Friends are Family, Part 10 (Asian MILF & Hot Sister TG/RC/AP) (Patreon)

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 Ten: One (Happy?) Family

To say the next few days were awkward as hell would be the understatement of the century. Timothy felt like his head was constantly spinning: his wish had come true and the magical effects had seemingly finished. Only, like the proverbial monkey’s paw in the story he was studying in English class with Meredith, his wish had come true in the worst way. His two best friends were fully female, fully part of his family, aged up and certainly filled out in the womanly places. They’d lost their dicks - their manhoods! - but while Naomi was still swimming along and accepting this (literally, she had just signed up with the swim team and was already a champion in it), Amy was understandably floundering. She now lived in the same house as them, ostensibly sharing the same room as ‘their’ father. Only she had managed to refuse, despite her apparent instincts to the contrary, and was currently sleeping on the couch, much to Anthony’s own confusion and despair. She’d claimed it was just ‘a phase’, but no one could blame her who knew what had happened to the former rebel.

Still, it led to things being quite awkward indeed. Amy was now a thirty four year old woman, and a total MILF to boot. As much as she tried to fight her new role, her new mom instincts were very much present, and came out in predictable waves. She demanded neatness around the house, ensured that Timothy cleaned his damn room and Naomi as well, and she increasingly took over the meals, something she had already started even before she moved in. Her mind simply couldn’t tolerate mess, or being seen in public in an improper state, and so she also wore fashionable outfits that showed off her figure without them being immodest. The last part was particularly embarrassing to her, especially when she set down the lovely meals she had cooked for the family and took her seat next to Anthony, smiling at her accomplishment only to catch herself and realise what she was doing.

I’m turning into some ridiculous wife! Into a mom who cooks dinner each night! And since when did I know how to cook kung pao chicken with egg drop soup?

But it was delicious, and the others made sure to compliment her cooking, sometimes a bit too much so, which she knew was just an attempt to lift her spirits. The worst part was that it worked: it did lift her spirits, in the same way as her husband complimenting her looks lifted them.

“You look absolutely gorgeous today, honey.”

“I love you in that purple dress.”

“That necklace certainly draws the eye to the places I like, dear.”

The last made her blush a deep shade of red. She had put on the necklace automatically with her dress, one which had a lower neck than usual. It meant that the pendant rested in her now very impressive cleavage, drawing the eye just as he’d said. She’d tried to take it off later, but it really did look nice, just as he’d said!

“You shouldn’t say such things like that, Tony,” she insisted.

But he just crossed the room and took her in his arms, planting a kiss on her lips. It was all kinds of wrong, she knew, but it felt good. She hated how good it felt. More than that, she hated the thought of Timothy and Naomi ever catching them in a kiss, so she pushed away her husband as quickly as she could.

“Stop it!” she snapped in Mandarin, before switching back to English. “It’s not appropriate.”

Anthony grimaced. “I don’t understand what’s going on, love. Please tell me. Did I do something wrong? Is it the work lately? I miss you in our bed. You should at least take the bed and I’ll take the couch while whatever this is gets worked out. But please, you need to tell me what’s going on.”

What’s going on? What’s going on is that I’ve got a damn engagement ring and wedding ring on my finger! There are wedding photos of me kissing you! We made a darn child together, one who was originally my best friend and only a few years younger than me. I’ve got tits and a darn vagina, and I’m working like some kind of housewife, barking orders at the kids like a stereotypical tiger mom! THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG.

But she didn’t say that. She couldn’t. And even if she could she knew that he wouldn’t hear it: the magic had resealed reality so that they had always been a family. She had always been a woman.

And now she was Anthony’s woman, and one that found him deeply damn attractive despite herself.

I hate how frickin’ handsome his five o’clock shadow is. Damn it, Tim!

“I’m just working some things out,” she said with a sigh. Her voice had more of a lilting accent to it now. It was adorable, and yet oddly commanding when she snapped at her children. God, my children. My friends are my children now. Ugh!

“I know, love. I just wish you would tell me about these things,” Anthony said. He drew a little closer to her, and she actually let him place a hand around her waist again. He smelled lovely. Manly.

“I just . . . need a few days,” she said. “Tony, just trust me, okay?”

He pulled back. “Of course. You know I love you, right?”

“I . . . I do,” she said.

But she didn’t love him back. He was comfortable, and warm, and generous and kind, and he loved her food and her manner. And the way he looked at her made her shiver, even the way he looked at her ass when she walked passed, even after she’d instructed him very clearly not to slap her lightly on the behind even when the kids were out.

But that doesn’t mean I love him. This whole situation is messed up! I’m meant to be lighting firecrackers in the darn woods! Now I’m writing community board letters so that people round here will put a stop to that!

It left her miserable, this war between two parts of her mind, but her two ‘children’ were similarly affected. Naomi at least continued going to college, and was able to get away from the weird new family dynamic at home. She continued to get closer to Nathan Hayes, taking him on that promised wilderness walk. She’d been rather daring, wearing a small purple crop top and hiking shorts that clung to her voluptuous and athletic figure, and the footballer-with-a-brain clearly hadn’t minded, not one bit.

“You look stunning,” he’d said, and it made her all peppy and energetic.

“Well, you’re not bad yourself. But we might look a lot more sweaty and gross by the end of the trail, just a heads up. I’m sure you’ll struggle.”

He laughed. “Oh, is that so? I am a footballer, you know.”

She waved that comment off playfully, placing her hands on her firm hips. “Yeah, that’s all short distance hokey nonsense. This is the long haul.”

“Well, we could make it interesting.”

“Oh yeah?”

The handsome man grinned, and it made her grin too. God, he’s fucking handsome. I never imagined going through the wild or the tracks on a date, especially with a man. But this, I could get used to.

“If I make it to the end and am not a horrible sweat monster, you owe me a kiss. A good one.”

She giggled. “Oh damn, you are on, mister.”

The walk was wonderful, as it turned out, and not as hard as she imagined. Nathan did struggle a bit towards the end - just as she’d thought, he was no long-distance guy - but he kept himself together, panting only as they reached the summit of Forrester’s Mountain that overlooked the western reach of Birch Haven.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” she said, breathing in the cool, fresh air.

Nathan gasped. “Absolutely. Brilliant sight. Damn sexy, too.”

“Sexy? Oh, you absolute horndog!”

He was staring at her profile, as she was thrusting out her chest, hands on her hips at the sight. She almost felt like a bit of a goddess.

In fact, I rather do. I bet that’s how Nathan sees me right now as well. Jungian archetypes would no doubt reflect that . . . ah, who cares about that right now?

She moved over to him, seizing the initiative, and kissed him. He kissed back, taking her in his strong arms.

“So I take it I’m not a total sweat monster?” he asked.

“Just a little sweaty,” she said, smiling, “but I don’t mind it. It’s kind of hot.”

“Well, you’re all kinds of hot, Naomi.”

“Wow, that was lame as hell and still kinda sexy. Come here, you.”

The weirdest part was that she didn’t feel nervous, or even embarrassed. She felt alive. She hadn’t been successful as a scrawny little nerd of a man when it came to relationships and dating, but her chic and quick-witted Naomi confidence made things so much easier. Not to mention that Nathan Hayes was damn strong, nice and tall, and her tits felt wonderful pressed against his chest.

“So, is this a first date?” he asked when their lips parted.

“I’d say it was a successful audition,” she replied. She jabbed him playfully in the chest. “After all, you still have to prove yourself on the way down.”

“Oh damn, so soon? Give me a little break here!”

“I am,” she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer again. “I want you to make out with me. Hardcore. Then we go back down.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Suffice to say, they were dating by the next week, and openly smooching when they caught up on campus, which was often. Naomi wasn’t exactly telling her family yet - it was still a bit too weird to confess to her friends-turned-family - but she wasn’t exactly hiding it either, and soon the gossip of the gorgeous couple was racing around the campus. They were increasingly daring in their makeout sessions, and while they hadn’t progressed to sex just yet, she loved having him feel her tits through her clothing, even stripping down to just her bra on her upper torso to tease him when they were in the privacy of a dorm room. The excitement of going further tantalised her mind, but her David self still had some nervousness about the prospect, and some good sense too. She didn’t want a reputation, after all. And besides, her campus life was busy with hard study, cheerleading practice (she loved to show off especially for Nathan, now), and continual effort on the swimming team.

I may be a hot girl going out with a hot man, but I’m still going to be a damn ranger, she thought to herself. In fact, the dream seemed all the more attainable, now.

But while Naomi was succeeding, and Amy was floundering, Timothy just felt plain awkward. At high school things were going well: Meredith/Mel continued to hang out with him in class and out, and it was clear the vibrant teenager enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed hers. It was like being coaxed out of his shell all over again, though this time it wasn’t as bad, because he’d originally had no friendships at all when Matthew and David took him in. But Meredith was the new kid on the block, a real free spirit, and she had a rebellious streak that Amy would have been proud of, if her new compulsions didn’t make her so disapproving now. While Tim didn’t like to act out at school, he showed Mel all the best hiding spots and hidden locations in the forest trails, the best place to skip stones, and the rusting bus everyone pelted glass at. They even lit some of Matthew’s old fireworks together, setting off the ire of a busybody neighbour out in the sticks.

“You know, I thought this place was in the middle of nowhere,” Mel remarked as they ran. “But this is actually exciting! Not so glum now, are you?”

“Not at all!” he exclaimed, trying to keep pace with her. “But maybe that’s because you’re trying to get us killed!”

“Ha! That’s far too boring for me! Woo!”

She jumped across a small river, and he followed suit, splashing himself just a little and causing her to laugh. They tumbled together as he tripped, and one thing led to another: they kissed.

“Okay,” Mel said. “That happened.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“I didn’t ask you to say sorry, I said ‘that happened.’ As a matter of fact, I rather liked it. Though you could totally use some kissing practice.”

Tim went a bit red. “I - er -”

“Man, you should see your face! C’mon, I’ll show you. You can’t be that bad, especially if you’re going to be my boyfriend.”

“I’m - your boyfriend?”

Mel looked at him like he had three heads. “Dude, what do you think you’ve been the past week? You country types are way too slow at this. But sure, if you don’t want a girlfriend-”

“I do!” he declared, more stridently than he’d intended. “I, well, I really like you.”

She folded her arms victoriously. “Then it’s settled! We have an accord! So long as you pass your training.”

And then she showed him how kissing was supposed to be. It was a wonderful slice of heaven for the young man, a real coming of age.

I can’t believe that things are somehow getting better. At least when I’m out of the house.

But that joy contrasted heavily with the dread he felt in his heart when he arrived home and saw his new ‘mom’ making dinner. The two were the most awkward together in the whole family, even more than she and Anthony. Tim was acutely aware that in this timeline, his friend had literally been pregnant with him and given birth to him, and Amy was just as aware, and even carried some of the memories. As such, the two could barely look at one another, or truly acknowledge one another, leading to a continual tension. Amy clearly felt utterly foreign (literally) in her body, and in her new culture, and even in her new language: she had a habit of dipping back into Mandarin when she got snappy, which was often.

This was not including the obvious awkwardness going on between her and her husband. Timothy and Naomi had both noticed things, including the way the two were often whispering together, or how Amy tried to avoid Anthony in the same household. Even going to work seemed to make her quite nervous: she was spending a lot of time together with the man she was now - and had always been in this timeline - married to, after all.

It all escalated to a sight that neither Naomi nor Timothy had ever wanted to see. Naomi’s classes finished early on Tuesdays, so over a week after Amy’s change she got on the bus headed back to Birch Haven. Tim welcomed her on his bike, having brought hers as well, and the two step siblings enjoyed the ride back to their house, which was not a short one, just like old times. They talked about their former lives, and Naomi teased him about Mel and how well things were going, while Tim fired back with ammunition about Nathan Hayes.

“How did you know about Nathan?”

“It’s a small town, Naomi. Word travels.”

“Damn, I was hoping to keep it a secret. Does Mom - I mean, Amy - know?”

He shook his head. “She’s still in her own world. I don’t blame her. I can’t imagine what she’s going through.”

“I can,” Naomi said, gesturing to herself as they arrived at their home,” but not fully. I only lost a few years. She lost fifteen. Not to mention she’s, y’know, our mom. I’m still getting used to her serving up steam-fried dumplings at the dinner table.”

“Me too,” Tim said. “Even though they’re delicious.”

“Right? Who the hell would have thought that Matthew of all people would end up being a pretty amazing mom?”

“She’s not my mom,” Tim said, adamant. “She’s not. And she’s not your mom. I’ve trapped her in this terrible situation, and it’s all my fault.”

He opened the door.

“She’s in hell, Naomi, and it’s all my fault.”

“Hell, huh? Then what the hell is that?”

Timothy turned. The door had opened quietly, and they’d stepped into view of the living room just in time to see their father kissing Amy on the lips, his hand wandering down to clench her ass. She was moaning softly as he did so, pressing herself demurely against him in a manner that was more than a little sexual.

Both Timothy and Naomi had the same thought at once: EWWWWW!!

“Gross, you guys!” his step-sister said, and the two parents turned. Anthony just grinned a little sheepishly.

“Sorry, didn’t realise you guys were home so early! Another time, honey.”

He gave her a playful slap on her rear as he walked away, looking a bit red-cheeked himself. But Amy squeaked, her almond-shaped eyes wide at the knowledge of how close she’d come to something incredibly intimate, and that her own children - her friends - had just witnessed that.

“I - I - how much did you see?” she asked.

Please not much, she thought. Please not much. He was just so flirty, and he brought me flowers as a surprise, and - and - oh God, this is humiliating!

“Um, you looked like you were getting pretty passionate there,” Naomi said.

“Yeah,” Tim. “Passionate.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Amy said. “It was an accident. These compulsions, you have to believe me!”

But Tim was already moving past and heading to his room. This was too much. Anger surged in his mind, and it wasn’t a fair anger, he knew. His mom had abandoned him, and that had always been the case. But now his friend was an imposter, replacing someone’s failed role with a facsimile. Filling a hole in his father’s life. All because of his wish, sure, but it still stirred ugly feelings nonetheless. He slammed the door to his room shut, leaving Naomi and Amy together.

“Lā shǐ,” Amy swore. “I didn’t mean to, you have to believe me, Naomi.”

“I know, Mom,” she replied, for once not correcting herself: Amy was starting to tear up, after all, and it moved Naomi’s own feminine emotions. “I know. But I think we all need to talk. I think we need to figure out how to be a proper family and make this work, in whatever way we can.”

She’s right, Amy realised. Her mind went to her new husband, bringing up their own mixed feelings. We can’t go on like this without me finding my own place. But what place do I even have?

The answer was obvious. It just wasn’t an answer the new wife and mother was ready for.

To Be Continued . . .