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The night began to wind down and Tim reflected on how much he enjoyed being able to connect a little with his old life. It also felt pretty good to see the guys who used to pick on him now drool over him, and the girls who used to ignore him now be jealous of him. As he reapplied his lipstick for the third time that night, Randall spoke to him in the same awkward manner that he used when he had asked Tim to the prom in the first place.
“It’s good to know you aren’t dead, Tim, and I had a real good time tonight,” Randall was speaking as if he had rehearsed this, “I was wondering if you’d like to make this more official and be my girlfriend.”
Tim nearly choked. This evening just went from fun to awkward really fast. “I’m not sure that would be proper,” Tim knew that sounded really lame, but it was the first thing that came into his head, “I mean, I’m not even fully comfortable in this body yet. I’m not going to be dating anyone for a long time...even you. And this body is a college educated woman; to be dating a high schooler? It’ll arouse suspicion. You know my secret! People can’t find out.”
Randall smiled, “We’ve been hanging out all the time for a while now. As far as anyone watching us can tell, they probably already think we are dating. I haven’t seen a single one of those doctors you talk about come yell at you. And you’re right, I DO know your secret, and it would be a shame if anyone were to find out, because I can tell the world...”