Friends are Family, Part 4 (Asian MILF & Hot Sister TG/RC/AP) (Patreon)

Shorter one today! It's that flu/cold season here where I live, and man has it bit me hard. This month's FaF chapters will be 2k apiece rather than the usual 3k.

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.

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Part Four: Role Over

They met by the old junkyard where they used to play when they were a few years younger. David and Matt were both really, really adamant that they not be seen - by anyone. The latter in particular was quite panicky in his texts, though hadn’t given anything away to the other two. David was a bit more on the nose with his texts:

‘Oh God you guys I’ve got boobs! I’VE GOT BOOOOOBS!!!!’

For the normally quite intelligent, obsessive young man, it was surprisingly emotive. Matthew’s part of the text had indicated he was typing something in response, but he quickly walked back on it. Whatever it was, he clearly preferred to show them in person. So Tim simply had to wait to find out what new changes had befallen his friends in the wake of the latest round of changes. He waited by himself, utterly nervous and feeling terrible. His friends had been the one to save him from his shy, introverted self years ago. They’d been his rock, the ones who had made this town a home for him. And now he might be able to stay . . . but at what cost?

The first bicycle rounded the tree-filled corner and headed over the dusty road towards Tim. The figure pedalled fast - impressively so - almost as if they were in a race. They pulled to a sudden stop across the dirt, kicking up more dust. David leapt off the bike in a very uncharacteristic way, standing with his legs astride in an almost heroic manner. He tore off his helmet, and a curtain of silky dark brown hair tumbled down to just below his chin.

“David? Holy shit, you -”

“I have breasts!” he declared, grabbing Tim by the shoulders. “Look! Actual breast development. The tissue has expanded considerably, though judging from the soreness it may not be completely finished yet. It’s really quite alarming.”

“You don’t sound alarmed,” Tim said, staring at his friend. Indeed, he had gone through more changes. He was taller again, nearly 5’9 by the looks of it, and had a more muscular build to boot. Still, his skin was even softer, and had darkened to the same olive tone that Tim had always possessed. His eyes were darker yet again, far from bright blue, and his glasses were in his shirt pocket, pushed out a little by the small - but obvious - A-cup breasts with their prominent nipples.

“Dude, I am very fucking alarmed,” David said. “I’m just hopped up on adrenaline and I keep reaching for my inhaler but I don’t need it anymore. Same as my glasses! It’s crazy. I’ve got all this energy - I almost feel like a ranger!”

He said it with mild excitement, but it was impossible now to mistake the panic that was creeping into his voice. Tim pulled his friend into a hug, and David seemed to breathe rather hurriedly before calming down.

“You good?” Tim asked.

“Y-yeah,” David said, pulling back. “Sorry. I’m super emotional at the moment. I’m normally able to analyse things a lot better. Must be getting female hormones, estrogen and the like.”

“I guess,” replied Tim, who wasn’t really sure how to approach this situation. “I just feel so shit that this has happened. I - hey, is that Matthew?”

They both looked back to the corner, and cycling at a slower, but still panicking pace, was a figure that could only be Matthew. But instead of pulling to a stylish stop, he slowed down then threw his bike to the ground about fifteen feet away from them, clearly overcome with anger.

“This is FU-FU-FREAKIN’ AWFUL!!!”

His voice had definitely changed: more feminine, though not as high as David’s. It almost had a kind of commanding quality to it, even if he was struggling to swear.

“You okay, Matt?” Tim asked.

“WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK!?”

Tim silenced, as did David. To their astonishment, their friend actually went and picked up his bike, pulled the stand out, and sat it up properly. He literally never did that, not even at home. Hell, on the occasional times he got to drive someone’s car, he had to be reminded to leave it in park instead of just leaving the handbrake up. To say nothing of his ‘fun’ parking, which he often did for shits and giggles.

“Dude, why are you parking your bike like that?” David asked.

“Don’t even ask!” Matt said, temper fiery. “I’ve got this weird . . . compulsion. Like I’m acting different. God knows I’m looking different now!”

He tore his helmet off - that was another thing, he tended not to wear a helmet - and both Tim and David gasped at what they saw. Matt stood there, looking embarrassed as hell. His clothing didn’t fit perfectly, particularly since it was stretched at the front: he didn’t have A-cup breasts like David, but what had to be B-cups at the least. His large nipples stood proudly, denting against his red shirt. His hips similarly stretched the material of his jeans, and Tim noticed that his fly was down and the button undone just to accommodate their width. He had more than just an hourglass figure now: he was positively curvy! And that was to say nothing of his hair: it was longer than David’s, nearly falling on his shoulders. Only the slightest hint of ginger remained to it, and it was so dark that it was only a shade away from being black. His eyes had shifted, becoming almond-shaped, and his face was bordering on beautiful, with a thin nose and fuller lips, and sleek cheekbones that emphasised his heart-shaped face. His olive tone was darker than David’s, as if he were not mixed race but entirely Chinese.

“I thought I looked like a chick,” David remarked, scratching his chest idly.

“Shut up dude!” Matt whined. He cradled his breasts, looking at them with annoyance. “Why aren’t yours as big as mine? This sucks ass . . . sorry. I should say it just sucks.”

There was a pause before Matt realised what he said. He kicked the ground, and Tim couldn’t help but noticed that his thighs had thickened a bit, too. “Ugh! Why can’t I damn well swear!”

“I’m so sorry, Matt,” Tim said. “I’m so sorry to the both of you. I fucked up. This is all my fault.”

“It’s okay,” David said.

“No it’s not, we’re becoming chicks! Like, his sisters or something! Except I look older - like your bigger sister.”

“You do look older, actually. So do I. Tim hasn’t changed.”

“He doesn’t need to change, dude. We’re becoming his family. Literally. Only for some damn reason we can’t just be his brothers or whatever, we’re becoming his sisters! What, it needed a gender balance? And why do I have hips like this? Seriously!”

“Hmm, maybe because you’re older? I don’t know how it all fits.” David went to adjust his glasses, only to realise he didn’t have them with him, and no longer needed them. Instead, he brushed a hair behind his ear in a manner that was somewhat feminine. “I just wonder what we’re going to do tomorrow. We’re back at school, after all, and now not only different races and genders but ages too.”

It was true. Matthew had been nineteen, but now he looked to be in his early twenties. And David looked a bit more mature, or at least taller. It made Tim have a potential epiphany.

“Wait, guys, I just thought of something,” he said. “What if it’s not just you guys that are changing?”

“What do you mean?” asked Matt, who was trying not to touch his expanded B-cup chest. They felt too strange to him, and oddly sensitive too.

“Well, if you’re becoming members of my family according to the wish, you’d need to be legally recognised, right? Do you think other people might see you as normal, not just my Dad?”

“Are you saying I’ll be in another year of college?” Matthew asked.

“Are you saying I’ll be in college?”

“You’re already in college,” Matt said. “You’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“Oh yeah,” David said sheepishly. “But online courses just don’t feel like that. But if our lives have changed . . . I can prove it. Hang on.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. The other two crowded around David, unable to look over his taller shoulders but viewing from the side. The previous tallest of the group - Matthew - was fairly annoyed about this. He indicated for David to lower the wallet down so they could all see. David sucked in air, clearly shocked, but then did so.

“Holy shit,” Matthew said. “No fucking way. Your new name is f-f-freakin’ Naomi!?”

Indeed, apparently it was. Naomi Liu-Patrick was ‘her’ name, and the image showed Tim’s face as it currently was, a somewhat androgynous woman with Chinese features that threatened to become quite striking, but were not quite there . . . yet. Naomi was listed as twenty years old, which meant that David had indeed aged two years. The other details largely matched Tim’s own, including birthday and the like.

“Wow, so I am your older sister. Or will be - I still have my penis, you know.”

“Me too!” Matthew said hurriedly.

“But why are you Naomi Liu-Patrick then?” Tim asked. “Are you not related to me? You kind of look like my Mom in pictures, though, and Matt even more so.”

“Maybe I’m a half-sibling?” David suggested, reasoning it out. He was keeping his panic behind a wall of logical reasoning. It was a good distraction. “Or a step-sibling? Or adopted?”

Tim considered this. “Mom did have a sister who passed away. I remember her getting very down about it. And she was married to someone - holy shit, I think his name was Patrick!”

“So I’m your adopted sibling, or something. We’re related now, sort of. Yes, related. God, this is weird. Why not just make me your older sister?”

Matt scoffed. “Dude, because then Tim’s mom would have been like, twelve when she gave birth to you or something!”

“Pregnant at fifteen, actually,” Tim corrected. “Maybe that would have messed with the timeline too much, and this is the wish’s way of getting around it. Dad didn’t have previous relationships, or any one’s afterwards, so you end up being my deceased aunt’s daughter, who got adopted by Dad since Mom had already run off.”

David shook his head. “Damn, even I’m getting a headache over this. So you’re my cousin?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.”

“Well, it’s not that bad, right?”

To Tim’s surprise, David actually chuckled. It was an unusually sweet sound. “Hey, maybe I don’t have my fucking asshole of a Dad anymore - look. My address is the same as yours.”

They looked again at the ID, and were mesmerised by that point. They hadn’t even noticed it. It was enough for Matthew to grab his own card out hurriedly.

“Please please please please - oh what the actual fuck here?”

They looked. Sure enough, his ID had changed too, with a face matching his, though instead of declaring him a ‘Liu-Johnson’ or ‘Liu-Patrick’, he was instead just ‘Liu. Specifically, Amy Liu.

“Gross,” he said. “I got your Mom’s name. Does this make me another cousin?”

“Maybe,” Tim said.

“Fuck.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit fuck. We’ve got to find a way around this. God, I’ve lost five years of my life here - it says I’m twenty four years old! That’s like, a responsible adult age!”

No one could ever, ever accuse Matthew of being a responsible adult.

“Yeah, we better find a way to reverse this, even if I am super fit for once,” David said.

“I know. We’ll have to catch up tomorrow and - shit! I have school tomorrow.”

“And we have college,” David said.

“It’s just online, we can still-”

“No, dude. We’re in college out of town. Look!”

Matthew took one look at the other card in his wallet, and the matching one in David’s. They were out at Jarvis Reach College, no longer online. An on campus experience. A private, fairly elite school.

“What the fuck!?” he said.

They were all set for an interesting ‘first impression’ in this changed new reality of these, when the next day came.

To Be Continued . . .