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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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.

The making of a fuckdoll

The CIA was investigating on a major prostitution racket which was importing prostitutes from Latin America to the States. They only needed one more step to get to the boss of the organization, and that required an agent on the field. 

Kate was the obvious candidate: brilliant, fluent in Spanish, and passionate for fighting for women’s living conditions, she had already done a lot in fighting against prostitution. However, the prostitution racket boss was already aware of their plans so they had already set up a trap for her: one of their girls contacted the police, asking for an appointment with one of their agents in plain clothes, with no recorders or anything. When Kate showed up there, she met Amalia, who had no choice and had to do what her pimp told her to do.

She told Kate her story, which was mostly true, but altered a few details, so that the police wouldn’t later be able to trace back who was behind it and instead pointed towards a local businessman who had nothing to do with that.

They met several times and when Kate thought she had enough proofs, she and her team started taking action against the unaware businessman she was told about. However, as no real proofs were found of any connection between him and prostitution, the situation became tense as he was threatening Kate to sue her for defamation. She had one last appointment with Amalia, where she was supposed to give her all the proofs she needed. Amalia told her to follow her somewhere. Kate knew it was dangerous but hoped she would finally find what she was looking for. Amalia opened an old door in a secondary alley, Kate followed her and everything went dark.

They sedated her and took her to their real headquarters. Not only did they want to make it impossible for her to be recognisable for her colleagues, they wanted to humiliate her.

They began by making her lose all her muscle tone by keeping her sedated for weeks. In the meanwhile, her colleagues were looking for her but focused their efforts on the false information Amalia had been giving Kate and focused their suspicions on the businessman wrongly suspected to be behind this so their efforts were sterile. In the meanwhile, they worked on other details to make her look more like a latina: they fed her with Melanotan, a commercial drug used to darken any skin tone. Her skin was quickly getting darker. Her hair was also slowly darkening but to quicken the results they opted for a full hair transplant, using real hair from a Latina prostitute who had recently been hit by a car.

The boss, Pedro Alvarez, decided to meet her in person when she woke up, weeks after having been sedated.

“OMFG, what did they do to me, why am I so dark? “

“This is just a sample of what we could do to you, my dear! Cooperate with us and we’ll stop there, you will have a normal life with a new identity as a Latina girl. You’ll have to register audio messages saying you have been kidnapped by the businessman, we will make sure your colleagues will find human remains with your real hair, the businessman will be incriminated and our business will be safe. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your own husband would ever recognise you!”

“I don’t care, I’ll never help you to get away with this, you pig!”

“You have chosen the hard way, too bad for you!”

Kate was instantly sedated again and they quickly started working on her body again.

They implanted permanent melanin stimulator under her skin. The effects of the melanin implants were quite transformative: her skin tone darkened further to a deep caramel and even her eyes turned completely brown. Her facial features were heavily altered, to the point that she couldn’t pass for a white woman anymore, she now looked Dominican or something similar. Her vocal chords were modified, so that she would never sound the same, and even her fingerprints were altered.

They filled up her natural A-sized breasts with silicon turning them into fake-looking E-size breasts. Her height was also reduced from 5′ 8” to 5’3” to make her breasts look even more disproportionate.

Kate woke up later in an empty room. She was still dizzy from the sedation, so she didn’t notice any change.

As soon as she found a mirror, she was astonished by her drastically altered look.

“Fuck, my face… What did they do to me? – she thought – What the fuck is this? You turned me into a Latina pornstar? My lips are so filled! And my breasts!”

“Monsters! My lips are huge! And my breasts so fake! Fuck, they even shrinked me! I don’t even look like myself anymore! Oh God, I look like a fuckdoll!”

“How will I be back to a normal life looking like this?”

Pedro entered the room while she was still gazing at her exotic looking reflection.

“Welcome to your new life! You will now work for us as a pornstar and will always live here”

Kate was extremely shocked and scared at this point but wanted nevertheless to put on a brave face so she started replying to him but a sudden sense of pain stopped her as soon as she opened her mouth.

“Oh, sorry, I almost forgot! We have implanted a chip in your brain that will make you feel the deep pain you have just experienced every time you’ll try to speak English. Only Spanish will be allowed here, ok?”

“Hijio de puta!” she screamed in her new sultry voice, then she stopped as she didn’t want to give him too much satisfaction by speaking Spanish.

“Haha, you just look prettier when you’re mad!”

“Get ready for your first adult movie, chica!”

It was becoming increasingly clear to her that her days as a cute white girl were over. Every time she spotted herself in the mirror, she struggled to accept that she now embodied such a foreign kind of beauty compared to what she used to be.

All that sex was also slowly breaking her. With every orgasm, every moans and every word in Spanish she was becoming more and more what they wanted her to become: a Latina fuckdoll. Her pride, her determination to fight for a better future for so many women left space to the resignation that she was now one of them, exploited purely to please men. Even if she managed to escape, she would have no chances to convince anybody of her true identity looking as a Latina fuckdoll who only spoke Spanish.

Months later, one of her former colleagues managed to sneak in as part of the camera crew and asked her “I know this is insane but we have traced our disappeared colleague Kate all the way to this place, all the traces lead to you”. For a split second she hoped she could after all go back to her normal life, but then the weight of the consequences she would have to face became clear to her: she would never be able to look normal again, the changes in her complexion seemed to be pretty much permanent, which, together with her new facial features meant that she was doomed to live as a Latina woman from now on. As for her fake curves, even if she could break free and get the necessary money for the procedures, would she risk more aesthetic surgeries, possibly with a botched job making her breasts or buttcheeks saggy? The same went for her lips. On top of that, all the porn movies she had already been filmed in would always be on the internet so people would always see her as an ex porn star. Would she be able to cope with all of this shame?

She headed straight to Pedro and told him, still conflicted: “El es un policia!”. They easily got rid of him and moved out of the States.

Months later, Kate, now known as Kiara had relocated to Mexico with the porn movies division of Pedro’s criminal racket. She also started working as a stripper to earn some extra money. They gave her more freedom as at this point they knew they had broken her. Since the day when she had willingly become their accomplice and since she knew she would then face prosecution in the States, something clicked in her. She completely surrendered to her fate and started eyeing rich Mexican drug lords as possible husbands or lovers, until she married Alejandro Vasquez, one of the most brutal of them, and fully became a Latina trophy wife.

A new voice for conservative America

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Tomi Lahren was a conservative journalist, very vocal about her opposition to recent immigrants, especially latinos. Somebody thought that she needed to be taught a lesson about the way she treated them, so they decided to swap her with with Susana Almeida, a Mexican weather girl.

They kidnapped both and started operating on them. They started by transplanting Susana’s brown mane on Tomi’s scalp.

Then they proceeded with a delicate face transplant aimed at switching the two women’s faces. After a few minor surgeries and after having her irises covered in brown pigment, Tomi looked a lot more like one of those people she used to hate.

Susana instead underwent a more gradual procedure: she was hypnotised and told that she won a free aesthetic surgery service which would boost her career. Being heavily drugged and under hypnosis, she accepted and signed all the legal documents.

She assisted in disbelief at her metamorphosis into a blonde-fair eyed beauty.

After the face transplant was completed, she looked like a living copy of Tomi Lahren, except the real Tomi didn’t look like herself anymore. Susana started a long mental conditioning program aimed at making her fluent in English and generally at turning her into a convincing reproduction of Tomi. Her Spanish knowledge was completely erased, as was most of her previous identity. She was given most practical information about Tomi’s life, conditioning her to believe that she was actually Tomi, but left her silly way of expressing herself, a certain sluttiness and a certain sympathy for minorities, united with a certain diffidence towards white people.

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Meanwhile, Tomi was undergoing the opposite procedure: her English was replaced with Spanish, including technical language connected to her job as a weather girl on Mexican TV, all practical information about her previous live like addresses and names were erased and substituted with Susana’s. However, unlike the Mexican girl, she was left aware of her true identity and free to speculate on what must have happened to her.

As soon as she regained consciousness, she was sitting in the studio where she was soon going to be on air. “What’s with my hair? And my skin? Why does it look so tanned?” – she thought. Then she noticed the unfamiliar settings and asked a guy who was fixing the lights: “¿Donde estoy? ¿Oh no, porque hablo español?”.

Before getting any answer, she frantically ran to the closest toilet, where she could finally see her new form: dark brown eyes, black hair and tan skin weren’t the result of coloured contacts, a dye and a tan, it looked too realistic. “Oh no, they made me look like one of them! ” Those dark brown eyes looked so disturbingly alien to her! She couldn’t but scream in Spanish: “Puta madre, soy una chica latina!”. She had long feared some sort of attack by the liberal establishment for her conservative stand on many topics but this was too much, they stole her own identity and life! After having cried a few more seconds, she fainted.

She was clearly too distressed to continue working, so she was sent home to recover from an apparent nervous breakdown.

A few weeks later

“Diecisiete grados en el centro de la ciudad y catorce en el aeropuerto
ahora veamos las fotos del satélite…”

Tomi had to accept that for the time being the only way for her to survive and make an honest living was to pretend she was actually Susana Almeida, a Mexican weather girl. She hated parading around in high heels and miniskirt and she hated even more showing so much of her now brown skin and flaunting her new black hair to arouse men: she now embodied Mexican beauty at its best!

Something deeply implanted in her brain sometimes made her think like “Who cares about the boring blonde girl I once was – I’m a hot brunette latina now, that’s so much hotter!” Then her normal self took over again: “Noo, what am I thinking? I have German and Scandinavian origins” To make her point clearer to herself, she repeated it loud “Tengo ascendencia alemana y escandinava…” but it just sounded ridiculous given her sexy Mexican accent and her new looks.

While Tomi was being trapped in the Mexican girl’s hot latin body, the real Susana Almeida was ruining Tomi’s reputation as a conservative, making statements which were absolutely not in line with what she was previously known for and eventually being fired by Fox News. Not really realising what was going on with her head, the now blonde airhead thought she would be better off as an Instagram influencer and a socialite than as a serious journalist.

The real Tomi followed her impersonator on Instagram to try to figure out what was happening, without making much sense of it, also because she had to translate everything into Spanish and still lots of details about politics in the States were really hard to understand for her now. However, the latest post by the fake Tomi Lahren was pretty clear and really enraged her: she was now apparently dating some black guy! What was going to happen to her reputation? Her family would disown her now!

“No, my life is over! Even if I managed to look like myself again my reputation would be lost!”

“Maybe I should just find myself a Mexican boy after all…” “No, what am I saying?” “Yet, this body is craving for some action and now that I’m Mexican too what would be wrong with that?”

Blackfish

Sonia was an Instagram star who did what many people refer to as blackfishing. She adopted an afro-inspired dreadlocks hairstyle, did lots of tanning sessions and filled her lips with various kinds of fillers.

She was noticed by the BLM movement, who decided to teach her a lesson about being black. They contacted her, telling her about how much of a good job she was doing at promoting black beauty and suggesting to help her fulfil that role even further. Too embarrassed to tell her about her true ethnicity, she replied them, thanking them and accepting the proposal. “It will probably be just some bullshit on Black history” – she thought.

When she met them, she made sure to look as black as possible, with dreadlocks and everything. She explained them she was mixed but was embracing her Black side more and more. They proposed her to try some experimental tanning injections, meant to make Black girls’ skin shine even more. She was slightly afraid of such a procedure but also excited to go even further into the whole blackfishing thing. Besides, it was only a temporary effect, she thought, why not trying it? She could have stopped as soon as the effects were too much. What she didn’t know, however, was that the injections actually aimed at replacing her DNA with pure African DNA, irreversibly altering her features.

After the first session, offered for free by BLM, she started noticing some effects pretty quickly: her skin was visibly darker in a matter of days. However, the effects didn’t stop there: her hips become broader, her butt started growing bigger, her skin darkened to an unprecedented tan which now fit in the light skin Black girl range. Her facial features were next. Subtle at first, the changes became harder and harder to ignore day after day: her nose flattened, her lips inflated to full African lips, her eyes darkened to a ink black color and changed shape.

When she couldn’t describe the changes as just a healthy tan she freaked out and called her reference person at BLM: “What have you done to me? I’m changing too much, I almost look like a full blooded black girl!” “That’s exciting, right? Keep us updated!” Too afraid to tell the truth, she could only stop taking the drugs and hoping this would be sufficient to reverse the changes.

However, it was way too late for that, as the were already in her circle. A few weeks later, she was unmistakably a black girl. Black skin, full figure, kinky hair in dreadlocks, strong African facial features, the whole package. She was now being treated like every Black person and learned the hard way the shortcoming of being black. She tried to hide herself, fearing being recognized but that was impossible. She hadn’t uploaded any picture ho her social media profiles since the transformation became apparent so there was no way she could be recognized.

When the BLM movement contacted her again, she had no more hopes left and just started crying “Why did you do this to me? I didn’t want to offend anyone, but I didn’t want to be black either!” “Nobody chooses their own ethnicity, we all have to live with that, just get used to your new life my dear!” “”Can’t you undo this? I promise I will apologise publicly!” “I’m afraid we can’t, sweetie! Also, don’t even try to use bleaching creams, we made your skin very irritable when coming in contact with” “Fuck, ok, you won, I’m really Black now. Now what? What have you planned for me?” “Oh, you can continue your career as an Instagram influencer, you’ll just have to start a new channel!” “But I lost my part-time job, my landlord won’t let me in, I don’t even have a valid ID card anymore!” “Why don’t you come by us so we can help you sort out your new life?”

Shortly later

“Oh, there you are, looking gorgeous! Why don’t you try on these new clothes? We thought you might as well change your style!”

A few minutes later

“Are you serious? Why would I dress like this?” “Hahaha, looking good sistah! Here’s your new identity: LaTrisha Jones, working as a back up dancer for a small African-American band!”