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!”

Halloween swap

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Cindy was a pretty blonde girl who wanted to surprise her boyfriend for Halloween. She knew he had a thing for Latinas, even if she couldn’t understand why would he like dull brown eyes and boring dark hair – she was kind of a racist – but still wanted to satisfy his need at least once.

So she contacted the Swap inc., a borderline illegal company offering body swaps for a low price, specifically seeking a good-looking Latina to trade body with. The company was seen as shady by many as it was said they covered illegal immigration affairs with their tools but that was probably just some bullshit.

When Cindy was contacted by the company, they showed her the picture of the hottest Latina she’d even seen. She agreed immediately and met with the girl, a Dominican named Carolina, on the day before Halloween. They connected their brains to some dedicated machines and a few minutes later the swap was over. They left with the agreement to meet again in 48 hours.

As soon as Cindy was back home, in Carolina’s body, she checked out how she looked and told herself “Fuck, she’s such a babe! I’m kind of envious of this body now, haha”.

On Halloween day, she told her boyfriend to come at her place to spend a fun night together, telling him to expect a surprise from her.

When he entered the door, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. So, she stared at him playfully and said: “Come on, don’t be so shy! I know you like Latinas, it’s ok, I thought you would have enjoyed having a latina girlfriend for one night, so I swapped body with this Dominican girl. It’s still me inside here so no need to feel guilty!”

They had the best sex of their lives, and the morning later she headed to the place where she was supposed to meet the other girl, in her body.

After a while, she checked the time “Dammit, she should have been here one hour ago!” – so she called the agency, but nobody answered. She then started to panic, so, feeling a presentiment, she checked for any news about the Swap inc. and to her dismay she found out that the company was declared illegal and forced to stop its services with immediate effect. Usually, customers were contacted and swapped back but apparently her body swap partner must have been an illegal immigrant as she already suspected so she took her chances to get away with a new face and ethnicity. “I’m so fucked, I have the body of an illegal immigrant and no way to get mine back! – she thought – My only chance is to convince Jake to marry me as I am so that I can be an American citizen again!”


As soon as she came back home, she put on a revealing dress and prepared herself to seduce her boyfriend once more.

“Hey babe, you know what, I’ll keep this body so you can have your hot Latina wife every time you need her.” “Why did you… ? – her boyfriend started to freak out – You my Family would never accept me marrying a brown girl! Oh God, why? Ok, that went too far, we’re done! Good luck with new life, chica!”

A few months later

After having attempted everything to win her boyfriend back or to get in contact with the girl who was now inhabiting her body, Cindy, who now went by Carolina, realised that the only way to earn money was by doing something illegal, as she had no valid documents, so the best she could manage was becoming a luxury escort. Highly educated Latinas were in high demand, so she could easily earn lots of money in a short period of time. However, police controls were becoming tighter so it was a matter of time before they caught her. Sooner rather than later, she would have to collect all her savings and to move in the Dominican Republic, the only place where she could legally stay and fit in the society. What would her life be there? She was afraid to even think about that. Even if the perspective of being a wealthy latina woman with a gorgeous body was kind of exciting. Maybe she would get herself a local man to enjoy her wealth and youth even more!

A new style

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Claire was an aspiring violinist. She moved from her small town in Kentucky to New York where she would have bigger chances to succeed. However, the competition was tough, so the only offer she got was a shady announcement which mentioned helping young musicians succeed in their careers.

She had a rehearsal and was selected for the program. “Congratulations, you really impressed us with your skills! Thanks to our program you’ll get the best chances to succeed in your career! This will entail binding your artistic performances to our brand exclusively for 3 years, you know, we are going to invest a good amount of money on you and would like to see you artistically blossom within our brand of course! ” “Sure, that sounds… terrific” – Claire had no other options so the idea to only work for them for 3 years was not a big constriction. If anything, it made her feel secure. “What kind of investments do you have in mind?” “Oh, you know, we’ll leave the technicalities to our marketing experts, names, clothes, they might even slightly alter your appearance to make it more suitable to your audience’s taste…” “Wow, that sounds a bit extreme to me” – said Claire, suddenly feeling there was something shady there – “No worries, they’ll probably just get you a new set of concert dresses and a makeup artist” “That would be pretty nice actually! I just demand they won’t touch my hair, I’m really vain about my blonde mane and I wouldn’t change it to fit any diktat from above.” “Sure, we can include that in the contract: here – Keeping blonde hair”.

After having settled down that, there was another shady section about the music she was obliged to play “You would have to play the authors the producers demand you to play, would that be ok for you?” “Well, that’s how it usually goes in this kind of contracts I guess” She was expecting to have to make her repertoire a bit more popular than usual, like playing more Mozart, Beethoven and Brahms instead of the less known composers she preferred but she was kind of expecting this, so she signed the contract.

A few days later, she was scheduled for a visit in a medical facility where she was asked all sorts of questions, including where did her family live, where did her boyfriend live and so on. Unfortunately for her, her parents dies when she was a teenager, she broke up with her boyfriend as soon as she moved away from her hometown and she still basically didn’t know anybody in NY. Her closest relative was an old aunt living in Pennsylvania. She was told she was just going to get a few routinely blood tests, when she started to feel dizzy. The needle in her arm was pumping a powerful anaesthetic into her veins.

As soon as she lost conscience, the plastic surgeons started to operate on her. The changes required to her appearance were drastic and the producers didn’t’ want to waste the opportunity they saw in her. She had a great talent but classical music didn’t sell so well apart for a few people. Why not exploiting those musical skills in a way more commercial kind of music? How about a urban singer which is actually extremely talented? It would require lots of retraining, sure, but she would stand out so much! Of course, that would entail drastically altering her appearance and that was what the surgeons were busy with. They started by reshaping her facial features beyond recognition: her nose became flat and broad, her lips were unnaturally filled up, her blue eyes were covered in fake-looking pink permanent contact lenses, her whole face proportions were remodelled, erasing her Nordic features and giving her all the signs of an African background. Her breasts were inflated, making them look fake and plastic and her skin was permanently darkened to make it match the mocha colour which was becoming the new beauty reference. They were obliged to keep her hair blonde, but were left free to replace her natural blonde mane with a platinum blonde wig permanently glued to her scalp.

Weeks later, when she recovered, they dressed her up in a very revealing and trashy dress and woke her up.

“What happened, why did this take so long?” then she noticed her brown arms and went blank, not being able to make any sense of that. As soon as she took a glance to the nearest mirror, she started screaming

“What? Is this me? What the f**k have you done? You monsters! Nobody will recognise me now! My skin! My face! Oh f**k, is that what they meant in the contract?” “Precisely, my dear!” – said the producer, who had been observing the whole scene “I was expecting some criticisms from your side, so I am here to remind you of your duties. You are legally obliged to work for us for three years now, else you’ll have to pay a fine equal to the amount of money we spent on you, which is superior to one million dollars” “That’s a lot of money, I don’t have them!” “Of course not” “How do you even expect me to play the violin with these nails? Do you think an African American violinist would be more commercially appealing to a more diverse audience?” A part of her was starting to see the good side of the whole situation when she got a cold shower “Oh, we didn’t hire you to play that kind of music! We need you skills as an urban singer and dancer. You will start your training soon. We had to alter your appearance to give you better chances of success, altering your ethnicity was part of that. We hope you won’t mind but you certainly aren’t a bigot, are you?” Claire covered her face with her brown hands, hiding her anger and desperation. There was no way out at this point, they had tricked her into something unthinkable of. She, a black trashy singer? One of those music stars who were more appreciated for shaking their fake butts and boobs than for what they were singing? How could she have done this to herself, sacrificing everything to her career, even her own identity? F**k, she used to look like every man’s ideal wife, now she still looked hot but more as the dream of fuckboys or the kind of girl guys would be ashamed to introduce to their parents, unless she… No, she would have never dated a black guy

After months of brainwashing, Claire now LaBlonde was starting to sound convincing, even though a part of her was hating that.

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After three years, she had given up her fake blonde hair color, the last remnant of her previously identity as she was getting negative comments about not embracing her heritage, so she started to show a more natural looking dark, curly wig. The same went for her eyes, which were now permanently covered in black pigment. She felt so defeated at that point she actually requested the changes herself, completely enslaved by what her public demanded from her.

When her contract was about to expire, she tried to pick up the violin again and realised her new skills had completely overwritten the old ones, maybe that was their plan all along. With one droplet of tear falling on her heavily made-up face, she realised that she was LaBlonde for good, a trashy black urban singer and her old identity was lost forever.

Virtual reality 2

Everyday Ann was often referred to as a “chica caliente” or other names by her colleagues, who were precisely told to do so. A part of her was secretly aroused by this, but she always played offended when referred to in those terms.

What Ann was not aware of is that while she was sleeping she was fed with melanin stimulators which made her skin, hair and eyes get darker by the days. Toward the end of the month, Maria secretly brought her to a secret cosmetic surgery ambulatory out of town, where a female friend of her, also Latina and fed up with all the discrimination she was forced to face on a daily basis, further modified poor Ann’s appearance. Her height was reduced by compressing her spine, her face was completely remodelled to make it look like a young and attractive Latina girl, her natural blonde hair was eradicated from her scalp and replaced with jet black straight hair. Now she looked exactly like her Virtual Reality image.

After that, she was sent to Guadalajara in Mexico, where she woke up, scantly dressed and with nothing else than a purse with a few pesos in her hand.

“What’s this now, do I get to experience a real Latina girl life in some shithole country?” While figuring out where she was, she tried to talk to a few horny men who were too distracted by her curvy figure to be able to answer her properly. From their broken English, she was told where to find an American consulate in town. Once she got there, she demanded to be brought back to the States, her company was probably going to pay for the travel expenses. The clerk seemed suspicious “Name and date of birth, please miss” “Ann Clover, 13 January 1989”. A few moments later, the clerk replied, vaguely embarrassed “We have a matching profile in our database but you don’t look anything like her, miss”. “Oh come on, is that a joke? Let me get rid of this stupid VR thing” – doing so, she tried for the first time in a month to get rid of the device she had gotten used to wear. But there wasn’t anything there! She panicked for a few instants before reaching the closest mirror. “What the fuck? Where’s the device?” “Ehm are you ok miss?” – they asked her. “I was wearing a Virtual Reality device, that’s why I looked like this, I thought, and and…” “Ok, that makes no sense. You have wasted enough of our time here. Security, please escort her out of here.” “Take your hands off me, you dirty *******!”

What the actual f**k, had they messed up with her so badly? She hid in a dark alley and checked her boobs behind the bra. It felt absolutely real, that wasn’t absolutely augmented reality. It was however augmented in a way as she saw a scar below the globes. They had actually operated her to make look like like… “Oh shit” she managed to say, before fainting.

When she woke up, her destiny had had a fatal blow again. Maria’s plan was to rescue her a few hours later and to give her a new identity as a Mexican immigrant to allow her to live a decent life at least, even if she wanted her to espiate her sins. However, a pimp noticed her luscious body in the empty alley and took her to his brothel, figuring some other pimp was invading his area. However, he found no signs of identification and concluded it was his lucky day. That was going to be a good addition to his collection of girls.

1 year later

Maria realised that something went wrong pretty soon but she was powerless. There was no way to contact Ann so she did her best to hide the clues that would lead the police to her. After a few months, Ann was declared disappeared and the police lost interest in the case. Maria was indeed one of the last people to have seen her but there was no way of suspecting her role in the whole story. However, she felt deeply guilty about what could have happened to Ann and, as soon as she had some free time, she went back to Guadalajara looking for her. At some point, she had a suspicion and started checking the prostitutes standing in the main road. After a while, she spotted her, her face covered in heavy makeup, even more scantly dressed than before and shameless shaking her fake butt. “Ann, is that you?” Maria asked her, in English. It took a moment for Ann, who now went by Anita, to recognise her but she hated her so much she didn’t want to give her any satisfaction. She could have regained her freedom now but pride was more important to her. “Yes, it’s me and you know what, what you did to me was the best thing ever to happen to me! I have always been a slut, you helped me to embrace it!” “What are you saying? Are you drugged or what?” “Not at all! Oh, I see you can’t keep your eyes off me, I also offer services to girls you know? No judgement, haha!”