tha-thanks, I guess."
"No problem," he smiled. "Its basically what I do now."
"Anyway, I'd better head up there anyway. Make sure Dad and David aren't trashing the place."
"Oh, okay. Sure," he said. Finally twigging that you were trying to put some distance between the two of you. Your mother's face looking a little troubled for a moment, before he again forced a smile and told you, as you backed your way out the door, "Just let them know that dinner'll be ready in about a half hour. Hope you're okay with Lasagna."
"Yeah. Sure. Sounds good," you said. Turning then and heading back out into the hall. Shaking your head as you went over just how crazy that had been. Randall, minus the swearing and his overuse of the word 'dude', having completely and unashamedly taken over the role that used to belong to your mother. Something that, despite what your father had previously told you, you never actually live to see. It having almost been like talking to a completely different person. A foul mouthed version of your mom.
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