Friends are Family, Part 2 (Asian MILF & Hot Sister TG/RC/AP) (Patreon)

Finally, part two! There'll be a third part before the end of the month as well! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: When Tim learns that his lonely dad is making him move away from his beloved hometown in hopes of finding a family elsewhere, he makes a wish upon a strange stone that his best friends David and Matthew could always remain part of ‘his family.’ Soon, all three are shocked when the metaphor of the wish becomes literal and David and Matthew find themselves becoming Tim’s hot older sister Naomi and MILFy new Asian tiger mom Amy. Now all three must navigate their strange new relationships to one another.

First Part

Part Two: First Signs

Matthew woke up feeling a little off. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that his friend was leaving town for good that had him down, or the strange dreams he'd had while sleeping. The nineteen year old was still upset over the potential loss of one of his best friend’s. He’d always tried to take care of Tim. The kid had always been a bit shy, a bit withdrawn; understandable, given his depressed Dad and runaway Mom. It wasn’t fair that he was being taken away from Birch Haven. It was a good town.

The thought distanced itself a little as Matthew yawned and scratched his skin. Something was a little off about his body this morning, and he couldn’t quite explain it. He scratched his skin. It wasn’t quite itchy, more like it had been itchy, and now was restoring itself, but there was still a nice feeling when he scratched it in the aftermath. He yawned again softly, ran his tongue along his teeth, trying to discern what had changed.

He paused.

“Okay, that’s weird.”

He got out of bed, made his way to the bathroom. It was a small, shitty apartment, but he liked it anyway. It was all part of the ‘branching out’ experience as his folks had told him. Personally, he thought it was like being pushed straight out of home because they were sick of him always getting into trouble, but even if it was, it had been a blessing in disguise. Now he could tolerate catching up with his mother and father on his terms, and there weren’t any tense standoffs about his ‘future’ and how he needed to ‘take responsibility’ any more. He was plenty responsible, as far as he was concerned.

I’m even looking after my own health, because why else would I get out of bed this early on a day without work just to check out my damn teeth?

He looked into the mirror with bleary eyes, and had to do a double take. For a moment he thought it was just a trick of the light, his eyes adjusting to the early morning dimness. But then he kept on staring, and the effect did not go away.

“The fuck has happened to my skin?”

It had darkened, slightly. He had always been pale and freckled, with bright wild red hair to finish the effect. But now . . . now his skin was just shy of a light olive, and his freckles seemed to have faded somewhat, particularly around his cheeks.

“That’s impossible.”

He opened his mouth in shock, only to be greeted by another change.

My teeth! I don’t have a gap in my front teeth anymore.

This change was less unwelcome. Well, it should have been. Instead, it only made him more discomfited. His body had changed, seemingly overnight, and that fact terrified him. He’d always prized his ability to determine his own actions, never liking it when others bossed him around, even his folks, but now some . . . force had changed him without his consent, and he wasn’t even sure how.

The image of the wishing stone exploding over the lake the previous day flashed in his memory.

Oh God, it really was real.

He got out his phone and texted Tim and David. They needed to chat. Pronto.

***

David noticed his own changes a lot faster than Matthew. For one, he was always up earlier anyway. It was important to be up early in his household, both for his own survivalist interests but also to quickly have breakfast and get out of the house if his dad was drunk and raving and potentially violent. The eighteen year old had no desire to be anywhere near his old man if he had a bottle in his hand or, worse, didn’t have one, and couldn’t find one. For two, he had an acute awareness of his own body. Ever since the wiry young man had almost gotten frostbite thanks to one of Matthew’s ill-fated forays through the mountain forests bordering Birch Haven, he was paranoid about getting sick again.

And I do feel sick. Temperature hotter. Skin flushed. Vision slightly blurred. All bad signs. Possibly some sort of fever? Knew I shouldn’t have stayed by the lake too long in the chill. Rookie error. Not the kind of thinking a ranger has.

He quietly shifted to the mess that was the bathroom. It wasn’t his mess, of course, but he chose not to disturb it anyway. His father wouldn’t want to be woken by a racket. But his cautious movements came to an end when he caught his reflection in the mirror, and so that his eyes were the wrong colour. They had shifted from their bright, innocent blue to an almost grey-ish tone. The difference was striking. His hair also was a bit darker, now a dirty blonde instead of a sandy tone.

And my skin . . . it’s darker too. Some kind of hormone imbalance? But that wouldn’t explain the eyes. Or that I feel oddly energetic. I should be flagging in energy, particularly if I didn’t have proper serotonin release during sleep . . .

He stepped back, trying to see himself in a different light, still shocked at what he was witnessing and trying to puzzle it out.

Unfortunately, he stepped on a glass bottle and tripped over, causing about four other bottles to go skidding along the tile floor and crash against one another.

“What the FUCK!? David, was that you? I was FUCKING SLEEPING!”

David ran. He grabbed his ever-handy pack as he ran. He’d missed out on a shower, but he at least had rations in the bag, and he could try going to Mattew’s place, maybe. Something weird was going on, and it was making him nervous.

And that’s when he received a text from Matthew that only made things all the stranger.

***

To his credit, Tony made Tim breakfast. It wasn’t a common feature of their week, so Timothy got the feeling that this was his Dad’s way of trying to reach across the aisle and mend some wounds from their argument yesterday.

“Bacon and eggs,” he said with his half-grin, “a true classic.”

“Sure,” Tim replied. “Thanks Dad.”

He felt like refusing, but he was starving, and so he took the plate and a glass of orange juice and sat. It was a Sunday, so he had all the time in the world to stew on his anger after he filled up.

Maybe I can even have just a bit of time to not think about the fact that he’s literally tearing me away from my friends. My family.

Unfortunately, Tony had other ideas. He sat down awkwardly beside Tim and sighed deeply. “Look son, I know this is hard. I don’t want to cause you any misery, but -”

“Dad, I just don’t want to talk about this.”

“I know you don’t, Tim. But we have to. It’s been a long time since Amy left me - since your Mom left us - and that’s been a wound that’s been festering in me for a long time. I need a change of scenery, and I really think that both of us-”

“Dad, don’t pretend this is about us. This is about you.”

Tony’s face froze. “Maybe, son. Maybe. But I’ve been looking after you for a long while, prioritising your needs above my own. And I can’t do that anymore, Tim. I need . . . look, you light up my life. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, so don’t think I regret you one bit. But a man needs more out of life too. It’s just the way of things.”

Tim ate the bacon with the scrambled eggs.

Damn, this is good. I wish it wasn’t, so I had another thing to be angry about.

He was about to say something he was likely going to regret later when suddenly his phone buzzed. And then buzzed. And then buzzed.

“It’s Matthew,” he said. “Gotta answer this.”

“Can it wait?”

“Well, I don’t know how much more I’ll get to hang out with my friends, Dad, so no.”

He checked his messages, angling the phone for privacy.

And raised his eyebrows.

***

“Okay, yeah, you definitely look different.”

Matthew groaned and looked at David. “I told you!”

“I know,” David said, “I agree with you. We both have noticeably greater melanin in our skin tone.”

“Yeah, exactly. Except what the fuck does that actually mean, David?”

“It means you’re both . . . browner,” Tim said, marvelling at their appearance.

All three of them were at the old bike track not far from his Dad’s place. They had all, appropriately, biked there themselves, David fastest of all given how full of rage his dad had been. All three were flabbergasted at Matthew and David’s changes. Tim couldn’t stop staring at them.

“Dude, you’re making me feel weird,” Matt said.

“Sorry, but it’s definitely weird. Like a skin disease.”

“It has no markers of any skin disease I can find information on,” David said, flicking through a ranger manual. “And no hallmarks of any parasite, infection, or other kind of condition from the wild either. There’s no evidence of exhaustion or sickness accompanying rapid hormonal shifts, or any fever or surface injury. It also doesn’t account for the fact that our eye colour has darkened.

“Fuck, I didn’t even notice that,” Matthew groaned. “I was too busy focusing on the fact that my damn freckles are disappearing off the map and my tooth gap is gone!”

Tim took a deep breath. He racked his brain trying to think of what could have caused this - a reasonable explanation in particular. But nothing came to mind. All he could think about was that wishing stone, and how it had burst into vibrant colours after skipping impossibly into the middle of the lake.

“Maybe some new disease?” he suggested.

David nodded in potential agreement, but Matthew shook his head, making his opinion clear as he pushed his taller frame forwards in agitation.

“C’mon, guys. I don’t like to take charge-”

“Yes you do,” they both replied.

“Yeah, okay, but I’m good at it. And I’m taking point on this one, because you’re both ignoring the damn elephant in the room. Tim man, you made a wish, and the wishing stone exploded. We all saw it. And now the next day both of your best friends look weird? You can’t tell me this isn’t some magical craziness gone real.”

“Magic isn’t real,” David muttered.

“Tell that to my missing tooth gap, dude. What disease fixed that?”

David had no answer, and neither did Tim.

“Okay, let’s say my wish did change things - why are you changing like this?”

There was a long pause as the revelation dawned on them. It passed like a wave across the three of them, hitting David first, then bowling over Matthew, before finally colliding into Tim. None of them needed to say anything at first: they all knew what the other was thinking.

“Tim,” Matthew said, his voice almost too calm and inquisitive, “didn’t you wish, specifically, that we could be your family for life?”

Tim’s voice cracked as he spoke. “Um, yeah, Matt. I did.”

David swallowed. “Uh, guys, you don’t think that . . . I mean, it’s possible that we’re turning - I mean, it makes no scientific sense at all, and has no basis in any historical quantifiable data other than mythological folk tales - but just in case such tales are true, that we could, potentially, possible, maybe -”

Matt mussed his hair like he always did. Curiously, he stopped quickly, and pressed it down flat again. He couldn’t say why. “Just say it, nerd.”

“That we’re becoming actual blood relatives of you, Tim.”

Oh God, Tim though. It’s even worse when said out loud.

Tim nodded slowly. “I think that might be the case, yeah. I - I swear I didn’t intend for this! It wasn’t a literal wish.”

“Well, it sure was well worded,” Matthew said sarcastically.

“This is why you always write your wish down and proofread first,” David said.

Another silence reigned. The possibility of actually being turned into members of Tim’s family was too weird to consider.

“Does this mean, if we keep changing, that your mom gave birth to three kids?” David mused. “Or triplets? If our complexion is changing, then it makes sense.”

“Yeah, but then it means Amy had us at, like, twelve or something,” Matt added. He shook his head. “Wait, why the fuck are we even talking about this!? We shouldn’t even be considering this shit. We should be finding a way to wish us back.”

“If it is magical at all,” said a sceptical David.

“It’s magic. Gap tooth, remember?”

Tim waved his hands, trying to get his friends to calm down. Matt was particularly agitated, despite usually being the one most in control. But then that made sense: he’d always hated being out of control. He liked to be chaotic, so long as the chaos was his doing.

“Maybe we speak to my Dad?” Tim suggested.

“Dude, I am not showing my face to anyone right now.”

“Well, you work Matt, so you’ll have to. Look, my family’s got old roots in this town. Dad took up a lot of hobbies after Mom left him, and one of them was a lot of the history and folklore of the town. I never paid attention to it, but maybe he could tell us something about the wishing stone?”

The two changed young men exchanged a glance.

“Fine. Okay,” Matt said. “We go talk to your dad. Just him, though. And he better not freak out, either.”

***

Tony was clearly surprised when Tim returned with his friends.

“Tim!” he said, “I didn’t expect you to come back. You left a little . . . well, it’s good to see you Matt, David.”

The changed pair were momentarily stunned.

“Um, good to see you too, Mr Johnson,” Matthew said.

“Yeah, real good,” David said. “Sorry about looking a bit sick.”

Tony just shrugged. “You’re not sick, David. Maybe just a little shrimpy. Don’t worry, I was just like you at your age. You grow out of it. You’re looking good, Matt. How’s things?”

Matt was briefly wordless. Did he just say I’m ‘looking good’? And how is he not noticing anything? I’ve been around here loads of times!

“Um, yeah, going okay, I guess. Had some changes in my life recently that have me a bit concerned, though.”

“Any issues with the job?”

“No, just, you know, feeling a bit sunburnt, I suppose.”

“Well, you look the same to me, so you must have weathered it okay. Are you three coming in?”

Tim looked at his friend, then back to his Dad. How can he not notice? My Dad may be withdrawn and mopey, but he’s not blind!

“Yeah, we’re coming in. Is that alright, Dad? I know you want to separate us.”

“It’s not like that, Tim. And let’s not get into that now.”

He offered the door, and the three confused boys went on in. Still Tony didn’t notice a thing, though his gaze lingered for a while on Matt, making him uncomfortable.

“Does your dad just not remember what we look like?” Matthew hissed.

“He has to. You guys have been around for years, and you were over just the other day. He was super quiet that day, and I reckon it was because he knew we were going to move.”

“Maybe it’s the magic,” David suggested.

“I thought you didn’t believe in magic,” Matt hissed. “It was all science shit.”

“This is pushing it over the edge for me.”

“Anything I can do to help you boys?” Tony said.

“Uh, yeah,” Tim replied. “We were just chatting about all this folklore around Birch Haven. I figured, you know, since we’re leaving-”

“Tim . . .”

“No, it’s not me trying anything, Dad. I just figure if I have to leave, then it’d be good to know a bit about the lore of the town. Folk-lore, I mean. For us to all remember.”

Tony gave a curious look, but it quickly turned to a smile. “I can see David’s been a good influence, son. Sure, if you are interested. Any particular tale?”

“Wishing stones,” Matthew said hurriedly.

“Hmm, wishing stones. I’ve got some information down in the basement. That’s where I stored all of it. I might be able to dig it up. It’s been a while since I was into all that stuff, but if you’re truly interested . . .”

“We are,” Matt said.

“Yeah, really interested,” David added.

“Thanks, Dad,” Tim said, as if trying to direct his father downstairs.

His father grinned, shrugged, and went down to the basement to search while the three friends rested in the living room.

“We better get answers,” Matthew said.

“We will,” Tim said, trying to convince himself. We have to.

“Maybe this is the extent of the changes,” David said. “Or we simply change in our sleep. I’m still not entirely sure it was magic. I know I said before, but Mr Johnson is pretty myopic, like me. Though my glasses are a little funny today. Almost like . . .”

He took them off, and marvelled at what he saw. His sight was perfect. He didn’t need glasses. As he took this crazy fact in, Matthew felt drawn to something across the room. He couldn’t explain it, but the photo frame on a nearby bookshelf display was drawing him in. While David regaled Tim with his new, superior eyesight, Matt walked across the room and picked up the photo frame.

It’s Tim’s mother, Amy Liu. God, she’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this picture of her. She looks . . . happy. She didn’t look happy in any of the photos I saw of her.

She was pregnant in the photo also. But that didn’t make sense, because Tony was right beside her, holding a toddler in his arms. A toddler in a pink little outfit.

He stepped across the room and shoved the photo in Tim’s hands. The younger boy stared at it.

That’s impossible. “Where did you get this? It looks like my Mom but it can’t be her.”

“It was on display. It’s her, dude.”

“No way. Mom was only pregnant once, with me. And I’d know if Dad had a daughter.”

David took the photo, stared at it. Matthew joined him, and Tim got up to stare at it too. It was all wrong. It made no sense. And yet the two changed young men couldn’t help but stare deeply at the photo. It was like being pulled in.

That mother, Matthew thought.

That daughter, David thought.

There was a drawn out moment where all three continued to stare, awestruck. Then, suddenly, the world seemed to ripple. The fabric of reality itself seemed to shimmer, warping like a ripple upon a calm pond, and its colours shifted, a rainbow effect surging outwards. David and Matt clutched their heads, both staggering back.

“Ohhhhh,” Matt moaned. “S-something’s wrong!”

“I c-can feel it t-too!” David stammered, running his hands over his chest and waist.

“What’s happening!?” Tim cried. “Are you guys okay?”

He went to call for his Dad to help, but pulled to a stop when he saw what was happening.

Right before his eyes, his friends were changing.

To Be Continued . . .