A Call from Wendy

Matt was interrupted by a chime from his phone. When he saw it was from Wendy, he swiped it open.

"Hey Wendy."

"You know, I was thinking about your streaming."

"What? But--"

"I did a little research. Well, actually I asked my pervert sister who is a lot less shy than me. She says that there really isn't much market for guys masturbating for girls. It's pretty much guys for guys, right. And, well, you're straight, right. Not that there's anything wrong with being bi--and I'm pretty sure you're not gay."

"I'm straight. But--"

"What she said, though, was that couples are popular."

"I guess that makes sense. That still doesn't--"

"So, I was thinking of how I could help you. I could, like, you know, rub your thing. Like we were a couple or something. According to my sister, that would make your stream a lot more popular. She offered to 'lend a hand,' as she said, herself but I reminded her that you have to be eighteen for all of those sites."

Okay, his life had officially gotten weird.

"Thank you, Wendy. I really appreciate your support. Especially since I know your parents don't approve of me."

"It's not you, specifically. It's just they think that if you don't have money it's some sort of sign that God doesn't approve of you. Calvinist bullshit, I know, but that's how they were raised."

Yeah, and Matt had been raised to be a racist homophobe. That didn't define him. Still, he wasn't about to lecture Wendy on it since this was probably her biggest rebellion ever.

"Well, thanks, Wendy. Right now I don't have any plans for streaming but I'll keep you in mind."