Friends are there for each other

The afternoon sun filtered into the living room, dust still settling after I finally finished cleaning. What a way to waste my day off from classes. I was glad my parents held off selling the place until we graduated so Mira and I could live right near campus, but it was too damn big for just the two of us and keeping it clean was a nightmare.

I put the supplies away, doffed my soiled overalls, and threw on a nice dress so I could relax, the low cut showing off my chest, the firm pecs I proudly worked on at the gym, and the hemline resting beneath my knees, showing of my muscular calves. I took a spin in front of the mirror and admired my alterations. I'd had to get good at doing them; it's not a like a 6'2" musclebound Asian guy could shop for women's clothing off the rack.

There was a knock at the door, and I was surprised to find John there. He usually called first, but he looked upset, so I just said "Are you ok, man?" and left him in. He sat down hard at the dining table. "You want some tea or something?" I asked, and he nodded.

"It's about my mom," John began.

"Oh shit! Is she ok?" I asked immediately, turning my back to the kettle. "Is she in the ER or something? Can you land in the ER with a thyroid condition?"

"No, nothing like that. She’s fine, better than fine. No need to worry about that, I fixed it," John said, shaking his head.

"What do you mean, you fixed it?" I asked, confused. "I thought that was one of those incurable, 'just keep it from getting worse' kinda things."

"No, nothing like that. I... look, let me explain this from the beginning..." he said, and then launched into an utterly ridiculous story about a magic wishing website, then went over how he'd been using people for the last few days, in an amount of detail I might have found a bit much if he wasn't using me as someone to vent to. I absentmindedly turned off the screaming kettle. "... and now it's all messed up! Like mom fucked her way to a new car, dad is fucking his secretary at work, and none of them think it's weird!" he finished almost yelling.

"Ok, I need you to calm down," I told him patiently. "What you are saying is a bit nuts, honestly. A magic website gave you the ability to use people a couple days ago? We went over you using people after you turned 18 in sex ed, for pete's sake; it's not some sudden or strange thing, and it's certainly not because some chintzey website granted you a wish," I told him firmly. I seen people having panic attacks, so I knew you had to calmly but firmly help talk them down. "Did you hit your head, or take some weird drugs or something?"

"What, no!" he replied, still a bit manic but at least not screaming anymore.

"So what's the actual problem anyway?" I said, letting my concern for him carry in my tone, looking past the obviously crazy part of his story. "Your mom's better, you get lots of sex, you never have to pay for things... whether this is all new or just the way things have always been, I'm not seeing anything to get upset about."

"I just wanted her to get better, and... look, I'm not a doctor, I didn't know how to properly tell her... I just told her to be a MILF, figuring it would all be better that way, and... Ok yes, yes, I admit it, I got the idea from making Amy's boobs grow, and having a mom I can fuck is awesome and I'm loving all the sex but..." he continued awkwardly. "Well she's acting like real life is a porno, and so is dad, and everyone else is going along with it, and that's... not right! Right?"

"Again, not sure what the issue is," I told him exasperatedly. "Nothing you described seems out of left field. Isn't that just how you're using them? But hey, if it's not what you want, just use them differently. I'm still more concerned about this whole 'website of wishing' delusion..."

"It's NOT a delusion!" he yelled, slamming his hands on the table. "Car, you're my best friend. I need you to believe me about this and not freak out. This whole freeuse thing, no matter what you think you remember, it really has been only a few days. It was nothing but a porn plot before then! I made a wish and it seems like the whole world has been different since then."

"Wait, really?" I asked. "If you just wished a few days ago... and now..." I paused, letting the thought settle. "Well shit, I suppose I kinda get where you're coming from then. This is just how it was going to be all my life, as far as I remember. It was never big dealer anything, just kinda something in the background. The sky is blue, yo need money to eat, John can use people once he's 18... Hell, I think I heard my grandmother once mention learning about it when she was a kid. Like, what else is different?" I asked, concerned.

"It's just the freeuse stuff. Nothing else has changed, as far as I can tell."

"Damn, don't scare me like that. I was questioning my entire life! 'Am I really bi? Is Mira really my girlfriend? Did win the superbowl in 1968?' But if you say nothing's different, I guess that's ok," I told him.

"You... you're taking this way bet... FUCK!" he cut himself off, looking at me with a sudden flash of realization. "I did it again, didn't I? Dang it. I didn't mean to use you there. Fuck, I never thought this would be so complicated... I'm changing people without even meaning to!"

"Look, John, whether a wish changed things or not, this is just how things are," I told him calmly. "Really, it's no a big deal."

"You're really not upset? You don't have to not be upset; I do;t want to use you like that. Like, what if I fucked Mira? You'd be ok with that?" he said incredulously.

"Sure, you can use her if you want," I told him, trying not to roll my eyes at the obvious questions. He really was trying to be serious, so did my best to match it, however strange it felt. "Fuck her, have all shirts have boob windows, make it taco Thursday, whatever you want man. That's just how the world works; nothing odd about it. I'm frankly giving myself a headache trying to imagine you NOT being able to use everyone."

"It's really... OK. Like all of it? Everything I told you," he asked. I nodded. "So if I said... I was more upset I didn't get to watch my mom fucking her way through the car dealership than about her doing it, that wouldn't be weird?"

"Nah man," I replied, happy he seemed to be calming down. "I mean, if you want to use her as your personal pornstar, just do it. You can use her anyway you want, just like everyone else."

"Thanks man. I was kinda freaking out, but I guess if everyone is ok with it... well, it's not wrong if no one minds," he said logically. "Alright, no more worrying. Viva la freeuse!" he yelled, grinning.

"That's the spirit!" I shot back, happy to have helped him through that.

"I owe you one. Anything I could do for you?" he asked.

"Whoa, I'm not a perv or anything," I sad jokingly. If he hadn't told me how new this was for him, I might have been offended at being asked something that inappropriate.

"Nah man, I want to do something for you," he said, thinking hard. "I got it!"