Virus

Some people say that the new virus was artificially crafted by the Black Lives Matter movement, but it’s probably just one of those conspiracy theories. All we know is that when we thought the situation with Covid-19 couldn’t get any worse, a new version of the virus developed somewhere in the States. As the usual one, it was extremely contagious and no cure nor vaccine could stop it, however this version had a new interesting secondary effect: it changed people’s ethnicity. More precisely, it turned white women into black women. It didn’t seem to affect men nor women of other ethnicities. Most people were perfectly healthy after the acute phase, just… very different. The psychological consequences were the worst ones, black female psychologists were hired by the government to introduce patients to their new lives as Black women and girls.

Some the patients were struggling more than others to accept their new ethnicity, like my friend Ashley here.

She used to be a stunning blonde cheerleader and looks now like a cute, although average Black girl. She barely leaves her bed now and can’t stand her image in the mirror. Even feeling her kinky hair gives her too much pain, she says.

Others could have been happy with their new form but were harmed by interiorised racism like Kate, who woke up as a dark skin beauty.

As soon as she got infected her family isolated her not to get infected and cut all their bonds with her. Having a black daughter was too much of a shame for them. They gave her enough money to pay her rent a few months and that was all. Kate herself hated black people and couldn’t believe her bad luck when she woke up as one. She spends now lots of time in front of the mirror looking for remnants of her whiteness which could tell her apart from real black girls but all the white she can have on herself now are her clothes, which make her skin look even darker in contrast. She then moved to a new city and started working as a waitress but still hates her gorgeous body and spends all her savings in useless skin whitening creams.

Most of the victims were left by their boyfriends, too shocked by the extent of their transformation, so these days pubs are filled with single Black girls. Most of them were easily recognised as the transformed ones due to their “White girl” way of talking. So, in order not to be seen as victims and desperate for boys, most of them have decided to pick up a Black accent, dealing a fatal blow to their old identity and pride. You can find lots of Black accent schools around the country these days, where delighted Black girls teach new Black girls how to speak.

Also, white girls now avoided systematically all Black girls fearing to be infected so the newly transformed Black girls had to rebuild new social circles among Black people.

One day, when the new wave of the epidemics seemed to be under control, I stetted to feel more relaxed. I still didn’t go out so much but when a Black girl approached my car asking for directions I decided I didn’t; want to behave like a racist person and rolled the car window down. Big mistake. It turned out, the girl was recently dismissed my a hospital after having suffered from the virus and, although she was tested negative, you never knew how the virus worked exactly.

A few days after, I started having the usual symptoms, fever, cough, but I told me it was only a cold. A few more days and my skin was starting to get darker. At that point, I know I was doomed. I called 911 and lost my consciousness as soon as I got to the hospital.

While other girls suffered a lot from it, I see it more as an opportunity. I never was really hot. I used to be a skinny blonde girl, the kind of girl everybody kind of likes but nobody finds hot. I was also kind of shy and self-conscious. At 23, I had still no boyfriend as it looked like all the cute boys were more into curvy women these days.

That was going to change, I knew it as soon as I woke up from the coma – I got a strong version of the virus, one of those which knocks you down really bad and takes all the time needed to remodel your body into something completely different.

My new face was completely alien to me. I had very big lips, a very broad nose, black eyes and black kinky hair, although I decided I preferred to wear a wig from now on. And obviously I had a dark brown skin. Everything about me screamed African. I wasn’t a racist person, I had Black friends even before the pandemic, and I strongly supported the cause of BLM. However, joining the protests and returning to my usual life as a blonde white girl was entirely different from actually becoming one of them.

However, I decided to make the most of it, I developed a new persona, more confident and sexier than the girl I used to be. I changed my accent to match my new body and face, I studied African American history in depth and fully embraced my blackness. Sometimes I still missed by cute blue eyes but with time I managed to see myself more and more as a Black woman.

I could now dress in a way sexier way, by choosing clothes that complimented my new curves – I was so curvy right now, I had to completely renew my wardrobe!

My old name, Gloria, was too linked to the person I used to be, so I had it legally changed to Latisha.

Tonight I’m going clubbing for the first time as my new self. I have been tested negative for a while now but just to be sure I’m going to a Black-only club. While many transformed girls sticked to white men for dating, I decided if I wanted to feel like a proud Black woman I should date Black men. I always had a thing for them honestly but I somehow felt I would have been judged for that, and I was too skinny for them anyhow. Not anymore.

Here I am, I tried not to dress too slutty but I have to admit it’s kind of hard with a killer body like mine.