No, it's fine:

You sigh, “no it’s fine. Just pour me a shot would you.”

She holds the bottle out to you, “no shot glasses, drink it from the bottle.”

You shrug, take the bottle and take a gulp a bit bigger than you had intended. But you manage to swallow it before you start coughing.

“Damn, going hard huh?” she grabs the bottle back, “well I’m not gonna be out done.” She said before taking a similar sized drink, coughing nearly as much as you do, “Whew, that burns.” She set the bottle down next to the couch and started unpacking the food, “come on, sit down and tell me what happened.”

You sit down and take another small drink before you start telling her everything that happened.

She stays silent, waiting for you to finish. When you finally finish describing what your mother had you do for twenty dollars before you came over Krista takes a long drink of vodka and hands you the bottle.

She waits for you to take a drink before saying anything.

“That sounds like a pretty intense situation,” she says, swaying slightly.

“Yeah. I know what I did was fucked up, but at the same time…”

“Yeah your mom has always been a bit crazy and all, but this… I don’t know Ev, the fact that she is going to **** you to be a daughter for her. And that she wants to use you for her fantasies clearly…” her voice trails off.

“Yeah it’s a lot, and I can’t exactly say no, cause she could easily kick me out.”

“Well, I mean, at least you look good in girls’ clothes,” she shrugged.

“Thanks. That is totally what I want to hear.”

“I know, I know. But I guess what I’m trying to say is you might as well find the silver lining, cause it might take a bit of time before you can get out of this situation.”

You sigh, leaning against the couch, “Yeah, I know. It’s just… I don’t know, this sucks is all.”

“Yeah…” She shakes her head, then with a serious look puts her hand on your shoulder, you think she’s about to admonish you or something. Instead her face cracks into a grin and she snaps the strap of your bra.

“Ow hey!”

“Aaand that is payback for seeing me naked earlier.”

“I said sorry.”

She shrugs, taking another drink, “I know.”

She doesn’t say anything for a while, and eventually you get the nerve to talk again.

“So you don’t think I’m like, a total creep or something?”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. All of it? Doing what she asked for twenty dollars? How this started in the first place?” You are starting to feel like she is being too accepting.

“I mean, it’s weird, that’s for sure. But I’m not the best judge of weird I feel. My mom and my siblings are downstairs watching caligula together. Everyone in my family wears lingerie half the time. My step mom is not old enough to be my sibling’s mom. And I’ve given my family all of their piercings, and they have a lot of piercings you won’t see unless they’re naked.”

“I mean, I guess you’re not wrong,” you admit.

“On the other hand, I think agreeing to do what you did was pretty wild. As for you trying to ‘take ****’ by masturbating while wearing your mom’s underwear… I mean I’ve done weird stuff before too. I think my only question is just, why?”

“Well, like I said, I just wanted to take **** and it seemed like all I could really do.”

“Really?” She asked, her voice pretty genuine, “I mean I’m behind the whole getting **** thing, your sister is a bitch, your mom spoils her, and she has pretty much told you that she doesn’t really care about your future through her actions. I remember how depressed you were when you found out you couldn’t go to college. So I get all of that.”

“But?” you could tell she was getting to a point.

“But,” she shrugs, “you could’ve just done the bare minimum around the house. Inconvenience them. Hell, you could’ve smeared tuna somewhere in their room so they’d have to deal with the smell until they found it. The fact that you got dressed up in her underwear is a bit odd. Honestly, her initial reaction where she thought you were trans is probably what my initial reaction would have been… Though I would have been a little less rude about it.”

“I-” you know you had a perfectly good reason for what you did, or at least you thought you did, but when compared to the two options Krista said, off the top of her head no less, your reasoning didn’t really hold up, “I’m not… I…”

Krista waited patiently. The look on her face wasn’t judgemental, just the look of a friend who is patiently waiting for you to realize something.