Josh was a ruthless policeman well-known for the disproportionate violence he used against African Americans. He always managed to avoid being prosecuted for it but it was a well-known fact. His colleagues knew him for being a white supremacist.
Therefore, a secret branch of the All Lives Matter movement decided to take action and to try to change his view on black people. They kidnapped his daughter Angela during a school trip in the woods, returning her a few days after, apparently unharmed. They actually implanted melanine stimulators under her skin, coupled with other artificial hormone implants which were programmed to affect her development at specific times. Angela was the love of Josh’s life so he was extremely happy when she was found. She couldn’t remember anything so they concluded she got lost in the woods and forgot the whole experience as a reaction to the traumatic.
The incident was forgotten, and Angela grew up.
By one year, she had grown up quite a bit, but something else had changed about her too, she started having a darker complexion. His father would have preferred her to stay blonde as when she was younger but knew that hair often darkens with age in kids, so he wasn’t too bothered by that.
However, a few years later her hair and eyes had turned completely brown, at odds with her family’s colours. Most people assumed she was Latina at this point. To her father’s dismay, she even started to have more friends in the latino community as they seemed to be more welcoming to her than white kids.
At this point, people started to notice Angela’s changed complexion and started spreading rumours that her actual father was a Latino man Josh’s wife was having an affair with. Josh couldn’t stand the idea so he had her take a DNA. However, confirmed that Angela’s natural parents were Josh and his wife.
Then one summer during a summer camp things suddenly changed. Being exposed to the sunlight all day, her skin quickly tanned, at an unseen speed for a white girl.
Not only her skin would quickly darken, but her facial features were also slowly slightly remoulded.
At the end of the camp, she didn’t look as a white girl anymore. She freaked out and sent a selfie to her dad, who didn’t know what to say.
Not only that, she also quickly began to grow a fuller feature. Puberty was hitting her, so that was nothing surprising.
But the speed at which her skinny figure became a curvy one was exceptional.
Within one year, her figure was that of a curvy model. What a change from the skinny white girl she used to be!
Her skin continued to darken, to the point when it was simply impossible to describe it as a deep tan. Her nose also became broader. She kept on wearing sunglasses as much as she could because she was ashamed of what was happening to her.
At some point, Angela had to face reality: she was now a black girl. “At this point I might as well embrace who I am, instead of being ashamed of it! – she thought – I can still be a hot girl, even if not the blonde, blue-eyed my parents expected me to be!”
She went to a hairdresser’s specialised in afro hair to get her hair straightened.
With a few adjustments to her makeup, she was absolutely stunning.
She felt pretty again and in the end decided to embrace her natural curls. However, being so focused on her looks and feeling the effects of the hormones, her grades fell and she had to drop out of high school. Given her amazing body, she easily got a job in a stripper club downtown.
Alexis was an American high class escort. She was already filthy rich but she always wanted more. After a few proficuous years of escorting in Las Vegas, London and Amsterdam she discovered a better way to get rich quick: being a personal escort, entirely devoted to one man for a certain period of time. The salary was a tenfold increase from her previous one, so after a couple of years of that she would be as rich as she could ever get after a whole career of plain escorting.
She contacted an agency and submitted an application with her portfolio. Handing in the portfolio with her naked pictures, she felt some mild disgust for herself. That’s not the career she wanted to do. She wanted to be a model, or an actress… But maybe one day with a ton of money saved she could become a Hollywood socialitè or something like that.
After a while, she was told by the agency that they had found a possible match: Amir, the young son of an emir was looking for his first concubine, the highest position available for a non-Muslim woman in the tradition of his Emirate. The salary was absolutely incredible, another tenfold increase from her expectations. “Wow, this sounds incredible! He looks hot too! What’s the catch?” “Well – her agent said – the contract mentions possible body modifications to adjust your body to his type, but it guarantees that it would allow you to have a successful career as a model afterwards.” “Oh, that’s weird – said Irina – should I worry about it?” “Nah, you are stunning and young and he was explicitly looking for a blonde fair-eyed girl like you, with your body measures, so I’m not expecting it to exploit this part of the contract. In the worst case you might end up with slightly bigger breasts…” “Well, I like my D cups as they are, and I don’t want to end up with giant udders, these Arab men like their women to be curvy, right? I’ll sign the contract if he assures me that my weight will remain the same after any modification!”
After a few days, this clause was approved by Amir so the deal was confirmed.
Irina quickly terminated her previous contact and flew to Riyadh, where she was picked up by the emir’s staff. She sat in a limousine for hours. As the glasses were completely black, she had no idea where exactly she was heading to. She was served food and any kind of commodity, apart from internet connection. “Shit – she thought – I really wanted to upload a selfie on my Instagram”. She asked the driver but with no avail “Something’s fishy here – she thought”.
However, when she finally arrived, her fears disappeared. She was going to live in something grander than any villa or resort she had ever seen.
Amir was the coolest guy she could hope for: fluent in English, athletic, smart and filthy rich.
They had a good chemistry, so their time together in bed was really enjoyable.
“You’re so hot – she said – and your big brown eyes make you so sexy!” “You would look sexy too with brown eyes!” That caught her off guard. She remembered about the clause and started to worry “Yeah, sure, they are so warm, but I think that my eyes fit better with my face as they are, don’t you think so?” “We’ll see about that, but now I really want to see you with brown eyes”. “I could try on contact lenses if you want”. “No, I prefer something more realistic. I’ll schedule a quick procedure for you in my private cosmetic clinic. You won’t feel anything and the recovery will be extremely quick!”. “What kind of procedure is that? I know it was possible to turn brown eyes blue but I have never heard of the opposite!” “That’s just due to Eurocentric beauty standards, but this will change someday – he added with a grin – anyway, to answer your question, yes, it’s perfectly possible.”
She looked so different now! Contrasting with her brown eyes, now her blonde hair looked dyed. “Haha, my hair looks dyed now!” “Would you like to explore your look further? To lose yourself in the bliss of body modification?” She was so turned on by the whole situation, for the first time in years she wasn’t just working, she actually felt attracted to the man. “Yes, I want to try it! But, nothing permanent this time! Just a hair dye, ok?” “Call in the nurses, don’t worry sweetie, you’ll love your new look”
Alexis woke up some days later from the anaesthesia. “Why anaesthesia?” “Oh, you got some fillers and botox in the meanwhile, nothing to worry about.”
“Fuck! My hair looks so different! And my skin!” “Oh yes, about that, you spent some time in a tanning booth. Amir’s plan.”
She thought it was just a perm, little did she know that she had gotten hair transplant. Her hair would always grow dark and curly now. Her skin also looked more tanned, not due to tanning sessions as she thought but due to several melanin stimulators planted below her skin.
“Cristina will be your beauty consultant, you’ll meet her shortly.”
Cristina was a gorgeous Latina woman who secretly loved to show white women how to embrace their new ethnic flavour.
“I have always been a Nordic beauty, I am scared of what I am becoming. ” ” Who said that only blue eyes and blond hair mean beauty? You’ll grow long, curly black hair, matching your brown eyes, you’ll look gorgeous!” Juanita caressed her hair. The idea of this Latina woman telling her that she should embrace her new look was oddly erotic to her. “Just embrace it, ok?”
“I gave you hair extensions, when you’ll be done with your makeup I’ll give you beautiful curls like you had before you got the extensions!”
“Fuck, I look so exotic now! I can’t believe it only took some tanning sessions, brown hair and eyes and makeup to make me look like this! I don’t even look white anymore!”
“Please, use the clothes I provided you, they’ll match your new look perfectly! – Cristina told her while curling her hair extensions – I’m sure Amir will love the new you!”
“Welcome to the club, chica! Now you look like the perfect Latina woman!”
“Wow, I’m hot! I look like a Mexican woman!”
Amir was amazed: “Wow, I am speechless! We’re the same colour now, isn’t that erotic?” “True, mmh I guess it is pretty hot!”
The sex was great, and Alexis was really aroused by her transformation, being a brown girl having sex with a brown man made her feel like she was watching someone else in a porn video or something like that. After a few weeks, however, she started to look pensive “Are you ok, cutie?” – Amir asked her once “Sure, it’s just some details I have noticed. Why does my skin keep on getting darker even if I’m not tanning now? And why can’t I see any blonde regrowth in my hair? I got it dyed two weeks ago, it should be visible by now?” “Oh, about that… I have to tell you something. You actually got hair transplant and melanin stimulators under your skin. Those procedures are not, strictly speaking irreversible but even with your salary you won’t be able to afford to undo them before decades of work here. So yeah, for all practical purposes you aren’t a white woman anymore! “
“What? You ruined my life! How can I live like this? Why did you do this to me?” “Do you know what’s the percentage of white people on Earth now? Around 10%, and it will keep on decreasing! And yet, you white people behave as if you were the majority! 90% of people aren’t white, you can also live with that! On top of that, turning white women into brown ones is one of my deepest fantasy!”
“I can’t believe I’m stuck like this now!” – said Alexis, on the verge of crying. “Not for long, you’ll get darker than that.”
Back to her room, Alexis was staring at herself in the mirror, without being able to recognise herself. “Me, a brown woman? I don’t want to be a minority now! What will my family say? I hid to them my true job for years but how could I hide this to them?” “Jesus, this is insane! My skin is so tanned now! Fuck, I look hot! I know this is wrong but the idea to be changed to please Amir turns me on like hell”
“I love your skin tone, but we need to do something with that face. You are as dark as an African woman but your face is still too Western. You could be Somali now maybe, but that has to change!” “No, please, stop!” “You signed a contract, remember? Nurses, sedate her!”
“Now we are talking!” “How do I look like now? I want to see myself! My hair! You changed them again!” “No mirrors allowed, sorry. You’ll need some time to get used to your new face” “I’m scared, why do you keep on transforming me?” “You are so hot, looking scared and not knowing what you look like! I told you, it’s my fetish! And you like to be changed to please me, admit it!” “No, I’m scared!” “Oh come on, being turned into my little African concubine is pretty hot, right?” “Nooo! “
After an amazing session in bed, Amir told her: “I will be gone for a few weeks, I’ll tell Cristina to make full use of the tanning beds to stimulate your melanin production even further. I’d also like you to have a new hairstyle”. “My hair feels to kinky already, what do want to do with it now?”
At Cristina’s salon
Cristina: “Wow, I see you have changed quite a bit, girl!” “I don’t like talking about it. What did he plan to do with my hair?” “He wants you to have afro braids, you will always wear them when you’ll be here” “Oh jeez, this keeps on getting worse!”
When she was done, Alexis could finally see herself in the mirror. “What? That’s not me anymore, I hate you all!” After having run to her apartment, she summoned the strength to look at herself at the mirror again. “Ok, let’s be real. This is how I will look for the foreseeable future. I will eventually revert to look normal again but I first need to get used to this look. My hair feels weird and so does my nose and my lips but that’s ok. I look still really hot, I can be an African-American model. I might as well enjoy this time.”
A few weeks later, the tanning session were showing on her skin. When amis came back, she was ready to greet him “Hey babe, whatssup? You look hot today!” “Great Allah, you look wild!” “Ready for some action?”. Their last months together were marked with exceptionally good chemistry in bed as Alexis was finally embodying Amir’s ideal type and had started to indulge in her submissive side which was thriving in this situation.
After her contract expired, Alexis did what she could to look normal again, she even overdid the hair thing, having her hair disentangled, straightened and dyed platinum blonde, almost white. She had her eye color turned to grey, but nothing could be done for her skin and facial features because no surgeon wanted to make a black woman as now Alexis was look whiter, it would be bad for the name of the clinic. They always encouraged her to embrace her apparent origins.
So Alexis was left frustrated, confused with her identity and always envious of all the white women around her.
Kirsten was a CIA agent fighting the Mafia. Fighting the Italian-American Mafia was a tough business and she wanted to do her best to eradicate it starting by cutting its bounds with its native land of Sicily, in southern Italy.
She had already spent there a few months and was making good process in her investigation when don Vincenzo Corleone decided to take action against her. He set up a trap where one of his henchman told her he was willing to speak out and leak the information she needed. However, he wanted to meet her personally, without other agents supporting her. She did so, but when she arrived in the courtyard where she was supposed to meet the man she was put to sleep by means of a needle shot from the distance. She was then collected by Vincenzo’s henchman and brought to him.
When Kirsten woke up, she was tied up in front of Vincenzo. Realising her situation, she suddenly panicked. “Oh my God, no! What are you going to do to me now? I know what you are able to do, please let’s try to find a compromise! I’ll deviate the investigations away from you!” “Is it so easy to break an American CIA agent? Haha, you are disappointing me, Kristen! No, I can’t let you go. You know too much. But don’t worry, we aren’t using the old methods anymore. We make people disappear in more subtle ways nowadays…” Kirsten bursted into tears “Please, I beg you! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll… be your concubine if you want but please don’t kill me!” “This is a very generous offer, young lady but I’m a happily married man and when I say I value trustworthiness, it goes both ways. There is, however, something missing in my life. I have had four handsome sons but I haven’t been blessed with a daughter. You are going to be mine.” “What? But… I don’t even look Italian.” “These details can be fixed, don’t worry Kristen! So, do you accept?” “I don’t have much of a choice. Yes, I… I accept to become your daughter.” “Excellent! From now, your name will be Cristina Corleone, not that you will need any documents anymore of course. Tomorrow you’ll find a file about my family in your apartment. Take your time to learn everything you need about our family and what is expected from you. When you’ll be ready, but necessarily by the end of the week, drink the sleep-inducing drink you’ll find by your bed. My men will take you to my private clinic when you’ll be asleep. When you’ll wake up, you’ll be my 23 years old daughter.”
Kristen waited the whole week, hoping for her colleagues to find her, but with no avail. The file didn’t contain anything she didn’t already know, apart from some strict behavioural rules she was expected to follow.
At the end of the week, she stared one last time at herself in the mirror, putting some makeup on to admire her beauty ne last time. She was so proud of her Nordic features yet she knew they were going to be dramatically altered soon. When she finally drank the drug, she was weeping silently thinking about what was going to happen to her.
Some weeks later, she woke up in a hospital bed. However, she wasn’t allowed to see herself until she was fully dressed, makeup was applied and Vincenzo entered the room.
“Now you can admire yourself, Cristina! Welcome to my family!”
“Fuuck! What’s with my skin? And my eyes! Oh no, my beautiful blue eyes look so dull and brown now! And my hair is so dark! I don’t look like anybody in my family anymore!” “You look like you belong to my family now! We used genetic engineering techniques to alter your DNA to make it match a mix of mine and my wife’s, so you are technically my daughter now! Your Italian course will now keep you occupied for most of your time!”
After the initial shock, Kristen now Cristina started to plan her revenge. That was too much. She played the part of the resigned daughter and managed to steal an old digital camera she found around. She documented the large villa where she lived, including the mountains she could see from there, hoping for her colleagues to identify the location. Then she e-mailed them to her colleagues from the laptop of one of the men who worked there, using a new email address she had just created.
However, the network was constantly monitored there, so Vincenzo quickly know about it and decided to punish her. “You are lucky I have already transformed you, otherwise I would have killed you. Being my daughter, your punishment will be milder. I will erase most of your memory and skills.” “No, please! I’ll never do it again, I’ll be a good daughter!” “Too late for that.”
When she woke up, she felt very dizzy. She remembered something evil was going to be done to her, but she forgot what. Then Vincenzo entered the room. “How are you Cristina?” “I’m ok, I guess.” “That’s great to hear. Now, let’s take a short test. Tell me about your “real” self!” “Well, I was an American agent fighting the Mafia, we both know about that, why are you asking me?” “Which agency?” She opened her mouth and suddenly stopped. Was it CIA or FBI? One was for domestic crime, the other one for international crime, she saw it in movies, but which one was hers? Then she realised what had been done to her. “I… I don’t know! What have you done to my mind?” “Tell me, who are your parents?” “You and Maria… Oh God no!” “Sweet. And where are you from?” “From Sicily of course, I remember growing up here and… What? No, I’m from the States, from some big city over there… Jesus, it’s so blurred in my memory!” “Don’t let doubt creep into your mind. You are a cute Sicilian girl, that’s it! Why would be talking Italian now, otherwise?” “Because you want me to, but my mother tongue is English!” “So – Vincenzo said, switching to English – tell me about yourself.” “Is that English? I… I didn’t get a word” and started crying.
A few weeks later, her colleagues from the Stated noticed her disappearing and flew to Sicily to look for her. One of them was talking to people in the nearby town, trying to get some information, but with no avail. In the meanwhile, Cristina was allowed to walk freely around, she had learned her lesson and even if she told people in the village her story in Italian, local were too afraid of the Mafia boss to take action against him.
One of her colleagues noticed her, dressed in a traditional Sicilian dress and thought: “Here is a local girl, let’s ask her!” “Hi young lady! Have you seen an American young woman in this town recently? Tall, blonde…” “Non capisco… Oh Dio, non parlo più inglese! Parla italiano, signore?” “Ehm no, I’m sorry, wait a moment” and showed her a picture of her true self, pointing at it. Then she immediately understood and started saying “Sono io, sono Cristina! No, sono Cristina!” “Ehm, nice to meet you Cristina, thanks anyway” he said, jumping on his car and leaving. He didn’t want to raise too much attention around him and clearly this girl wasn’t able to communicate with him anyway. Cristina remained speechless, realising she had lost her last chance to be rescued.
Several months later, she started having new issues. She didn’t mess her country or family anymore as she couldn’t remember them, but on the other hand she hadn’t had sex in one year now, so she went to Vincenzo to talk about that. “Listen daddy, I love all the attentions you have for me but I… You know, also need to meet people my age.” “Do you mean, boys? Haha, sure, talk openly about it!” “Look, I had a boyfriend back in the US but now… I need a new person in my life. Oh Kyle, I can’t believe what I am saying, forgive me!” “Forget about your old life, I don’t want to hear any reference about it anymore!” “As for your… Urges they are perfectly understandable. I would never make my daughter suffer in solitude. On the other hand, you have to understand that my family has some standards to keep, so I’ll personally take care of the choice of your husband.” “Husband? I was thinking more of a boyfriend… And I’m used to be free to chose who I like!” “That’s not how it works in my family, Cristina. You are not, as Americans would say, a free woman. You are my daughter, and we a re a very traditional family”.
A few weeks later, she was introduced to the son of a minor Mafia family. Vincenzo told her that their marriage was going to tie new bonds between the two families, hence strengthening the position of their family and the whole criminal organization in general.
She had to admit that he was a fine man and it didn’t take long before some action took place between them. Being faced with the alternative to remain an unmarried woman for the rest of her life, she surrendered to the inevitable and accepted to marry him.
She had become Cristina Corleone, and she was going to be a mob wife for the rest of her life, playing a key role in the criminal organization she used to fight against once.
“I kidnapped your daughter Katie one year ago but you didn’t want to pay the ransom”
“I know, I work for the police, they wouldn’t allow me. What have you done with her, you bastard?”
“Well, I wanted to turn her into my personal sex slave but she just wasn’t my type, blonde blue eyed dolls are boring. She was also too young for my taste.”
“You dirty pervert, so what did you do to her?”
“I made her a bit more mature and I gave her some Latin flavour!”
“What?”
“I replaced her blonde hair with straight black hair, covered her blue irises in black ink, gave her an artificial permanent tan, altered her facial features with cosmetic surgery and gave her a more mature body.”
“Katie! You have killed her identity!”
” Haha no, I have just improved her! She goes by Catilina now btw!”
“She was resisting me at first but I simply had to flood her body with hormones until she couldn’t resist my touch. She behaves like a real bitch in heat now when she’s around me”
Esther was a smart, stunning and independent girl who had no problems dating whoever she wanted, often making the first move herself.
One day, she started having an interest for Jason, a young man in his late 20s with a well established career. Jason, however, had a fiancee, Julia, a girl belonging to the high society of their city. Esther knew about it but didn’t care, she wanted this guy so she went for it. The two started dating until Julia found out about them. Her pride was hurt but she was ready to fight back. She paid a team of surgeons working in a private aesthetic clinic owned by her family to prepare some extensive procedures to drastically alter her appearance. One day, when Esther and Jason were supposed to have a date, Julia forced Jason to skip the date at the last minute with an excuse and went there herself instead. Esther was really stunning, she had to admit, this would take some effort. She called her aside with an excuse and injected her with a sort of rape drug which made her obedient. Then she easily convinced her to follow her to an abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of the city.
Julia ordered her surgeons to take away Esther’s scalp with her luxurious hair and to replace it with natural black and very curly hair, originally belonging to a black girl who died at a young age. Then, they had to cover Esther’s irises in black pigment. With dull brown eyes and a thick curly mane she would have some more trouble with guys now, Julia thought.
“What have you done to me? My eyes! My hair! I look ridiculous! Hey, the wig won’t come off!”
“Haha, it’s not a wig, I transplanted that hair on you!”
“What? You crazy bitch! My hair! Oh nooo! Wait, you are Jason’s girlfriend! Ok, I’m sorry for having cheated on your boyfriend, I promise I’ll never see him again! Please give my hair back!”
“That’s not enough, I wanna make sure you are never gonna attract his attention anymore, you have still got nice facial features and a smooth skin, that has to change. While you are staying here in my cellar, you’ll have to eat whatever I feed you with, including a mix of cocaine and a permanent melanin stimulant. Once you’ll be addicted, you’ll beg for it until your skin will be as dark as it gets, haha!”
“I’ll never give in to cocaine!”
“We’ ll see about that!”
A few days later, Esther gave in to her new addiction. The effect of the substance, together with some more facial cosmetic surgery to make her look more ethnic completely changed her appearence.
After a week, Esther was given a mirror to check her new look.
“Aah, my skin! My face! I look so dark! Shit, I look like a black girl! You bastard, free me now!”
“No yet, you need to get a bit darker!”
One month later Esther’s skin reached a gorgeous dark brown tone. Gone was the glamorous white girl with light skin, coloured eyes and straight hair. Not that she was’t beautiful now, she was actually pretty hot but she would never attract the same kind of boys she used to.
“Noo, I’m even darker now!”
“This is your new skin colour, better get used to it, haha!”
Not satisfied, Julia took her to the cellar of the warehouse.
“Hey, stop now, you have already ruined my life, what are you going to do now?”
“You are right, you’re already pretty fucked up. Now that you are a black girl, Jason won’t even look at you but I’m having so much fun I’m not done yer messing up with your life! Your knowledge would still allow you to get a well payed job, that has to go, sorry! Be ready to embrace your new existence as an uneducated black girl!”
Then Julia tied Esther to a chair and mounted a device on her head meant to perform some electroshock on her poor brain.
“Noo, please stop! I’ll do whatever you want, you can make me darker, or fatter, whatever but leave my brain as it is!”
“Nope!”
Then Esther suddently passed out.
After a few seconds, Esther passed out. When she regained conscience, she was still there. Julia was smiling at her. “Let’s attest your brain damage now! When did the US gain independence? How much is 16 times 16?”
“I… I dunno!” said Esther, bursting in tears.
“Sounds pretty damaged, haha! What’s your name by the way?”
“E… Estha?”
“Haha, pretty complicated to remember, right, huh?” “Lashona fits you better!”
A few months later, Lashona had readjusted to her new life as a black girl. She moved to a different state, worked in a McDonalds and was dating a black guy, uneducated as she now was and had begun to attend a black church.
One day, Jason, having found out about the whole thing, left Julia for good and started searching Esther, now Lashona. He somehow managed to find her, he texted her and they met in the shopping mall.
“Hey, I’m Jason, listen, I know what my girlfriend did to you, we need to reverse that!”
Lashona looked away with her big brown eyes. “You have to let me go” she said.
“How can you say that? We have to try to revert what she did to you! You must be furious!”
She turned her head towards him in such a typically black woman-way. Jesus, what had they done to her? Was she getting adjusted to her new role in society? – Jason thought. What was left of the arrogant and charming white girl she used to be?
“Listen, she did too much to me to be reversed, my skin, my hair, my eyes, my brain. It’ll never go away. Please, forget me. I also need to forget myself, who I was, to survive. Now I’m a black uneducated girl. I’m still hot, luckily, although in a different way. I’m more humble and definitely closer to God than I ever was. Please leave me now and don’t come back. Besides – and a spark of her old self came back in her eyes – black guys are pretty fun in bed!”
“Jesus, Esther, don’t tell me you are sleeping with a… That’s disgusting, I’m done with you!”
So Jason left never to come back and Lashona lived as she could, resigned to her new fate and feeling more and more part of the black community she now belonged to.
Alice was a wealthy and spoiled girl. Being extremely beautiful, she dated plenty of guys but never wanted to settle down. She usually dated white guys but once she felt like she wanted to try something different, bored by usual white guys. So she dated a black guy, just for fun. However, being quite racist she never gave him a real chance and dumped him pretty soon. This guy was a wizard however, so he told her right away: “I should really do something with you. I will now cast a curse on you. The next time you will have sex with a guy, you will assume his ethnicity.”
“Haha, that’s bullshit!”
“Wait and see! I also gave you a strong preference for exotic men to make the change more visible and to make you more understanding of minorities!”
She actually started feeling like she had a strong preference for darker features so a few days later after a night of hard partying she ended up sleeping with an Italian guy. When she woke up, her hair and eyes were dark and her own face was different. “Oh mio Dio!” she screamed in her now native Italian. She now could only speak Italian and some broken English. The guy was right! She tried to contact him but he seemed to have disappeared. After having spent a few days in deep distress due to her current situation, she slowly accepted her new identity and started looking for jobs as her previous one as TV presenter was lost forever due to her new identity.
She was now a waitress in an Italian restaurant and only hanged out with Italian speakers and some Spanish speakers as well as she could now understand most of that language as well. She struggled a lot to accept her new identity as a foreign worker with Mediterranean origins but she was actually really hot so she remained really popular with the guys.
At some point, Italian men became too normal for her and her deep fetish for darker complexions kicked in. There was a Latino man from Colombia among her colleagues which soon attracted her attention. After a long struggle, she gave in to the desire and slept with him.
As a result, her skin darkened and her features became more exotic, to the point when she looked unmistakably Latin American. “Puta madre!” she exclaimed! Her Italian was now replaced by Spanish. Not being white anymore, life began to be different for her. Everybody was treating her in a way she never realised how dishumanizing it felt. She had to move to a different city, with a larger Latino population to fit in better.
However, her deep fetish for darker skin now drew her towards black men. Any resistance was futile. She tried to have sex with white guys but she could only pretend to experience an orgasm with them now, which wasn’t sufficient to turn her back to a white girl. Not long afterwards she gave in and slept with a Dominican guy, part black part latino.
Her skin became even darker, her facial features a bit more African and her body took the typical exaggeratedly feminine shape of a gorgeous Black girl.
Her metamorphosis was now almost complete. She was disgusted by what was happening to her but a deep submissive fetish also made it irresistible. Once taken by black men, she was now only attracted to them so her social circle was now mostly made up by black people. As a light skin black girl she was really popular, until a day she slept with a dark skinned black man.
Alice was now Trisha, a stereotypical sassy black woman. After some time, and some more shape shifting, she ended up working as a barista in a stripper club. Her residual identity was keeping her from becoming a stripper herself, but her implanted fetish was making that perspective extremely alluring. Becoming a black stripper was the furthest away she, Alice Clover, a wealthy white girl could ever become.
The States have long become a regional power and, without their support, the European Union have slowly became a vassal of China, or to be more precise of the Asian union. Having realized that expanding their power in a peaceful way was a smarter way to dispose of their economical power than waging wars, China set up an Asian Union, lead by themselves and including Japan and Russia as major partners.
At the turn of the 22nd century, the European Union, which had taken up most of the power of its single countries in the course of the previous century, was ruled by bureaucrats supported by the Asian Union and had became a close ally of the latter as well.
Most of the ruling class was actually mixed Asian as many high skilled Asian immigrants took over the highest paid jobs from local Europeans, who were not as career-focused as their Asian colleagues. These immigrants, prevalently female, married local men and gave birth to the next generations of the upper class Europeans.
Another change which took place in society during the 21st century is the rise of women in leadership positions, so by 2100 nearly all of them were now occupied by women of mixed European and Asian heritage.
In this situation, a Swedish young woman, Emma, took the lead of an anti-Asian movement for the freedom of European people. She embodied the classical Scandinavian beauty but was also extremely skilled with her words, so she quickly became extremely popular among young Europeans.
Her movement was ranking first in the polls for the incoming European elections, promising people to take back their lands and to break Europe free of the Asian yoke.
In order to stop her, the Asian union kidnapped her.
She woke up in a basement, surrounded by her kidnappers.
“Withdraw your candidacy” – they told her.
“Never”
“Fine, take her down”
When Emma woke up, she was tied to a surgical bed.
The most skilled Korean cosmetic surgeons had remodeled her face into that of an Asian beauty, her eyes were turned irreversibly black and pitch black hair was transplanted into her scalp. She now looked Asian.
“She looks fine” – she heard in the distance.
“What happened?” she managed to ask
“Don’t be impatient”
After having untied her, dressed her up and styled her hair, they allowed her to see her reflection. She looked nothing like herself anymore.
“Oh no! You made me Asian!” – she freaked out for a while, then she calmed down and said: “I am one of you now! Ok, you win, I’ll do whatever you want!” “Haha, your identity is so weak! We take away your looks and you fall like this! Ok, so: register a voice message where you announce that you withdraw your candidacy and sign here.” She meekly obeyed, then she was put to sleep again. When she woke up, she felt like she had a sore throat. She tried to speak but she noticed that they had replaced her usual voice, rich in middle tones, with a high pitched teeny voice. Nobody could recognize her now.
She was then taken to Japan, where she underwent “cultural rehabilitation”, including language lessons and cultural reassignment. Now she is perfectly fluent in Japanese and funny convinced that her goal in life is to help the Asian Union to expand further their power in Europe.
Sarah was a blonde 35 years old career woman, CEO of a minor but still dynamical startup in the Silicon valley. She was currently dating a 40 years old Asian-American man, Shan Li, CEO of a mayor company working with genetic engineering.
However, he was into her more than she was into him, also because Sarah wasn’t so eager to be in a serious mixed relationship and wasn’t willing to grow mixed kids.
“I know how you feel, you like me and like the idea of marrying a very wealthy man, but you can’t accept the idea of raising mixed kids” said Shan.
“I grew up in a very conservative environment, I’m just not ready tor it! I have always envisioned my kids as looking more or less like me, I’m not sure I could have loved them so much if they were from a different ethnicity than me.”
“I do understand you, the same has happened already with other white women in the past. But this time it’s different”.
“I am so sorry to hear that but you’re right, it will be different! We will always be friends and…”
“More than friends” he interrupted her. At that point some of his bodyguards turned to Sarah and sedated her. After that, she was brought to his secret clinic.
When she woke up, several weeks later, she asked “What… What have you done to me?”
“I really liked you. I would have loved to raise a family with you, to see our kids grow.” said Shan, like talking to himself.
“You’ll never see that happening! You sick crazy bastard, what have you done to me, have you gotten me pregnant while I was sedated? Abortion is legal in this country, you know?” said Sarah, scared.
Shan smiled “You were right saying that our kids would have looked of a completely different ethnicity from yours, I guess I was underestimating how strong are my Asian genes!”
Sarah started to freak out “What do you mean, are they already born? How long have I been sedated?”
“Pretty long, but less than 9 months. However, our daughter is already 20 years old!”
Sarah was completely puzzled now.
Shan stared at her “She’s gorgeous, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Strong Asian features only with a hint of European features in her.”
Sarah was starting to realize. She tried to move but she was tied to her bed.
“I used a recently tested genetical procedure which allows to substitute half of a person’s DNA with someone’s else genetic material. The selection of the genes to substitute is absolutely random, like in a real birth. However, this process also works on adults, substituting the genetic material in the same way in all the patient’s cells. Long story short, I took away from you half of your caucasian DNA and substituted it with mine, making you my and your own daughter!”
“What?”
“I didn’t mention that I also made you 17 years younger, to make it more realistic. You are now genetically 18 years old!” – he added, then he let her free to see herself in a large mirror.
“Noo! I look so Asian! I look a lot like you! And younger! You won’t get away with this!”
“Think about it, Yini! Any DNA test will show that you are my daughter, I just have to pay a random white woman to testify that we had a daughter together 18 years ago, now I can simply recognize you and you will legally my daughter, Yini Li. You will live here and won’t own anything. You will have to ask me for money, food, everything. I will decide for your studies and career path. Since your brain is 35 years old, you probably won’t be too brilliant at studying, so I think a modeling career would fit you more. You have the looks for it. Of course, there will me no sexual intercourses between us, I prefer white girls anyways. You will only be allowed to date Asian boys however.”
He was right, she had no chances to escape her destiny.
Shan added “Its amazing to know that I’m really inside you now, inside any of your cells! You didn’t want to let Asian genes to flow into your offspring and yet now they are part of who you are!” He paused “I still love you. In a different way, not as my woman but as the daughter we should have had. Oh, I forgot, you should always address me as dad!”
Yini stared at her own reflection and then at Shan. She couldn’t admit it but she also felt something for this man. He made her his own daughter! She had always had a hidden fetish for mixed relationships, that’s how she got hooked on Shan on the first place. But her upbringing didn’t allow her to live her fantasy. Now she was living something way more extreme.
“I know you actually like this deep down. You are young again and can have a easy life as the daughter of one of the wealthiest man of this country. You can be a socialite and simply enjoy life!”
Yini looked down, ashamed.
With the help of Shan, Yini kickstarted her career as a model and quickly made it into the most exclusive social circles of her environment. It was hard for her to give up her career and independence and to accept that everyone saw her as Shan Li’s daughter. Being always associated to the man who stole her identity while being forced to smile and tell how thankful she was for the career perspectives he created for her was still really hard at first.
Some years later, investigations on Shan’s illegal activities were linked to the disappearance of Sarah, and police investigators finally managed to trace back Yini as the real Sarah. They reached her at a fashion show. Yini had learned at that point to accept and even to enjoy her new life as a spoiled Asian-looking socialite so the news shocked her. She would have to leave it, probably leaving her new Asian boyfriend, to be a boring white lady in her late thirties? Never. She denied everything and without her collaboration the investigation stagnated and died out.
“Daddy, I saved you!” “I know already, I knew I could trust you! By the way, I have heard you are dating a boy now, is it right?”
“Yep. He’s an actor. Chinese, of course!” she said, turning red on her cheeks.
“Good girl! I knew you weren’t going to disappoint me! I’m sure you two look really cute together! Come here, I’m so proud of you! I love having a daughter like you!”
“And I love being your little daughter, daddy! I couldn’t give up this life, I love it too much!” Yini said, hugging Shan and joyfully accepting her fate for good.
I’m back from summer vacation and ready for the next year! I have a couple of projects in mind, namely:
A page where I collect all the best F2F RC material which can be found online. We are all fans of this genre here so I guess we all know how scattered are the stories and pictures belonging to it, which also include some true masterpieces. Some partial lists already exist, like You are warmly invited to contribute to the list by commenting below the dedicated post!
A multiple choice story where a girl (or two) undergoes a series of transformations decided by the audience of a TV show. In our case, you guys yourselves will be able to vote and hence decide the kind of transformation you want to read about!
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