Blacked

Karen was a young, gorgeous and brilliant lawyer with a dark side. She was pretty racist. Indeed, she came to like her job so much also due to the fact that it involved shutting down businesses in the bad part of town. It wasn’t something she could say loud though, with all the fuss about political correctness these days, it would harm her career. Still, while most of the other firms avoided serving notice to small businesses in the ghetto, she loved doing it! She took great pleasure in notifying that personally to the unlucky business owners. In her mind, it was a step closer to helping the city get rid of the scum living there until the whole place would be cleaned up eventually.
Despite her attempts to keep this side of her secret, she began to earn a bad reputation in that part of town, to the point that as soon as she was seen around, people were already worrying for the worst. One day, some businesses decided to join forces and prepare a counterattack.
One day she entered a beauty parlour, a family business run by the Williams, to serve notice to them. She was immediately taken aback by all the people there, mostly African-American, staring at her. Before she could serve the notice directly, she was told she was the 1’000’000th customer of that renewed beauty parlour and she had won a full beauty treatment.

The place didn’t seem to be in great shape, surrounded as it was by rundown buildings and walls covered in graffiti, pretty dirty inside as well, but Karen thought it would have been wise to avoid direct confrontations with all of those people there, pretend to be a normal customer and serve the papers when it was time to leave, so she could safely reach her car pretty quickly.
Also, it would be quite ironic to get a free service before forcing them to shut down the whole business, she thought.
However, her papers slipped out of her purse and got noticed by the business owners who decided to get their retribution on her.
First of all, they offered to take care of her gorgeous blonde mane, her pride since teenage years. She was a bit skeptical as they weren’t probably used to deal with Caucasian hair but it was supposed to be easier to deal with that kinky Afro hair, right? Her hair was covered in a dark conditioner, rinsed and blown in an old and noisy hairdryer hood. She realised something was wrong as the hairdresser, a tall and full-figured Black woman began to mumble something about that old machinery, and possibly hair dye left in the circuits by previous customers. When she checker herself in the mirror, she realised they had dyed her hair jet black.

“What the fuck have you done to my hair? You had one job, and you messed it up and turned it black?” She was about to let some racial sluts slip in but noticed how the men in the room, a half dozen tall and hunky guys, probably boyfriends of the girls working there who had nothing better to do were getting nervous at this white bitch getting all worked up for a hair dye. “We apologise Miss! We’d like to offer you a full body treatment as a gift to forgive us.” She wasn’t very allured by the idea but she thought that notifying the papers now with so much tension in the air could be dangerous, so she decided to accept the proposal and wait some time.
They gave her a free pass for a tanning bed where she laid down for half an hour, wondering why did Black people need tanning beds. Not that White people should use them, she thought, it just made no sense at all to her to make an effort to darken one’s skin colour.
Meanwhile, the owners of the businesses took all her documents and bankcards from her purse, together with the keys of her car, which was swiftly moved somewhere else not to draw attention. A brand new Mercedes in that part of town wouldn’t go unnoticed after all.
When Karen re-emerged from the tanning booth she looked like a different person compared to a hour before, with her tan skin and black hair but they had still so much stored for her.

She noticed her skin looked unnaturally tan, almost brown but before she could see herself in the mirror, she was taken to an aesthetician who began working on her face. She worked on her eyebrows, making them thinner, applying permanent eyelash extensions, lip plumper and other cosmetics aimed at making her look even more exotic. Finally, she slipped in her eyes black colour contact lenses that could only be removed surgically.
Karen had been brewing some worries for some time now as they didn’t let her see her face yet, they didn’t allow her to grab her purse and phone and everybody seemed to be staring at her, so when was finally allowed to see herself in the mirror, she rushed towards the closest makeup mirror, grabbed it and nearly fainted at the sight of her face. Dark brown irises were staring back at her, surrounded by black, long eyelashes. Her eyebrows, also black, were thin and shaped to her face a trashy look. Her inflated lips, together with her deep tan seemed to suggest a mixed background. “Shit, these fuckers must have never had a White woman as customer. I’ll make them pay for this too when I’ll make them file for bankruptcy” – she thought.

“I’m not sure how to get away with this mess, I’ll have to tell people I went on vacation in the Caribbeans or something”. So she didn’t overreact and asked politely “Ehm, I love my new look. Could you please dye my hair back to blonde though?.”
“Hmm, let’s see, your hair might get a bit dry if we bleach it blonde again. Are you sure you don’t want to remain a brunette?” “I’m not a brunette, just dye my hair back to blonde please!” – replied Karen, frustrated. “As you want”.
The lady worked on her hair with all her tools and shampoos, designed for Afro hair and meant to keep curls nourished and health. This, mixed with the drying effect of the dye turned Karen’s hair into a straw-coloured kinky mess. Together with her darker complexion, it looked completely fake. Karen was starting to freak out touching her hair and feeling such a coarse texture. “I told you, you look better as a brunette girl! Let me work my magic!” – smiled the hairdresser, enjoying her reaction.
Karen was too shocked to react and when she did her hair was already soaked in black dye.

“Hey, stop messing around with my hair!” “Quiet, girl!” – said the strong Black girl, holding Karen tight with her muscular arms. A short time later, after having applied afro hair conditioner and curler she let Karen look at herself once more in the mirror, now sporting black curly hair. She had to admit she indeed looked better this way, although it completed her exotic look and made now look her further down the white-black ethnic spectrum.
She grabbed her hair and stared in disbelieve at the reflection staring back at her. The mocha skinned, brown-eyed, black haired beauty staring back at her had nothing to do with the nordic beauty that entered the ghetto a few hours before. How was she going to explain this to people? God, she looked Black! “Is the lady satisfied?” – asked the hairdresser, mockingly.
Karen grinned as she tried to grasp for her expensive purse but the lady handed her a cheap and flashy pink purse only containing some cigarettes and a few but tickets. No documents, no car keys, no wallet. “I’m a lawyer” – exploded Karen – ”You won’t get away with this!”

Karen rushed out of the beauty parlour, headed to the police station. She soon realised she was too far to walk there so she reluctantly used the bus tickets found in her new purse to get there, attracting the unwelcome attention of the men, mostly Black, sitting in her bus. When she finally arrived, she stormed in the police station, presenting herself as Karen Richardson. She was well known to the people there due to her professional activity so when this brown lady claimed to ber her, she made everybody in the department laugh. The laughters stopped however when she couldn’t produce any document. Karen suddenly realised how compromised her situation was: she had claimed an identity she could not prove nor was there any profile with photos matching her current looks. The policemen simply assumed she was yet another prostitute, probably on drugs and sent her straight to a cell. After an intense night spent with her cellmates, a couple of lesbian black girls who found Karen’s lithe body a welcome distraction from their dull lives, Karen was rescued the morning after by the son of the owner of the beauty parlour, who felt bad for her and paid the caution, claiming she was his girlfriend. Karen’s expensive dress got stolen by her cellmates, who provided her as the only option some very revealing shorts, combined with fishnet stockings and a leather jacket, making her look nothing different from a hooker. Ashamed and confused, she hugged the Black man and cried on his shoulders.

Karen soon realised she had lost everything. A few days later she lost her job as her firm found out she had been in custody, disguised as a black woman. Her white boyfriend dumped her as he was disgusted by her new look. Still crippled by student debt, Karen was forced to accept the only decent job offer she could find and ended up working for a small legal firm aiming at defending the rights of people of colour, eventually saving the beauty parlour owners from bankruptcy. She settled in a small and smelly apartment in the ghetto area she once wanted to clean up. In order to disguise her real identity to avoid further retributions by those she had persecuted in the past, she had to keep up with the Afro hair, brown skin and eye contacts permanently on. She also changed her name into Khloe.
When the young man who rescued her from jail began hitting on her she initially didn’t give him a chance as she hated them all for what they did to her. Then, she realised that now that their business was thriving again, it was probably her only chance to have a decent life, plus she noticed how muscular and attractive he was, and felt oddly turned on by how his dark skin matched so well her new complexion, she decided to go with the flow and began dating him. A few months later, Karen was adjusting her wedding gown considering what a strange turn of events made her, a racist White woman embrace her new life as a Black woman, Khloe Williams, married to her fantastic Black husband.

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Perfect girlfriend

Mark had it all in life: excellent health, a well paid job and a loving girlfriend, Jessi. She was a petite blonde, blue-eyed beauty with a Russian background.

They were deeply in love with each other but she couldn’t fulfil a fantasy Mark had been toying with for a long time: he had a thing for brown girls. The idea of dating a girl outside his race was extremely exciting for him. 

One day he found a body-altering device in a second hand shop and decided to give it a try. He tried on random people on the streets and to his surprise the machine was actually working, so he turned his attention to his girlfriend.

Would he really do this to Jessi? It would mean ruining her life in a way as she would’t be able to prove her identity and would have to live as an illegal immigrant. Not to mention that she was quite proud of her ethnicity and might not be happy to be transformed from a petite blonde to a curvy Latina.

Mark played with the idea for a few weeks, then one day while laying on the bed on a lazy Sunday morning he finally gave in to his fantasies and pulled the trigger.

Jessi was freshening up in front of the mirror in their bedroom when the transformation happened. To her horror her complexion shifted from Nordic to Mediterranean as her pretty blue eyes progressively gained colour across the whole spectrum of irises hues through green to hazel and finally settled for a rich dark brown colour. Her blonde hair went through a similar process as it darkened to a full brown colour until her roots. Her skin took a progressively deeper tan while her facial features lost most of their Caucasian features.
“What the fuck is wrong with my face? Why do I look Mexican?”
The girl’s physique also changed going from a short 160 cm / 5’3’’ to a full 170cm/ 5’7’’, making her on the tall side. Her breasts inflated from the barely noticeable A cup she was used to a pair of firm C cups. Her taller and curved body also responded differently to her and gained new mannerisms. Instead of the overly feminine and sweet girl she used to be, she began behaving in a more impulsive, masculine way, keeping with Latina girl stereotypes.
Unnoticed by her, her pheromones and hormone balance changed too, replacing her mild fresh aroma with an intense, sweet, erotic flavour men were going to sense from then on.

After the transformation was complete, Jesse looked unmistakably latina. “Dios mio! What happened to mi! Shit, why estoy hablando Espanol?”. Without realising it, the language centres in her brain had been rewired to turn Spanish from the second language she studied at school to her native tongue, relegating English to a second language she never fully mastered.
Mark was in heaven seeing his girlfriend turning into his dream girl “That’s so sexy! – he thought – She looks just like I was hoping for! Her accent is also on spot!” However, he pretended to be as shocked as her and asked her “How are you feeling, my love?”
“I’m… eshocked!” – said Jessi, struggling to find words. She kept on stroking her hair looking for traces of her former blonde hair but all she could see was natural, black wavy hair. Meanwhile, lots of thought were chaotically floating in her mind: “My job! I’m going to lose it! Mark! What will he think of this? Oh Dios mio, I look so different, will he still love me like this?” Then new memories began entering her brain, together with an odd peace “What was I thinking, of course he likes me, I’m so grateful to this gringo for taking me as his chica and helping me to settle down in this new country! I’m clearly not a Norteamericana!”

It sounded kinda wrong to her as she still had conflicting memories of being a white girl until very recently but suddenly she felt very aroused by the bare thought of her boyfriend being in the bedroom so she stopped staring at herself and joined Mark in his bed. “I’m sorry mi amor, I don’t know what happened to me, I’m a bit loca sometimes jaja!” And quickly began to undress, showing off her new shapely body.
While she was always a bit frigid as a blondie, the new Jessi was absolutely amazing in bed and didn’t stop when Mark asked her for a blowjob, something the old Jessi would have never considered, despite how much she loved Mark.
Everything about this new body was steaming hot, thought Mark, who was having he best sex of his life. The strong scent of her hair, the exotic colour of her skin pressed against his own, her confidence and new mannerisms… everything about her was so intoxicating!
After having sex, Jessi began smoking a cigarette, something she never did before but that felt natural in that moment, and, still in lingerie, tried to recall her past. Now her new memories had mostly replaced the old ones, yet she clearly recalled stroking her blonde hair and applying makeup around her blue eyes.

Jessi was too afraid of being considered crazy by her boyfriend so she didn’t open up with him about her doubts but asked him if she seemed normal to him. Mark disguised his true feelings and casually mentioned that she could have worked out more to make her body more tonic.
Jessi concluded that being a white girl must have been only a delusion and that she had always been a Latina. As suggested by Mark, she began working out regularly to be sexy for her man, something she never did before.
She began training hard tu make her body even more toned and curvy. She now felt stronger as working out gave her the confidence she needed to match with her new looks and mannerisms. She began embracing her culture more and began speaking Spanish regularly with her new Hispanic friends.
At the same time Mark began complaining about being on a tight budget and Jessi not contributing to it. While the old Jessi had a decent job as a secretary in a law firm, the Latina girl she was now was not hireable due to her illegal status, so the only way she found to earn some honest money with her body was to set up a Onlyfans account and post the sluttiest pictures she could take. Latina hotties were in high demand so she quickly began to earn good money to feed her increasingly lavish lifestyle.

“Hola Mark! Like my new bikini, si?” “Jessi, you’re so hot! I love you so much!” – a few months later the girl had completely succumbed to her new persona. She was a slutty Latina and wasn’t ashamed of it. She loved Mark deeply but she wasn’t afraid to use her sexuality to get what she wanted.
Her slutty persona began to take over as OnlyFan was not enough for her anymore. She began earning extra money as a cam girl and again had no difficulties as a hot Latina.
On his side, Mark was the happiest man alive, he was still together with the girl she loved and she happened to embody the exact kind of exotic beauty he lusted for in women. His family was struggling to understand why would he dump his sweet girlfriend for an immigrant Hispanic girl who barely spoke English but all they cared for was his happiness so they accepted her.
Eventually, Jessi got pregnant and Mark looked forward to growing his children together with his hot Latina girlfriend.

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Anniversary

Elizabeth was a rich, pretty young woman in her early ‘30s. She lived with her husband Harry in a large mansion and didn’t have much to worry about apart from enjoying life. Her husband was the heir to an ancient real estate empire dating back to the ‘800s and was taking care of any financial issues. As their 5th anniversary was approaching, Elizabeth thought of something really special to surprise her husband. She knew how pretty she was but she was also aware that Harry sometimes felt the need to spice up things a little, so they sometimes invited female friends to join them in the bedroom. That way, Elizabeth discovered with some surprise that her man had a thing for Latina girls. He would never marry one due to his social status but he definitely fancied them. So when Elizabeth first heard of the new body swapping devices on the market now, she immediately thought of getting one secretly and installing it in her rooms. She had a fill wing of the mansion where they were living so it would be easy to hide it from her husband.

To make things easier, she thought of somebody close to them to temporarily swap body with, so her choice was Linda, a Hispanic maid they had recently hired. Harry seemed to have preferred her due to her looks, which made Elizabeth feel a little jealous at first but then she told herself it was just a fetish of her husband and he would only love her anyway.

When Linda was told about the plan the idea seemed crazy to her. She was a very smart girl though, so she accepted it without hesitation. She saw this as a possible way out of her situation if she managed to play her cards well. She was very intelligent and had excellent grades in school but she grew in a very disadvantaged environment so she never had a real chance of attending college or finding a good job. On the other hand, she was pretty and well mannered, so being a maid for wealthy families was her only viable option to have a decent salary. She hated dressing up in ridiculous outfits but that was one of the conditions included in her contract so she had little choice.

They arranged the body swap before Harry came back home from work. Everything went smoothly, Elizabeth in her new brown body dressed up in the maid outfit left by Linda and began to notice how different her body felt. “Shit, this is so weird… I really am you now!”. Linda in the meanwhile had changed to a fancy evening dress picked up among Elizabeth’s wide collection. When Elizabeth saw her she was impressed by how confident she looked in her new body, she was so tall and fair compared to the Latina girl. The blonde grabbed a drink and offered it to the maid “This will help you feel more at ease in your new body”. It looked like sherry but it had previously been enriched by a potent aphrodisiac by Linda to make her rival extremely aroused at the sight of any man.

Elizabeth, in Linda’s body immediately felt the effect of the drink. She felt incredibly horny and any plan to tell her husband the whole story before playing the scenario she had in mind disappeared as soon as the handsome man entered the room. 

As soon as she could, she sneaked in his room and began flirting with him. He didn’t suspect a thing and reacted surprised to the sudden change in behaviour of the usually professional cleaning lady. After a while, he began feeling intensely aroused too by the pretty Latina, who seemed to have a strong connection with him tonight. He had thought about her since the day he hired her but he could never cheat on her wife, could he? Linda was being more and more slutty now, until she began to undress in front of him. At that point, he gave up and went with along the flow. 

After a couple of loud and intense orgasms, the blonde woman who looked like his wife stormed into his room and began making a scene. The real Elizabeth was too horny to react sharply and couldn’t stop performing oral sex on Harry. Harry tried to explain it was the maid’s fault but the blonde Lady didn’t want to hear any reason. When the effect of the drug began to wane it was too late for the real Elizabeth as she was locked in Linda’s room in punishment and left alone.

The morning after Elizabeth woke up feeling very groggy and confused. She had only vague memories form the day before so when she noticed her skin was still dark she realised she was still in Linda’s body and recalled everything. She freaked out, realising how her maid had tricked her into drinking the drug and play exactly the part she wanted her to play. 

She demanded talking with Harry but obviously she was’t allowed to. After all, she had just seduced his boss, a married man and the consequences were going to be severe. She tried to reach the room with the body swap device but she didn’t have access to it anymore.

After a long wait, she was finally allowed to talk with Elizabeth, or at least the woman who was impersonating her. She stormed in her luxurious bedroom and demanded explanations, insulting her and attracting the attention of the lady’s personal guards. She realised she had to be careful and more quietly asked the blonde what was going on.

“Well, I guess this is pretty self explanatory. I love everything about your life. These clothes, this mansion, your blue eyes and blonde hair. This is the life I had always desired.”

“But… You can’t do this to me, I’ll tell Harry everything about the body swap and he’ll understand!”

“I already got rid of the device, there is no trace of the swap and I also deleted out accounts on the cloud. It would just sound like a made-up story to justify your behaviour but it’s too late for that. Btw, we are going to divorce. I caught you two having sex on camera yesterday so I’ll have no problem showing a proof of my husband cheating on me. That should be enough to get a good part of his wealth all for me, including this mansion.”

“You can’t do this, you are destroying my life!” – the brown girl bursted into tears.

“It’s my life now! As about you, you’re fired of course. You’ll get no benefits and you’ll have to leave this mansion by noon today. Btw, that’s one of my dresses!”

“Shit, I have got nothing else than a Mexican passport and a few bikinis! Everything else was borrowed from the mansion’s outfits.” 

The Latina girl was escorted out of the mansion by the lady’s bodyguards screaming and trying to bite their string hands with no avail. She was dropped outside of the mansion’s gates only wearing a bikini and a purse with her Mexican passport and a thousand bucks she had saved in the previous months. Luckily it was summer and the sea was not far so when a car passed by, she pretended to be a lost beach girl and got a lift to the closest beach.

There, she considered her options. She has none. Even finding a new job as a maid was not a viable option as she later discovered the fake Elizabeth had spread rumours of her bad conduct so, without a good recommendation letter from her previous boss there was no hopes to land any job. All she had were her looks and she had to admit that the Mexican girl, about 10 years younger than her seal self, was a real beauty. She tried her luck in the modelling industry but she was told she was too dark for that, which made her blood boil, thinking at her real nordic face and complexion.

A few weeks later, her money was running out so she had to sadly settle down to her new life. She was noticed by a local pimp who was looking for new girls for his brothel, the brunette was stunning and seemed desperate for a job so he offered her to settle any debts she had with the motel where she was staying and to hire her on the spot. The rich lady turned jobless Latina was uncertain for a second but realised she would regret it if she said no as she would probably end up selling herself on the streets if she was going to be jobless a little longer.

It wasn’t an easy change but she knew how to make men horny and had the body for it. Latina girls seemed to be in high demand so she was always fully booked. 

One day the real Linda found out about her and visited her at the brothel. Surprised about a female customer, she was getting ready for some girl on girl action when the blonde lady entered her working bedroom, wearing the most expensive fur coat she had ever seen. 

“I’m so glad to see how well you’ve adjusted! I just wanted you to know that I’ve won my lawyers have done an excellent job! I’ve basically got  everything that was once owned by Harry. The poor man is broke and lonely, so if he ends up here looking for some distractions make sure to be paid in advance!”

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Social climber

Ann was a college dropout who worked as a receptionist and made decent money. However, seeing the life of the wealthy customers of her hotel made her envious of them and their life of luxury.

One day, she met Nora, a young Saudi girl who was spending a semester abroad in the States. Her family accompanied her to make sure everything was ok as they are quite apprehensive about their daughter spending time in such a liberal society. Her family was staying in a suite in the hotel, so Nora often picked her family up from there when leaving to the city to show them around.

Ann eventually became friend with Nora, who was eager to meet new people as a newcomer.

Nora was a top-notch student in Economics and had a brilliant future in front of her. However, she was also bored with her life of hard work and would have liked to enjoy life a bit more if possible.

Ann couldn’t make obvious to her how precarious her position was: sure, she also lived in New York but she lived pay check to paycheck and her friends were also in her same situation. Hovever, she showcased her party lifestyle to Nora, who was eager to know more about such a different lifestyle from hers.

On the other hand, Ann couldn’t but notice how the financial means of Nora were apparently endless: she was driven to college by a private personal chauffeur, she could easily afford any dress she saw in the most expensive boutiques in New York and much more.

Despite that, one day Nora opened op with her friend about the fact that she regretted having to follow such strict behavioural rules and not being able to enjoy college life to the fullest.

One day, Ann, who often visited Nora in her apartment, found on Nora’s laptop some information about a body swapping device Nora’s family had recently acquired. As soon as she noticed this, she began to think about it, until one day, when Nora was slightly tipsy, she opened up about her idea: she suggested the two swap bodies for the remainder of the semester and enjoyed living each other’s life.

Nora was initially against this plan as the idea seemed her too crazy but then she was slowly talked into her by Ann and finally agreed. She got the device delivered there by some accomplices back in Saudi Arabia, then the pair proceeded with the swap. 

Nora was instantaneously amazed by the beauty of her new body and got lost contemplating herself in the mirror for some time after the swap. What kind of life could she have, with such a body and no inhibitions whatsoever? No judgemental parents and society to please, no grades, no pressure at all! She was also worried that Ann would totally ruin her academic scores but the had already given her all the assignments requested to complete the semester, so, in addition to her preexisting grades, there should be no problems there.

On the other hand, Ann was also fascinated by her new exotic looks. She had always found dark hair and eyes intriguing, so seeing them on herself made her oddly excited. 

Combining that with the enormous wealth she would have access to made her feel she got the best deal in the swap. Goodbye to cheap purses and dresses! She would never have to commute to her working place by public transportation anymore and new social circles would be accessible to her now!

Moreover, the body swapping device would be accessible to her only from on now, so she would have absolute control on the eventual date of their reversed body swap.

So Ann started to give a new twist to the Arabic girl’s life, spicing it up with more nightlife and dropping some classes, to the utter shock of her friends and classmates. However, given the previous work done by Nora and the essays she had previously prepared for Ann to send in, her grades did not drop for now so her family didn’t suspect a thing about what had really happened.

The parties Ann was now attending belonged to completely different social circles thanks to Nora’s wealth and connections. Combining Nora’s wealth and social circles with Ann’s social skills and party-like attitude always made the new girl the centre of attention in social situations. Moreover, Ann noticed how her exotic features were attracting more attention compared to the ordinary blonde, blue-eyed beauties that usually dominated the party scene.

As Ann in Nora’s body continued to project her persona onto Nora’s life, her party life started to dominate her schedule as she stopped attending classes altogether, to the shock of her old friends, who started commenting on how the Western lifestyle was corrupting her good nature.

Her dresses got more and more revealing and flashy as Ann’s taste and lack of modesty became less and less restrained by any attempts to pass more convincingly as Nora. People around her obviously noticed her quick change in personality but the physical resemblance was perfect so nobody suspected a thing. 

Once, Ann was invited to a gala where all the wealthiest students of her faculty were present. There she learned to appreciate expensive wines compared to the cheap beer she was used to drink just to get wasted with her old friends. Her lack of inhibitions also got lots of attention, especially when she quickly got tipsy due to Nora’s inherited metabolism, which wasn’t used to alcohol at all. This drew to her some welcome attention from the boys, while alienated any sympathy from the classy, well-mannered girls attending the event, not that that bothered Ann in the least.

Meanwhile, Nora was getting used to Nora’d body and readjusting herself to a simpler life made of long and dull working hours as a receptionists where no intellectual work was required, as she just had to put on a pretty smile and be nice to customers. She found It slightly degrading but found it surprisingly exciting to serve the same upper-class people she used to see as her peers and be deferential to them.

Her new job also gave her much more time and energy to go out and party in the evenings, which she never really managed to do before. Socialising was fun, she learned, and much more enjoyable than putting effort into her studies and assignments to be at the top of her class.

She was completely in love with her new hair and facial features as she had always secretly admired Caucasian beauty and loved fitting in so well in the local community.  She also had to spend some time learning which makeup palettes fitted her better now with her lighter skin tone as her old, expensive makeup was unfortunately useless. She resorted to the cheap products she could afford with Ann’s meagre salary and managed nevertheless a flawless look.

Nora also learned to enjoy hew newfound freedom and learned to express her sensuality more freely, without fears of being judged for the way she dressed or behaved. Ann’s friends seemed friendly and absolutely not judgemental, although not highly educated or wealthy. With some hesitation she joined them and embraced the restricted choice of cheap pubs and clubs she could now afford to enter with her friends. Dating guys who worked as gym trainers and truck drivers was something different to what she was used to but also exciting in an intoxicated way. Being treated as a princess for all her life repressed the  submissive side of her personality, so living as a low-class working girl made this, together with some natural lust for life come out all at once and make her enjoy her new lifestyle more than she could admit to herself.

The nightlife however was fantastic as this body seemed to attract lots of attention. Mixed with some of her old charm and good mannerisms she became even more popular than the old Ann. When asked why she got suddenly so polite, well-spoken and charming she smiled and told them it was the result of a behavioural class she was attending to improve her relationship with her wealthy customers.

She quickly learned how to dance and enjoyed going out for drinks regularly, also thanks to her body’s old metabolism, which was already well adjusted to this lifestyle.

After a few months, when the time was up and they were expected to meet again to swap bodies back, Ann didn’t show up as expected but left Nora a hand-written note, which explained her how she had destroyed the body-swapping device and how her plan had been to keep Nora’s body and life all along. However, she felt sorry for Nora and left her a check worth 10k $ to cover her rent and life expenses for a while if she needed a break from her job to recover from the shock. 

Nora collapsed on her bed for the surprise and cried a lot. How could she have been so naive? Her old life was taken away from her for good now, with her heritage and her wealth! Being forced to live as a working class, uneducated Western girl was too much for her pride, despite how much this stirred her up. 

After a while she went straight into the bathtub and took a warm bath, with her clothes still on. She tried to reflect more on her situation now. Ann had to be back to Saudi Arabia now that her visa had expired and she now had enough saved to get there and try to meet her again to hopefully make her change her mind.

However, it took Nora much more than the savings she got from Ann and a few weeks to trace the real Ann as the girl had not returned to Saudi Arabia as expected, but rather withdrawn all the money she was able to get from Nora’s bank account and was now enjoying a lavish lifestyle in Ibiza, Spain, far from her family and in a social environment where having fun was the only activity people had.

It took her several months to trace the American girl in her body and move to Ibiza. By that time she had run up of cash so the only way she could find to quickly raise some money in a foreign country with no higher education was to work as a stripper in a local club, crowded with horny tourists. 

At this point, Nora’s modesty was long gone and she had completely surrendered to the idea of using her body as a mere tool to get what she wanted, included pleasure. Her determination to resume her old, modest life as Nora was also fading, so she sometimes wondered what was she going to do now that she was close to meeting the cause of her troubles again.

One of the clients of the stripper club she was working for knew the fake Nora, so the blonde used all her charm to extract all the information she needed to find her that day.

She left the stripping club right away, still wearing the skimpy outfit that now was her work uniform and found Ann in her old body chilling by the sea, sipping a cocktail. The brunette was wearing extremely short pants, such a shame for her respectable, modest persona! 

“I’ve been tracing you” – she simply said to the real Nora – “I knew you’d come back to me. I see you have also changed, though. You’re an exotic dancer now, right?”. Ashamed, Nora didn’t know what to say. “Your old life doesn’t exist anymore anyhow” – Ann added, lighting up a cigarette – “I withdrew from college and devoted my life to having fun here!”. “My good name, my family, that’s such a shame, even worse than my destiny” – cried Nora in a last flash of her old personality.

“Come on, you’re just like me now, aren’t you?” – she asked to the blonde seductively – “all about feeling pretty and having fun, huh?”.

Nora couldn’t lie to herself anymore and nodded silently. Then Ann smiled and continued “Why don’t you join me in my parties? I can help you out financially and we can have fun together? You know what, you’re really hot in that outfit, how about you break another taboo, and we have some girl-on-girl action?”. As she said that, she got closer to Nora and kissed her on the lips, sealing her fate while making out with the girl who had stolen her life.

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Business insider

Charlotte was an American businesswoman working for a large Chinese business. Being an independent thinker as she was, she quickly realised the good career perspectives she would have in East Asia already at a young age, so she decided to learn the language and to start a career in China.

However, despite her effort, she realised she was never going to get top position due to herself being an outsider.

When she confronted her boss about this, he would avoid to address the topic and encouraged her to apply for different positions. After a while, he gave in and recommended her to pay a visit to a friend of his who could help her. The man in question was a cosmetic surgeon. Surgeries performed on Asians to make their eyes look more European had already been common practice for decades, but recently as Asian women began to be perceived an equally valid beauty standard as caucasian women, the opposite was also possible. He bluntly suggested Charlotte would undergo plastic surgery to acquire the facial features or an East Asian woman.

Charlotte initially refused but kept on thinking about it and eventually conceded that a minor surgery would show how far she was going to go to integrate, maybe giving her a hint of a mixed girl look, without changing her features completely.

A trip to Korea was therefore booked, with only a small intervention to her eyes planned. However, her boss, who was a powerful businessman with deep connections with the Party, had different plans for her and gave his friend different instructions. In fact, a set of experimental cosmetic surgeries not yet available to the general public, including permanent irises darkening, eyelid surgery, hair transplant and face reconstructing were performed on her. In the new China, skilled immigrants were only welcome as long as they were truly willing to fit in with the rest of the Nation and Charlotte was going to be a leading example.

Nothing was left as it originally was to have a more convincing result: her eyelids and eyebrows got also a transplant to match her new hair colour, her skin tone was permanently altered and her body hair were nearly completely eradicated to give an even more convincing impression or really being an Asian woman.

Expecting only a minor change in her appearance, Charlotte was utterly shocked when she realised what they had done to her. She looked like a brand new woman now, with no resemblance to her true self. It felt like an extracorporeal experience: she could feel and move this body who seemed to belong to a different woman though. 

On the bright side, she was going to have no problems at all integrating in the society, as she now looked like a native Asian young woman, but only now she realised the price she would have to pay. 

If she was ever going to relocate back to the States, the was going to be a minority looking like that. Yet another set of cosmetic surgeries to restore her original looks was not an option as it would inevitably look fake, at the point she would look like a mature actress who had too many cosmetic surgeries.

She was planning to talk about this to her family after the surgery to avoid any direct confrontation before it was too late, so that they would have to accept the results but now she was afraid of their reactions given its extent.

The surgeon made clear that he was simply following orders from Charlotte’s boss, who gave her no further explanations.

As she stared into her dark brown Asian eyes she pondered whether it had been a good deal to trade her sought-after caucasian features to blend in better in the Chinese society. Sure, the surgeons did a good job in preserving her beauty and she couldn’t deny she always found Asian girls very pretty and often envied their youthful looks too but being one of them was a very big step, one she never meant to take.

Weeks later, Charlotte’s doubts had only increased. 

Her career was finally going really well, she finally got the job she wanted together with a salary raise and an updated Chinese ID card updated to match her new face.

She also felt awkward opening up about this with her American friends so she began to avoid them altogether and only hang out with Chinese friends, who often complimented her on the big step she took. She became known as the American girl who turned Chinese, acquiring an unwanted popularity and being praised by everybody for her commitment in integration and her implicit acceptance of the superior beauty of Asian women.

On the other hand, her family didn’t react so positively instead. In fact, her father told her she was a disgrace for her family and disowned her. “Never mind – she told herself – I’ll get so rich soon anyways that sort of money won’t make any difference!”.

A few months later, when the surgeries had definitively settled in, she relocated to a different city and  applied for a top position in the local branch of the same company as before, wanting to avoid being singled out as the American girl who turned Chinese.

Having officially changed her name to Meilin Li and presenting herself as a second generation Chinese immigrant to the States who decided to move back to China to justify her American accent while speaking Chinese, she encountered no problems. Her CV spoke for itself so she easily got the job.

She enjoyed not being seen as the American girl who had turned Chinese as before but now if she wanted to stick to this new persona she had created for herself she had to always be in character and to describe how difficult it was to grow up as an Asian American in a deeply racially divided country, how much better it was to fit in in China and how deep her connection was with the country of her ancestors. 

With time, her accent got better and she began to drop any reference to the States when introducing herself to new people. She told herself she still was the American woman she had always been in the inside, but now she would forever be hidden behind a mask making her appear as Meilin Li, a mask she could never remove, even during intimate encounters, cementing her even further to her artificial new persona.

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Trait swap

Katherine was an attractive blonde who had recently started dating Tyrone, an athletic African-American medical student who had recently split with his girlfriend of 4 years, Alisha, a fellow African-American medical student. 

Katherine knew the two had a bad breakup so she felt utterly shocked and scared when she found Alisha in the apartment where she and Tyrone had recently started living together.

“Alisha, oh my God I… wasn’t expecting to see you here, how did you get in?” “Oh, I kept a spare key, I used to live here not long ago, you know, before you two got together.” “Listen Alisha, I know it must have been painful but you should just move on, it just didn’t work anymore between you two and… ” 

Alisha didn’t waste any more time “Shut up, you dumb blonde! I still don’t see how did you steal my man by the way! Puah, I can’t understand what did he see in you… However, I need your help to win him back.”

“What? Are you serious? What…”

“Listen to me, bitch!” – Alisha said as she extracted a long knife – “Now you’ll do as I say. I have quite some experience with autopsies from medical school, and I’m not afraid of using this one on you, is that clear?”

Katherine was too paralysed by fear to reply.

“Very good, now lay down here and let me attach the instrumentation to your body, I won’t hurt you, I promise you’ll walk away freely in a few hours!”

Not knowing what else to do, Katherine did as she was told and quickly lost consciousness due to the sedative administrated to her.

About half a day later, the extensive procedure programmed by Alisha had run its course, so she woke up first. However, it was a very different Alisha who stepped out of the bed: gone were her dark skin and hair, replaced by ivory skin and blonde, curly hair.

Alisha took some time to put on a black dress, pour herself some red wine, and enjoy her new reflection in a mirror, then she went to talk to Katherine, who had waken up in the meanwhile. She was still stuck to her bed so she couldn’t see herself but could clearly see the woman who was talking to her. “It’s me, Alisha” – the blonde said with a smile – “I know I look different, but let me explain. You see girl, Tyrone was always very open with me on any subject, including his deepest desires. The reason why it didn’t work anymore among us is that he began being exclusively attracted to white girls at some point. I guess it had to do with being surrounded by you white bitches, I have no idea. Anyway, I wasn’t going to give up on him so easily, so I did my research and got access to an experimental device that can swap physical traits between two people” – at that point Katherine was shaken by the realisation of what Alisha had probably done to her – “Yeah” – Alisha smiled maliciously to her – “You’re a smart girl, you must have understood it by now. You’re black. Oh, there is no turning back, the procedure is too experimental to be carried out twice on the same subject so you’re pretty much stuck like that now. Don’t worry though, you’re still a gorgeous girl, just not the kind Tyrone is into anymore though, hehe.”

Katherine finally regained the ability to talk after the shock “This… This can’t be true!” “Oh, it’s very much true my dear! Let me show you!”

“What the…” Katherine was again speechless at what she saw in the mirror. She couldn’t have doubts anymore, what Alisha told her was actually true. She had somehow switched their ethnicities. 

Katherine’s skin was as dark as Alisha used to be, her blonde mane was replaced by jet black hair which were already starting to curl up, her magnificent blue eyes had been replaced by dull black irises and her facial features gave away her new pure African background. She was still very hot but of a kind of beauty so alien to her she was struggling to appreciate it. And, most of all, her identity was forever gone, how would she regain her boyfriend, her job, her life looking like a completely different person?

“Hehe how do you like your new ethnic vibe? That’s what you get for snatching the man of a black girl! Oh, don’t even try to tell Tyrone about this, I’m still very tempted to make you so fat and ugly you’d never have a boyfriend again. Be content to have become a hot black girl and ran away before I regret it!”

Katherine had little choice but to obey her, she moved to a new state with a fake ID and couldn’t find a better job than being an exotic dancer. She learned on her skin how differently women of colour are treated in her country and every comment she got about her skin or ethnicity was a painful reminder of the loss of her previous life, so unfairly stripped from her by her rival in love.

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Witness protection

“What do you mean for my security, Tim?” 

“I’m sorry, Miss Larsen, we have already discussed this, as part of the witness protection program you have been assigned a new identity. Some procedures will be necessary in order to protect you.” 

“Just call me Hannah, please. Still, why genetic therapy and surgical procedures? I thought people usually got a new name, a new place to live in a different city and that was all.” 

“This time it’s different, the criminal organisation you testified against won’t spare any effort to trace you down and get their revenge, we need to do everything possible to make you unrecognisable” 

“I understand, I’m just worried about how am I going to look…”

“Our security experts have already elaborated your future appearance based on several Instagram models, so you don’t have to worry about feeling insecure about your new looks. We will inject you with an agent that will progressively replace your own DNA with the artificial one crafted by our geneticists, so there will be no way of knowing who you really are. Some additional surgeries will be required to adjust some details. The procedures will begin tomorrow at our top secret facilities, you won’t leave our top security facilities for the time being” 

“Can I at least know any detail about how am I going to look?”

“It’s better for your own security if this information doesn’t get spread around before the surgeries, I’m sorry. We’ll now perform some minor surgeries together with injecting the genetic agent to facilitate the transition and we’ll reassess the situation afterwards.”

When Hannah woke up from the sedation she was horrified to realise how much her complexion had changed.  She still looked like herself, just way more exotic. Her natural blonde mane was replaced with dark brown transplanted hair that gets curly at the extremities and her baby blue eyes, once her pride, were permanently covered in dark brown. Her skin also looked more tanned. When Tim checked on her, she erupted in a series of complaints “Why didn’t you tell me I was going to look like a completely different ethnicity too?” “I’m sorry your blue eyes and blonde hair had to go but we assumed you had no particular racial bias…” “Hmm, sorry, that’s not what I meant, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting this. Am I going to look like a Latina? Why do I also look younger?” “You will indeed look younger, but I’m not authorised to give you additional information. Just be aware that the changes are not done yet, we’ll leave you alone for some time so you can get accustomed with the changes in your body in privacy and we’ll get back to you in a few weeks, when a final surgical procedure will be necessary to implement some final changes that can’t be obtained by genetic therapy only.”

Hannah didn’t want to show any racial bias indeed – she’s never been racist, but she had always been proud of her Nordic features. Why did this have to happen to her? Why being forced to adopt a different ethnicity? And how was she going to look like? 

Diary entry – day 15

They aren’t even checking on me any longer. 

The DNA replacement is slowly proceeding, we’re two weeks in now and I look… I don’t even know what. My hair has become all frizzy, I don’t know what to do with it anymore. 

Still struggling to cope with all this. I only testified against them, it’s so unfair that I have to give up on my identity to this extent. I’m not racist but I was so proud of my English and Scandinavian background. 

On the bright side I do look younger and I also noticed my skin tone has stabilised now, I probably won’t get darker than this. I can’t believe I’ll have to straighten my hair from now on but with straight hair I might still pass for Italian or something. I’ll probably be just a slightly exotic white girl.

Diary entry – day 24

I guess I had spoken too early the last time. These new genes have really started to kick in and the results are pretty dramatic. I was trying to tell myself if was just the lighting but my skin is definitely a few shades darker now. It’s not just a tan, it’s a deep mocha color. My facial features have shifted a bit too, to match my new complexion I guess and my hair is even more frizzy if possible now. It’s hard to accept it but I won’t be able to pass for a white woman anymore with this complexion. I don’t know what to say.

My last set of surgeries is scheduled for tomorrow, I’m afraid of what I might look like afterwards.

Diary entry – day 28

The last remnants of my past self have been removed with the surgeries: my lips have been inflated, my nose and cheekbones remodelled and I even had to undergo breast implants surgery. I now have the body and the genetic heritage of a black girl. This is just too much, I can’t take it anymore.

They justified the boob job saying they wanted to make my body type match better with my new persona and ethnicity. Also, if anybody spotted traces of cosmetic surgery it would draw less attention in a doll-like girl with silicone breasts, they said, so I had to look the part. I cannot believe it. 

Apparently they also altered my metabolism so that I am now going to gain weight, no matter what I eat. With all the time I spent in gyms to keep my body thin now I’ll be forced to become a thick black girl.

Diary entry – day 97

My weight has finally reached a stable value now. Luckily all the fat has accumulated in “the right places” I guess, but the image I see in the mirror doesn’t reflect who I am inside. I might look like a hourglass-shaped thick black girl but I’m still the same classy thin white woman inside. 

At the same time, the signs of my new identity are everywhere. My new body shape has inevitably changed the way I walk for example, I can’t avoid swaying my hips in very obvious way, and they even insisted on teaching me new pronunciation patterns and vocabulary to “fit in more” – I’m only allowed to speak in black vernacular now, it will soon become natural to me, I was told.

I haven’t only lost the possibility to express myself freely, I have also lost access to my family wealth – I can rely only on a minimum wage salary and a tiny apartment in the outskirts of a big city of the south now so my lifestyle has changed dramatically.

I’m starting to realise that there’s no way back to who I was, I might as well learn to be a proud Black woman. So this is me now, I’m Alisha Williams and I’m going to be a busty black woman for the rest of my life. I still can’t believe this is real. 

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it’s time to announce you all I have decided to embark myself in a new adventure, a Patreon page for Alexxx’s RC stories!

There will be a new story every other week and the possibility for my community to interact through polls on the plot of my new stories and even through direct commissions.

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Heiress

Rania was the daughter of an Arab tycoon who got rich thanks to the oil industry. She was currently an exchange student at Harvard and was enjoying the newfound freedom, although she secretly envied the careless life most American girls seemed to enjoy. She studied hard and spent her little free time with fellow law students at Harvard, mostly other conservative Middle Eastern wealthy students.

She was expected to remain virgin until marriage as was customary in her culture and to avoid being seen while scantly dressed or in company of a man. She had long questioned these values but her father was very strict about them and always checked on her through his personal spies.

Ashley on the other hand was a carefree American girl who only cared about enjoying life. She didn’t want to commit to a relationship yet so she enjoyed her life to the fullest jumping from a one-night stand to another. She worked in the local cafeteria on campus and did some night shifts in a club downtown. As a high school dropout she never had the chance to have a better career or to get to know wealthy people so when she became friends with Rania she asked her lots of questions about her life. Rania was also interested in her life and began to envy the sexual freedom her friend enjoyed.

At some point Rania came up with a plan: her family had developed a device which would switch the DNA and appearance of two people. It was used to replace competitors and foes of her father with his agents and very few people were aware of its existence. Rania happened to know the geneticist who built the machine, a nerdy young man who was desperately and helplessy in love with her. He would never object to her requests – thought Rania. She only had to convince – or trick Ashley into the swap. She just wanted to enjoy a week or two of freedom, have some action with the boys and return to her life. Ashley initially found this very sketchy but as Rania promised her the same amount of money she usually earned in a whole year and any resistance disappeared. Rania invited Ashley to her home country for a short visit home during spring break and, toward the end of the trip, secretly operated the swap.

As soon as the effect of the sedative ended, Ashley woke up and stared at herself in the mirror. As much as she had always found Rania beautiful in her exotic way, she found it disturbing to have become a brown-skinned, black-haired Middle Eastern girl. She always associated darker complexions with low waged immigrants, mostly from Mexico and although Rania wasn’t certainly poor she felt slightly ashamed by what she had done to herself.

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Rania, on the other hand, was absolutely loving her new looks and couldn’t get enough of her new blue eyes. They realised that, although they kept all of their memories, they were now speaking as the body they were in, which meant Ashley was now fully fluent in Arabic.

As soon as they returned to the States, Ashley enjoyed her wealth as now was able to access Rania’s astounding wealth and began wasting tons of money in fancy dresses. She also partied more than Rania did and paid little attention to lectures. Rania’s father complained to Ashley about her attitude but she didn’t get the seriousness of the threats and kept living that way. She was beginning to appreciate her new ethnic beauty and to use it together with her wealth to get guys who used to be out of her league.

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Rania meanwhile was having the time of her life doing anything she could only have dreamt of doing: partying hard, having open relationships with multiple men, smoking weed… She only had a dozen t-shirts and dresses to pick from now but didn’t mind it. She also enjoyed having a menial job which would leave her head fresh and empty for the nights.

A few weeks after the swap (the initial week or two got extended as Rania was loving her time in Ashley’s body way too much to stop) a picture of Ashley in Rania’s body which almost showed her breasts was posted on Instagram. Rania’s dad lost his patience and asked his agents to bring the girl immediately back to his emirate. Ashley was given no time before leaving the States and the only attempt she could make to contact Rania failed as the now blonde girl was enjoying herself to the fullest with her new boyfriend.

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As soon as Ashley landed in the Emirate, she found that Rania’s father had set up strict rules for her: she had to get rid of all her wardrobe and fully embrace a traditional Muslim woman lifestyle: she had to cover her hair, dress in black and hide her curves. She also lost any access to social media as they would have “corrupted her morality”, cutting any tied with the real Rania. Ashley had never felt more scared before so she complied without any objection. With time, her last hopes faded away and she fully submitted to her new life.

As soon as the real Rania realised what had happened, she felt into total despair. Gone were her old life, wealth and even the honour of her name. How could she have done this to herself? She tried to contact the guy who was in charge of the genetic lab but as soon as he realised what had really happened, he resigned and moved abroad to escape from Rania’s father in the remote case he realised what had really happened.

When she realised how badly massed up her situation was, she gave in to pleasure and spiralled down a list of demeaning jobs, ending up as an adult movie actress.

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Complex

Alessia was an Italian-American girl who dreamed of being a model. However, the texture of her hair and her olive skin always set her apart from the blonde goddesses she looked up to. She never felt like one of them and consequently lacked the confidence needed to succeed in her career.

She had often tried a different look with lighter and straightened hair to look more like the ideal self she had in mind, but she was told it looked off on her. One day, she was contacted by a modelling agency which specialised in models with minority ethnic backgrounds. Her new agent suggested her a different approach: “Why don’t we enhance your natural beauty instead? You look slightly exotic, why not insisting on this note instead? Once you’ll be able to pass for mixed or brown, you will stand out more!”. Alessia felt slightly offended. She knew Italian Americans had long struggled to be accepted in the wider white American society and she felt like betraying her community by turning her exoticity into an advantage. I mean, sure, Ariana Grande did the same quite successfully – she told herself – she can pass for Latina and hence gain a lot in popularity, I could do the same after all. A bit reassured by her own thoughts, Alessia signed a contract binding her to some minor cosmetic readjustments and started working. Her hair was dyed jet black, even darker than her natural colour, and curled up even more, which distressed her a bit as she was already picturing herself as a Latina beauty with luscious, shiny straight black hair instead. On top of that, she also had to follow a strict tanning schedule, combined with some melanin pills. What look were they going for?

After a few weeks, Alessia looked very different, her brown skin and kinky curls suggesting a North African descent or something like that, which scared her. The melanin pills also turned her eyes completely black, giving her face an unmistakeable exotic flavour. “Oh God, I look even less like my ideal self now! Jeez, I look so dark, like one of those brown girls! And my hair looks kind of afro? That’s not what I had in mind for myself, I’ll have to hide myself from my colleagues and friends or they will make fun of me! Let’s hope it will help me for my career at least.”

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She was indeed contacted to shoot some nice advertisement but something that distressed her was that they now systematically classified her as a brown model and even encouraged her to get an even deeper tan. She had to fulfil the obligations of her contract, so she went with it even if she was struggling more and more to accept her changing looks. When asked about her ethnicity, she even had to lie, saying that she was half Italian half African American to explain her name.

What troubled her even more was that people were starting to treat her differently due to her skin colour and that, instead of feeling more confident thanks to her professional success, she felt even more insecure and different from those blue-eyed blonde models she always compared herself with.

A few months later, Alessia was suggested to undergo some minor plastic surgeries to enhance her facial features, including lip fillers, cheeckbone adjustment and a touch up to her nose. She was slightly worried about them but told herself that those were probably just some classic cosmetic interventions to make her cuter.

After the surgeries, she realized that her appearance was drastically changed. Her lips, rather than looking artificially inflated looked like the natural lips of a girl of pure African descent, as well as her cheekbones. Her nose still retained some caucasian features, although it was surgically broadened. They also took the occasion to boost the melanin running in her system to a unprecedented level for a white girl.

As soon as she saw her new reflection, Alessia freaked out. She couldn’t keep on doing this any longer. She decided to rescind the contract, despite having to give up on most of her earnings, and with no savings to pay for surgeries to revert the effects of what they did to her.

However, she quickly realised that with her darker appearance, modelling was out of question so she was forced to return to the same agency, where she had to sign a contract which left her with even less control over how her looks could be enhanced.

The first surgery drastically altered the shape of her face, making it less elongated and giving her a more youthful appearance. Her nose was also heavily modified to give it an even broader shape that could be naturally found only in Sub-Saharian Africa. Nobody could mistake her for anything else then pure African-American.

On her way to the second clinic, Alessia did not even bother to check her appearance, she preferred instead to wait to see the full extent of her final transformation. She knew her identity was being taken away anyway and it was pretty clear that she would soon have the looks of a girl of pure African descend. She had struggled for so long to feel accepted as a white girl and now she was giving up to the point she let her looks be modified beyond recognition to match those of a black girl, what was the meaning of that?

The second set of surgeries included a full hair transplant to make sure that Alessia’s hair would always be either kinky or styled in dreadlocks, then her bloodstream was flooded with enzymes designed to stimulate the production of melanin in skin cells to full capacity. To make this permanent, apposite enzyme-releasers were placed under her skin. When Alessia awoke, a few days later, she was the epitome of African beauty.

To avoid any accusation of extreme black fishing, she was forced to legally change her name to Alyssa, much more acceptable for a black girl like she now was.

With her newfound blackness her life changed in many ways. People treated her with a clear racial bias, the only group which was now more friendly with her were the African Americans, who treated her as one of them, even if she didn’t feel one of them yet. She always claimed she had some Italian in her, although most people were struggling to see any trace of it given her classically African appearance. Dating also became more difficult. She was a model of course, so she always got every guy’s interest but most of the guys she dated had a black girl fetish, which she found pretty disturbing. She realised that her best options were, again, Black guys. She had to admit that making out with black guys turned her on in a special way, maybe she had always had a thing for Black guys, and also feeling her full lips agains his ones, seeing her black dreadlocks falling on her lover’s wide shoulders felt just right. She realised that these experiences deeply satisfied her submissive side, which had itself been fed by her comparisons with blonde models. She began to feel weirdly at peace with herself as a Black girl and even stopped claiming any European ancestry when introducing herself.