The following morning, I find Randy in bed with Alexandra. I’m so pleased for him, as I’m thrilled. They go on to put their clothes on. Once
they do, Randy goes up to hug me as he kisses me on the cheek.
I say to him, “Hey you guys! So glad to see you here! I talked to Hugh, and he granted us a stay here. He’s been real cool about the situation.”
Randy said excitingly, “That’s super awesome! Alexandra and I have just been hanging out, sleeping, and making love for the past half a day or
so. It’s been great!”
Alexandra replied happily, “I know! And my boyfriend’s the best! I just love his cock, and beautiful hunky ass! I know I love sucking his cock
more than anyone else I know!”
I said, “Wow! Did not need to know that, but I’m glad you guys are so happy! Let’s go eat breakfast.”
They both said, “Okay!”
Once they are in the house, Hugh is already up, and making eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I get there, and I already see orange juice on the
table, as I pour myself a glass. The food is delicious. It’s so gourmet that it is awesome.
Hugh asked me, “How were the eggs?”
I replied, “They were delicious.”
He said, “Awesome. I’m going to work, so talk to you later.”
He kissed Alexandra on the cheek as he left.
Alexandra then said, “Well, Randy, I’ve set a meeting for you this morning. Anyways, I’ll be in the house, boys, so feel free to do whatever you
need to do.”
When Randy and I went to the car, he said to me, “So Josh, Alexandra helped set me up an appointment with a gender therapist, so that she can
help me fully transition! Isn’t that great? She’s agreed to pay for top and bottom surgery, everything!”
I reply half-heartedly, “Hooray! I am so enthused.”
Randy then frowns. He asks, “Was that sarcastic?”
I lie, “Nope.”
I then say, “I’m sorry, yes.”
Randy asks, “Why? I’ll still be the same me. I’m torn on whether to get T, or whether to go through a natural transition. You’ll miss the boobs,
won’t you?”
I say, “Yep.”
Randy replies, “Well, I want to go through the operation, so that I don’t have the dysphoria with my body. Also, if those mafia guys look at my
body and see I’m fully male, they won’t try weird stuff with me. Once this whole mafia situation is over, and once I go for both surgeries, I can
always get the boobs back, as long as I convince them that I want really both surgeries.”
I say, “That sounds good. You’re really on top of things, Randy. If you were to have boobs, and a clit-dick, that really would be the best of
both worlds.”
Randy laughs and then says pleadingly, “I know. But please call my junk a dick, please?”
I say, “Okay. You’re already the best friend I’ve always wanted to have.”
Randy kisses me on the lips as we kiss together.
He says to me as he brofists me, “Love triangle for life, bro. It’ll be great. As a man, I can marry Alexandra, and then we’ll stay in the same
house together with you. That’ll be awesome. I’ll get a tux, a man tux and everything. It’ll be so great.”
I say, “I agree. I must say, I strangely like you better in a tux than a dress.”
Randy laughs and says, “Me, too.”
We then promptly drive to lunch and to the grocery store before heading back to the beach house.