Holding back the years

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.

F2F RC linkage

Stories

  • Tservo96
Race for the job – white to indian
Wrong luggage – white to Indian
  • BigBird74
New employee – white to latina
  • Nomdreserv
Traveler – white to black, black to white, asian to latina, latina to asian
  • Conchita
Transformation of a Middle-Class Woman – white to latina
  • Julien Sorel
The high cost of tanning – white to pacific islander
  • Erika Lynn
The Borrowed Gown – white to black
  • Dale Ribbons
State of the union – white to middle eastern
  • Colt361
Mexican Maid – white to latina
  • Vivicious Transformations
The White Girls – white to black
  • Post bimbimind
Jamaican journey – white to caribbean
  • therandylion
Stereotypical – white to latina
  • CelebrityChanger
Champion – white to black
  • Tang
Everywhere – white to black
Darpana  – white to indian
Crossing over – white to zulu (black)
The replacement lover – white to asian
Hahsni  – white to korean
More than an Ally – white to caribbean
Coming to Flah – white to traveller
The Riders  – white to steppe nomad
That personal experience – white to black
  • king_wesley
The Dangers of Volunteer Testing – white to asian
  • Flem the Raven
Changing background: Amelie – mixed to black
  • Rev. Hale
A Cleared Head – mixed to asian

Graphic stories

  • SitriAbyss
Pick your poison – Jennifer Adams – white to asian
Pick your poison – Elisabeth Jones – white to latina
Pick your poison rapid-fire – Lien – asian to middle eastern
Pick your poison – Sabrina Mason – white to latina
  • TinyThea
Ruined plans – white to black
Couple’s game – white to asian, black
  • Amazeroth
Women Are Made To Pleasure Men? – black to asian
  • MarcusRavenManips 
Dana Scully vs Mz Noir – No Going Back – white to black
  • VIPCAPTIONS
The helping hand – white to latina (TG)

Sequences

  • KittyMellow
Cute Scandinavian to Hot Somali – white to black
Alexis Japanese transformation – white to asian
  • NPSao
The Magic Flight Tickets – white to asian and latina
  • urattributesaremine
Attribute theft – white to black
  • Typewriter07
Attribute theft – white to black
  • Craven-edge-II
From one Brazilian to another – white to Latina, white to Asian
  • Anonymous51
TF Sequences: Superhero Corruption (4)- white to Black

Pages

  • Inkyleaf
Various posts – white to asian

Morphs

  • jovian16
Brianna to Ellie – white to black

Update

Hi everyone!

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!

What do you guys think about them?

Stay tuned!

Everything for the company

AD 2060

Ellen is the CEO of a leading fashion industry in LA: B&B, which she inherited from her family. Her company is thriving but a major hazard is now putting her company at stake. The minister for Ethnic Policies had noted how, despite being immersed in a widely multicultural society as are the U.S. in 2060, employees at B&B are overwhelmingly white.

Today Ellen is talking with the inspectors of the Ministry, who are about to make an interesting proposal. She is faced with the danger of bankruptcy if her company gets fined and becomes associated with a bad reputation about race issues. Most of the customers of the firm are either multiracial, African American or Latino so losing popularity among them would doom the company which is what Ellen cares most in the world.

“I can pledge that we will hire more non white people, ok?” says Ellen, trying to save her company.

Her interlocutor is an attractive black lady in her late thirties. She doesn’t look convinced by Ellen’s offer. “Well, that’s the bare minimum but it’s not enough. Obviously you will have to decrease the ratio of white employees from 70% to 50%, but you need also something more to compensate for many years of white privilege. We need a more radical change, we need to send the customers a more powerful message: an African American lady as CEO.”

Ellen doesn’t know what to say. “But… I deserved this position, I earned it working here since my early twenties! You can’t just replace me with a random black lady!”

“Of course, no one here is questioning that.”

“But then, how…?”

“With the help of cosmetic surgery you could take the appearance of an African American young lady. Then we promise we won’t carry further actions against your company. Otherwise, the days of B&B would be counted.”

Ellen is dumbfounded. She is also the majority shareholder of her company so its financial success is paramount but this is a bit too much. She stares the lady in her eyes. She’s a professional but she cannot hide a sparkle of pride and revenge in her eyes. White women had looked down to them for centuries and now they were finally on the same level. She even has the pleasure to tell this arrogant white lady that she has to change her own ethnicity to match the new standards. Still, Ellen tries to appeal to her interlocutor’s humanity. “Listen, you have to understand that one cannot simply accept such a change. This is who I am, how could I live in a different body?”

“Well, millions of women in this country have meaningful existences as black women, plus you are rich and successful. Where is the problem? Or do you see us as inferior?”

” No, it’s not that! But… I’m also married and have a small daughter. How will they accept this?”

“How old is your daughter?”

“9 months”

“Well, than that’s not a problem, she will just remember you as a black woman!”

The idea that her own daughter had to see her as a black woman sounds disgusting to her bus she can’t say anything of course.

“As for your husband, I’m sure he will enjoy the novelty, haha! Anyway, my time is up, let me know when you are ready for your decision.”

After a long period of reflection, she decides that this is the only way she can get what matters the most for her: keeping her company successful. If this will mean losing her nordic looks, never mind.

Today she is going to talk to the surgeon, together with some persons from the Ministry to plan her surgeries.

On a large screen she can see herself in her current form.

“So, you have booked a full body surgery to change your ethnicity to African, right?”

“Yes” said Ellen, ashamed. The surgeon is an averagely attractive Latino man. She is soon going to be darker than him, she thinks with fear.

“First of all, we will take away all your blonde hair and transplant black, naturally curly hair.”

“Is this necessary? I really like my hair, can’t we just dye it?”

“Natural hair is a very important part of a Black lady’s appearance, so I’m sorry but you will get it.” says one of the inspectors from the Ministry.

Her picture on the screen now shows thick black curls. She looks plain ridiculous.

“Then we need to get rid of those blue eyes. They would look creepy on a black girl. A good dose of melanin and we’ll turn them black for good.”

Now her image looked like that of a pale Latina girl.

The idea of permanently changing her eye color scared her even more, she identified with her blue eyed gaze and the idea to have to get used to see dark brown eyes in the mirror sounded alien to her.

“You will get melanin injections to darken your skin before genetic therapy fully works. “

Now her image on the screen changes radically. She looks like a dark Indian girl maybe, with dark feature but an European-like phisionomy. It’s still recognizable but she looks very different.

“Do I have to be that dark? Can’t I be a light skinned black woman?”

“But that IS a light skinned black woman, you could have been much darker than that.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Then we will broaden your nose and enlarge your lips.”

“Oh god no” she thinks. “How will I live with a black woman’s face? I love my tiny nose, it’s a family thing!”

Now she looks like a full blooded skinny African girl.

“Last but not least, your body shape has to change. Thanks to fat tissue injections, we will give you a large buttock, fatter legs and much bigger breasts.”

“This is really not necessary!”

“I hate to remind you that the contract you signed gave us full freedom on your physical aspect. This is for your public image, moreover. A more natural beauty will give a better impression than a model-like skinny body.”

Her image now looks like a very natural looking African girl, a very good looking one to be honest.

“The whole process should take a few hours, but we need to wait a couple of weeks for the swelling to go away.” – concludes the surgeon.

“Well, it looks like we are all set now” – comments the inspector. “The scheduled date for the surgery is in one week. You will hear from us after you complete your recovery.”

Ellen’s last week as a white woman is fidgety and sad. She manages to explain this to your husband. He was shocked at first but he really loves her so as long as she is happy this is ok for him. On their last dinner together as a white couple she couldn’t but notice all the interracial couples, which now constitute most of the population. They are soon to be an interracial couple too, she thinks with a chill.

On the day of the surgery she doesn’t feel anything anymore, she just wants to be done with it. Before the surgeon sedates her, he whispers “You will be beautiful, don’t worry!”

When Ellen wakes up from the anesthesia she is afraid to look in the mirror. They tell her that all the surgeries went very well and that she has fully recovered by now. They waited until now to wake her up to allow her to see herself after all the swelling from the surgeries has gone so that she can appreciate her beauty.

Ellen asks all the nurses to leave the room to give her some privacy. Now she is all alone lying down in the bed. She knows that everything has been done already but seeing herself is going to be hard. At first she just moves her body a little in the bed. It feels different. She is definitely fatter now. Ot thicker, as they say. Also, she can feel that her hair texture has dramatically changed. It tickles the skin on her head. She moves her arm, so that she can see it. The skin on her hand is black. It even looks darker than in the pictures. The palm is much lighter than the back, as it always happens for black people. She has always noticed this feature but seeing it on her hand is alienating. She starts thinking that this was a bit too much of a change and starts regretting it. But it’s too late now. She finally stands up. Her frizzy mane is now in front of her eyes. It looks absolutely alien to her. “Oh God, what have I let them do to me!”. She moved toward the mirror and finally the whole effect of her transformation. She was a completely different person. She almost freaks out and makes a scared face. With her horror, the reflection shows a black girl’s face pathetically contorting itself in a funny way. Even her facial expressions are so different now! And her large breasts give her such a “cheap girl” look! God, she looks like a hooker!

“Nurse!” – she screams and she realizes that her voice has changed. Her voice is now lower, hoarser and somewhat sexier. “My voice! What have you done to it?”. “Oh, just a small adjustment, you would have looked ridiculous with your high pitched white girl-like voice.” “Noo, I hate this! It’s too much! Aargh!” – and faints.

It is soon clear that she has psychologically rejected her new appearance. No psychologist can do anything about this. Reversing the procedure is not possible as surgery making people whiter is not legal in the country to encourage ethnic minorities to accept their own complexion. After giving her a light sedative, the head psychologist proposes her an interesting solution. “So, how do you feel now?” “A bit better, thanks to the drugs, but I cannot go on like this! I hate my body, my voice, this just isn’t me!” “There could be a solution to your problem” “Which one? Anything!” “We need to work on your brain to make you accept your… condition. After our little intervention you will always remember being a black woman!” “Ok, fine, I just want this pain to stop!” says Ellen in tears.

After the procedure Ellen is a completely different person. Her new name is Shanice and she is a proud African-American girl. She is now not a CEO anymore but a simple secretary. Knowing her story, her main competitor, whose CEO is a black woman, hires her as a secretary. Shanice will never understand the giggles and comments she gets and will just get used to them but everyone in the firm will enjoy seeing how their old foe has become a humble black secretary working for them

Acting school

Colette was a young emergent French actress. Despite not being a successful actress yet she was already enjoying a good salary and an amazing popularity, especially among guys.

One day, while a minor production was about to start the shooting of an episode of a TV series about the student life in a high school in Paris, they got a complaint from the association of arab students stating that they were underrepresented in the characters. However, as they were almost ready to start, they couldn’t recruit new actors with such a short notice. Therefore, they chose to apply some ethnic makeup to some actors and actresses to make them look more exotic. This was especially doable for minor characters and unknown actors and actresses, as Colette.

With her disappointed she was selected for this and her character was changed from a posh French girl (like she herself was) to a half French half Algerian girl living in the outskirts of Paris.

“That’s not acceptable! My face is my brand, how will my career develop if people will associate my name with a half Algerian character?” she said to the producer. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic! We will just alter your appearance as little as possible, it will still be you! Moreover, the contract you signed says that we can alter your appearance so if you don’t want to break the contract and end your career here, I’m afraid you have to accept this.” They were right, she had no choice.

They dyed her hair black, gave her colored contacts and a fake tan. She felt like she wasn’t herself anymore but she had to accept this. She was forced to stay like this most of the day so she got used to seeing herself like this. Her neighbors didn’t recognize her and asked her what happened to Colette. Not ready for explanations, she cut it short saying “I don’t know, I moved in here after she left. My name is Bouchra, by the way.” So she started to live as a mixed race girl the whole time.

Thanks to her good acting skills her character became quite popular, although sparking some discussions about her blackface. She was also kind of enjoying the popularity she acquired and she often took advantage of her exotic beauty when it came to dating.

One day, towards the end of the shooting, she was kidnapped by some members of the same association, who didn’t like her blackface thing.

They put her to sleep and remodeled her features, giving her natural jet black hair, dark brown eyes, a tanned skin and the facial features of a middle eastern girl. Nobody could mistake her for nothing else than a middle eastern girl.

“You white women love to disguise as a colored girl when you can have an advantage out of it but as soon as you want you can come back to being the old good white girl, right? Well, that’s not the case anymore for you.”

“What do you mean?” asked Colette, frightened.

“You underwent cosmetic surgery. Ethnic change surgery.”

“No! This can’t be!”

“I’m afraid it can. You are not white anymore, you look like a North African girl now.”

“Noo! Please, let me see myself!”

“Untie her!”

Once free, she ran to the nearest mirror. They were right. “No! My face! My eyes! My hair! Please, turn me back!”

“Haha, is it so bad to be a brown girl? Well, get used to it!”

“But this is insane! I will report you! You won’t get away with this!”

“I think we will.” and she gave order to her servants to get her and tie her to the bed again.

“Now we will mess around with your mind a bit!” she said, and sedated her.

Celine went through a long series of sessions aiming to destroy her original memories, replacing them with an alternate history where she grew up as a Moroccan girl and moved to France with her parents when she was 10. They erased her old name from her mind and substituted it with Bouchra. They also erased her address and any other memory linked to he old identity.

They made her fluent in Arabic and erased a good part of her knowledge in French so that she couldn’t be an actress anymore.

When they woke her up, she wasn’t the same person anymore.

They asked her, in Arabic: “How do you feel?”

“Good, thanks.” She replied, in perfect Moroccan Arabic.

“You can go now, but you have to answer a few questions before, ok?”

“Sure” said Bouchra, a bit confused.

“What’s your name?”

“Which kind of question is it? I’m Bouchra… Oh shit, no. I’m… I can’t remember my name, I just remember being Bouchra, a Moroccan girl but I know that this is not true!”

“Good. Do you also realize that we are speaking in Arabian?”

“What? Oh God, I speak Arabian now! But I can speak French, it’s just that… It’s not my native tongue anymore, I have to think about every word!” she added, and she started crying.

“Well, you were really good in playing the role of an immigrant girl, now you have the opportunity to be one in real life!”

“You monsters! I can’t live like this! This is not me! You deleted my identity! I know I was a rich white actress but I don’t remember anything else from my previous life!”

“You’d better adjust! We can give you a new identity as a student in nursery school, a small flat in the outskirts of Paris and a contract for a part time job in a fast food to pay your rent. It’s a rather different life from your old one, I guess.”

“This is so humiliating! I don’t want to live as a poor Moroccan girl!”

“Your other choice is to be deported to Morocco with no documents!”

“Ok, then I’ll take it for now!” she said meekly.

Life wasn’t easy at first but in the end she succumbed to her destiny and accepted her identity. Being able to speak Arabic she got to know many other immigrants from the Middle East and North Africa and thanks to her looks she was also very popular. She dated and then married an Egyptian guy working as a barman so she never had to speak French apart from when working and as a result never really learned French. The couple had a son but as her DNA was still that of a French girl the kid resulted to look suspiciously light-skinned, leading her husband to the suspicion that she had the kid from another man. As a result, he left her with the kid and she had to raise her son as a single mum. In order to get more money, she ended up selling herself on the streets for a few Euros exploiting her exotic beauty. She would often cry to sleep and wonder how much better her life could have been if she kept her old identity.

A lesson to learn – part 3/3

As soon as she walked outside, she felt relieved, but this was to be a short lived feeling. She quickly realized her situation: she was a scantly dressed Latina-looking girl in the brothel area of a big city in Colombia, with no money or documents.

She tried to talk to American turusts asking for help but all she got was always something like “How much, chica?”.

She finally found what seemed to be a nice guy and approached him, leaving him no time to reply: “I know this sounds weird but I’m an American citizen, as you can hear. Please, I need your help!” “Er, sure!” “I need just some cash to buy new clothes and I’d like to make a phone call.” “No problem, I guess!” She smiled with her attractive new face and got 15 $ which she spent on some new average clothes and followed the guy in his hotel. “So you can rest a bit if you want!”. As soon as she arrived to the place, she asked the guy for the phone and contacted her lawyer. He recognized her voice luckily. “Listen, I’m in deep trouble. I need some money as soon as possible. Can you transfer 1000$ to Colombia really quickly?” “Colombia? How did you end up there?” “It’s a long story…” “Well, let me see, there should be some service to send money abroad, it’s usually used by immigrants who want to send money back home”. “How could I retrieve them? Would I need an ID card?” “No, I think you would get a code from me, but why?” “Oh, nothing, I spoiled some coffee on my ID card.” “Ok, let’s see, it should go now. Wait! Your bank account has been blocked!” “What? Oh shit!” “I don’t understand, but wait, something fishy is going on here. Can we talk over this via videocall It’s important for me to prove your identity as it’s classified information.” “Fuck!” now she knew she has no way out “The camera on my phone is broken, sorry” she tried desperately. “Ok, this is too much to take, I can’t see you, you can’t show your ID card, you need cash in Colombia, this is a bit too much to take, I suspect this is an attempt of a fraud, sorry”.

Then she called her boyfriend. “Hey, it’s me, I know you haven’t heard from me in a while but…” “You disappear for weeks and now you call me from an unknown number from… Colombia? Seriously” All of Katie’s anger, fear and frustration came out all of a sudden: “What the ***k, Chris! It’s me, I need your help right now, ok?” “Ok, I’m done with you, your attitude is unbearable!”

Her parents had already died, and she had never really had sincere friends, so she had nobody else to call now.

Hearing her screaming, the guy entered the room and asked her “Everything ok?” “Yes, sure” said Katie, hiding her true feelings.

“Well, than I thought maybe you could be something for me too.”

“What do you mean?” asked Katie, alarmed.

The guy was started to unzip his pants, so she understood. She kicked him in the balls and left the room as quick as she could.

Once on the streets again, she realized that it was almost night, she had nowhere to go a and no hope for any further help. She cried for a bit, then she did the only thing she could: she walked back to the brothel.

“I was waiting for you” said Alexandro, not even surprised. “So, have you decided?” “You left me no choice” said Katie, on the verge of bursting into tears again “I… I have tried everything I could!” “I want to hear it from you, do you want to work as an escort for me?” “Yes” said she meekly “I… I want to work for you as an escort” “Excellent! Then we can start right away: have a shower and then show me your natural charme.”

After a few minutes she was back.

“Ok, show me how much you like your new hair! And smile all the time, that’s what my clients want to see!” Katie forcedfully smiled and played with her dark mane she hated so much. “Excellent! Now, we should give you a new name, I think you should be called Carolina now! Yes, it really suits you, doesn’t it?” Katie, from on now Carolina nodded. Was her identity completely gone now? As if Alexandro could read in her mind, he added “We found out what you tried to do yesterday, nice try! It looks like we also have to alter your voice to be really sure you won’t be recognized. It won’t take long, don’t you fear!” Carolina felt too vanquished to reply. “And we’ll modify your fingerprints too, just to be sure! But I doubt you will ever try to escape again! Btw, we didn’t only block your bank account, we also transferred all the money to Ana, so that she won’t need a part time job to finance her studies.”


A few weeks later, Carolina had completely surrendered to her new identity. Her voice change was the final blow to her old identity, as now she sounded like a teenager, with a very high pitched and silly sounding voice. Her fingerprints were replaced by a regular grid-like texture, to help her manipulating objects but to make any identification impossible.

She was still ashamed of her current occupation and of the looks they had given her but she was getting used to them. Being used as a tool for pleasure felt natural to her and being called a hot Latina all the time made her deeply aware of her new new ethnicity. She was also starting to enjoy the erotic effect of her darker complexion on her clients. Some of her clients were latinos so she always had a hard time explaining them why she didn’t speak Spanish. She would say that she was the daughter of Colombian immigrants raised in the USA and that she never really spoke Spanish. However, to be even more popular, she started to learn Spanish. While the white guys (that’s how she saw them now) were often quite rude with her, the Latino men were much kinder and more respectful and often complimented her on her looks. This had the double effect of making her feel even more deeply like a Latina and to make her really attracted to Latino men, which she would once have never considered.

One day, a rich local drug warlord offered Alexandro to buy her all for himself. Alexandro talked to Carolina before answering him:”So, what do you think about this? Would you like to be his personal escort?” “I… I think so, yes. Better than this life, anyway!” “Good, I’m glad to see you happy! Prepare yourself, he is picking you up un half an hour!”

Staring at herself, she had to admit that she actually looked hot, now that she opened her mind and learned how to appreciate the beauty of different ethnicities too. A life of luxury and sex was awaiting her. Yes, she was going to like her new life, after all!

A lesson to learn – part 2/3

 Katie jumped up from the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw how she looked like. It was real. There was no trace left of her old self, replaced by a hot Latin girl, with some Amerindian features too. Large dark brown eyes, a rather broad nose, full lips, everything on her face screamed latin American!

“A fucking latina! What have you done to me, you dirty *****!” Then she started to touch her hair  “Fuck, I hate this dark hair! And oh my God! You even took away my breasts! I’m flat chested!” “Haha, who is the flat chested one now?” – grinned Ana.

“Ok, so here is your situation: you have no money, documents and no chances to pass for your old self right now. You are free to go but you will only end up selling yourself on the streets. Else, you can work for me.” finally said Alexandro.

“Working for you? After you ruined my life? And what would I do?”

“A high level escort.”

“A what? A prostitute?”

“More than that. With your high level of education and excellent English you could offer a high level companionship to rich western men who came here looking for an exotic girl like you but who aren’t fluent in Spanish. You see, many of our girls have trouble communicating in English, you would be very popular here!”

“No way I’m going to prostitute myself for you!”

“Then you are free to leave!”

“I will! You might have made me a Latina in the outside but I’m still a proud all American girl in the inside!” – said Katie, and left.

A lesson to learn – part 1/3

Katie was a gorgeous yet arrogant girl from the midwest. She had a brilliant career and a hot boyfriend. Having moved to a big new house, they hired a cleaning lady, Ana from Colombia. Ana was a hard working girl, who took over any kind of menial job she could find to cover her expenses while she was attending a nursery college with the hope to find a job there.

Despite this, Katie treated her like crap, always making fun of her accent and her social status. “I love it when you try to get rid of your accent but you just can’t! Haha!” “I thought you Latinas had all curvy bodies, why aren’t you so flat chested?” Were the typical things she would get all the time.

At some point Ana had had enough of this, so she called a guy she knew from Medellin. She had been involved in prostitution before coming to the USA as it was the only way she could find to make some money but then managed to break free. So she contacted her old pimp and told him: “My employer needs a lesson and I know you can help me. On the other hand, I know that you are always looking for cultured girls with a high level in English education, right?” “That’s true!” “I can let you know when this girl is alone with me in the house, you can send your men here to kidnap her and bring her to Colombia, where you can make her one of your bitches”.

So they did, Ann noticed that Katie was at home alone on Wednesdays, so they arranged the whole thing which worked out smoothly. Ann let them in while Katie was taking a shower, so when she came out two strong men took her and put her to sleep.

They crossed the border on a van with fake ID cards and hiding Katie inside the van, then took a flight to Colombia.

Here they met Alexandro, Ana’s old pimp. He examined Katie, who was still asleep and said “Hmm, she is really beautiful, of course, but she would really stand out here among Colombian girls and it would be easy for American authorities to find her.” “Why don’t you make use of some cosmetic surgery to make her unrecognizable?” “Good idea” said Alexandro, whose financial interests involved cheap cosmetic surgeries. “Can I have a saying about how is she going to look like?” Said Ana, hopeful to have a perfect revenge on her. “Sure, after all you brought me her!”

Ana asked him to take away from her all her caucasian attributes, making her look like a typical mestiza Colombian girl. He also asked him to make her flat chested, as her remark on her body shape really hurt her back then.

Alexandro’s surgeons didn’t spare the girl anything. Her blonde hair was removed, to transplant smooth black hair instead. Her blue eyes were replaced by dark brown ones and her amazing breasts were completely removed. Her skin was made look darker and her face underwent extensive remodeling, making her nose broader, her face rounder and her lips plumpier. At the end, she looked nothing like the old Katie and more like a Colombian girl.

But the best for Ana was yet to come. They woke her up, after having dressed her in a flashy dress of the kind that she would quickly get used to.

She felt like waking up from a very deep sleep. The unfamiliar faces surrounding her scared and confused her. “Where am I?” – she asked the man in front of her. “Somewhere in Colombia” answered Alexandro. “What? Who are you?” – screamed Katie, who couldn’t make any sense of what was happening. Then she noticed Ana in the back of the room. “Ana! What the hell is happening? Why am I here?” Ana smiled. She had been waiting for this moment for so long. “Katie, my dear! Did you think I would tolerate your behaviour forever? Do you think you’re entitled to more thn us just because you were born rich? I think you really needed a lesson, to make you stop looking down at us! That’s why I contacted some old friends here in Colombia“. “Ok, at least this is starting to make sense” thought Katie “I can manage this”. Pretending to regret her bevaviour, she said “Ok, listen. I’m sorry for the way I treated you, it won’t happen again. You will get a raise and on top of that I can help your friends here with a generous donation.” Ana and the others laughed loud. “That’s funny, my dear” said Ana finally “My friend here, Alexandro, isn’t even close to poor! He is actually the boss of one of the largest brothels in town! And you aren’t leaving any time soon!”

“You can’t keep me here!” replied, scared again Katie. “We won’t” said Alexandro  “you will be let free to go”. Katie widened her new brown eyes. Now she couldn’t make sense of this at all.

 “What, are you serious? But then I can go to the American embassy and they will find a way to bring me back home”.

Alexandro and Ana smiled. “I’m afraid that you’ll have an hard time convincing them about who you are!” said Alexandro. “Why is that?” – asked Katie, starting to panic. “Because we have altered your appearance! You now look nothing like the old self now”. Katie freaked out. She tried to stand up but she realized that she was tied to the bed. By moving around, however, she managed to spot her hair, which was now dark brown, opposed to the blonde locks she was used to see.

“My hair! Did you dye it?” “Not only that, we transplanted real dark brown hair on our scalp! You are not a blonde anymore, my dear!” “Noo! My hair! That can’t be true! You are just trying to scare me off! It’s a lie! It’s just a deep dye!” Alexandro and Ana smiled. This was going to be fun. ”Free her right arm” said Alexandro “Have a look at your skin”. Katie lifted her right arm to find its skin to be much darker than usual. “We  implanted melanin stimulators under your skin to make it permanently darker. It will never get lighter than that!”. “No! This can’t be true! It’s just a tan, you used a tanning machine to make me so dark, right? Oh shit, I’m starting to freak out! Don’t tell me that this is all permanent!” Ana giggled “So, what? Would it be a bad thing? Are you afraid  not to be white enymore?”. Katie regained her composture and said “You know what, that’s fine. Even if what you said was true, I can still bleach my hair blonde and tell everybody that I’m getting regular tanning sessions. I would look like a hot California girl with blonde hair and blue eyes!” “I’m sorry dear” said Ana “you simply aren’t white anymore. We altered your appearance completely and in an irreversible way. Would you like to see your new self?” – and they untied her.

Career perspectives

London, near future.

Emma was a stunning beauty, born and raised in a small town in the UK. Given her looks and charm she decided to pursue a career as a model. So after high school she moved to London and started applying for jobs.

After decades of interracial marriages, most of the population in the town was now mixed making her looks extremely unusual. Instead of making her more unique and appealing, her appearance, once the beauty standard in her country, looked now outdated and backward as it reminded of an all white society which was then long forgotten and looked upon. Instead, brown skin, eyes and hair were now raging in the model industry.

Therefore, she had a hard time finding a job as no modeling company was looking for girls with her looks and brown girls always got the jobs she applied for. After many failed attempts, she was starting to lose hope.

One day, after the usual unsuccessful job interview a mediterranean-looking girl who had just finished a photo shooting approached her and asked her about her situation, seeming to be strangely comprehensive. After having listened to her story, the girl, named Clara told her about a modeling company which offered aspirant models the possibility to undergo cosmetic surgery in order to match their complexion with the current beauty standards. The debt she would contract would be repaid with the wage she would earn after getting the surgery.

“Wow, that’s quite extreme… But it might be worth it. Would I have a saying in the looks I would get?” “No, it depends on the looks they are looking for. In my case, they were looking for Spanish girls so that’s what I got” Clara concluded with a smile. “What do you mean, did you undergo the procedure as well? How did you look like before?” She flipped her smartphone and showed her a picture of a naive, gorgeous blonde girl “I’m Swedish actually”. “No way, that’s mindblowing! You looked so different!”

“I know, I had a hard time adjusting at first, going from a Scandinavian beauty to a Latin one was a huge step but now I’m cool with it. It’s even weird to think that I looked like that once! Now I love my darker complexion, and my career perspectives have improved a lot!”

Still surprised, Emma asked “How did they do this? I mean, Your hair, your skin, your facial features, you look completely different!” “Oh, nothing that some cosmetic surgery cannot fix” she said, slightly distressed “Hair transplant, facial cosmetic surgery… As for the skin I think they planted melanin stimulators under my skin so that now I have a natural deep tan, but I never really bothered to know more, as long as I got the job”.

 “That’s a lot to take in but I’ll think about it!”

“I didn’t want to scare you” Clara added, smiling “most models don’t get as dramatic changes in appearance as mine, maybe you’ll just become a brunette with a slight tan and that will already get you the job you are so looking for! Anyway, you can count on me for some help adjusting with your new appearance!”

After some weeks, Emma had to come to terms with the fact that surgery was her only way out. With no more money left in an expensive city, she had little time left and with no education or anything else she had no other job opportunities. So she applied for the procedure and her request was quickly approved. Her surgery was scheduled the following week. On that day, she felt nervous but still determined to get the job of her dreams.

An asian girl welcomed her “So, you’re here for the procedure, right?”. “Yes, I already signed all the papers but I still don’t know what… looks are they looking for” and lowered her gaze. The Asian girl smiled. These white girls had lost all their pride, now they even underwent surgery to become more exotic and hence attractive, she thought. “Oh, let’s see, I’ll upload the latest request we got. Why don’t you undress and lay down in the meanwhile?”. “Sure”. “So, how do you feel about changing ethnicity? We get a lot of girls who want to look more exotic but I’ve rarely seen one with such a light complexion as you, it must be a huge step?” “Oh, it’s not a big deal, I just want to improve my chances to get a job as a model!” she replied, hiding her nervousness. “So, would you like for example to become Asian like me?” the Asian girl asked, smiling maliciously. “Sure, I… I would be cool with that” but in her heart she hoped for nothing too dramatic. “Let’s see… Oh, that’s interesting, hihi!” the girl giggled “What?”  – said Emma, alarmed. “It looks like you’re in for a big surprise when you wake up” – and put her down to sleep without adding anything else.

When Emma woke up a few days later, she was really up for a big surprise. “So, how do I look like now?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” said the Asian girl, pointing to a large mirror.

Emma almost fainted when she saw how dark she had gotten. She looked like a completely different person. Gone were her golden locks and her white skin. Everything was dark brown now, her nose was larger, her lips fuller. She also lost her lithe body for a fuller figure.

“Well, we had a shortage of full blooded African girls, you know, interracial marriages and stuff, so they thought you could be our girl! They used special techniques to achieve this, including genetic remodeling in order to keep naturally high levels of melamine production.”

“So, I now have the DNA of a black girl?” Emma asked, scared.

“That’s correct! Your DNA is now a carefully crafted blending of sub Saharan genes now!”.

As soon as she recovered and could go home a few days before starting her new job, she contacted Clara “So, how do you look like now? I’m so curious!” “I don’t really feel like talking about this at the phone, why don’t you come at my place so we can talk about this?” “Sure” – Clara said, slightly worried.

As soon as Clara rang the bell and Emma opened the door, Clara was shocked “Emma? Is it you? Oh sweety, you must be overwhelmed!” Emma hugged her and sobbed “It’s just too much of a change, I have nothing against black people but I never wanted to be one of them! Now… What are my family and friends going to say?” “Shh… Relax now, take your time” she said, trying to comfort her, but still it was hard to believe that the ebony skin she was touching and the black eyes she was staring into belonged to the same girl she used to know.

“You’re gorgeous, girl! Look at the pair of breasts they gave you, you can’t really complain about your looks!” “But…” “We’ll go out together, a Spanish and a black girl! This will be fun!” “But I’m not a black girl!” “Listen, this is a tough world and you need to make sacrifices to succeed. You are now going to get plenty of offers for modelling jobs, plus you’re young and hot! Just have fun, accept your new identity as a black girl and have the time of your life!” “I guess you’re right but this is going to be much harder for me than it was for you, you’re still basically a white girl!” Clara smiled. Compared to her she was actually much lighter.

“I’m sure you’ll learn to enjoy being a black girl” Clara added with a smile.

In the following days, Emma contacted her family and explained them what had happened to her. Being quite conservative and still attached to their white identity, they freaked out and cut all ties with her as they saw her new appearance as a shame for her family. She could only rely on herself now.

Going out, she realized that she still stood out, having gone from the lightest one in the crowd to the darkest one. Due to interracial relationships, people of pure African origins were also virtually nonexistent.

Clara was now her best – and only friend. She was about to go out with her but was n0t sure about how to dress.

 “Why did you dress again like a tomboy?” asked Clara “I… I don’t feel beautiful in this skin”

“Oh, come on! Let’s get you a nice dress and let’s go out and celebrate your rebirth!”

She grabbed a fine dress from Emma’s wardrobe and handed it to the black girl “Try this on!”.

Emma tried it out and had to admit that she was quite the hottie.

“And now, let’s add some new pics to your social media!” “No, wait! I’m not ready for that!”

“Too late I tagged you, you’re out now!”. The news had already spread despite her family trying to cover up, but now everyone was going to see her new looks. “Why did you do that, Clara?” Emma sobbed. “Oh dear, you need to be proud of your skin now, stop being so insecure about it!”. After this move, she lost more friends who couldn’t understand her decision and became even more isolated.

However, she easily landed a modeling job. They styled her hair in an African fashion and taught her how to embody black beauty.

Emma was starting to accept her destiny. She legally changed her name to Latrisha and Clara even got her a black boyfriend who found her story extremely exciting! That was the final blow to her white girl identity. After paying back her debt she worked a bit more to save some money and then she quit her job, tired of the stress about always being in perfect shape and always busy. She married her black boyfriend and started enjoying a quiter life.

When Clara bumped into her one year later, she struggled to recognize her. “Clara, how are you?” “Latrisha? You look so… I mean, you look great!” “I know, I’m a bit chubby but my husband likes it, so, who cares? I’m a bit morer relaxed about my looks now. See, I also tried to dye my hair back to blonde but it didn’t really work, they told me that my pigmentation is too deep. Funny, right? Sorry but I have to go now! I need to make dinner for my husband!”

Clara smiled at her, waving her hand at her friend, thinking about how much she had changed from a cute blonde girl from the countryside to a chubby black housewife in a big city.

Revenge

Carmen is a ordinary latina girl living in a large American city. She’s a hard working girl, who got to Med school to have a better future and fulfil her dream to become a wealthy lady, well integrated in the American society. She also had an amazing boyfriend, Josh, a full American boy from a wealty family, also in Med school. Everything was going great until Josh met Jenny.

 Jenny is a sweet and beautiful all American girl, with blonde hair and green eyes. Unlike Carmen, she is not so ambitious and just determined to enjoy herself, hoping to get a nice and wealthy guy as boyfriend.

So after a while Josh grew addicted to the sweet charme of the new girl and broke up with Carmen.

Carmen had a major breakdown and even dropped from Med school as her dream life was now broken.

After a while, though, she started plotting a revenge against the girl who stole her boyfriend: she wanted to take Jenny’s place, even physically if that was the only way to be together with Josh again. To achieve her dream, she started studying cosmetic surgery. After graduating she started working in a prestigious cosmetic surgery studio where she learned all the most recent techniques and finally opened her own studio.. One day she wrote Jenny that she wanted to reconnect with her and that she wasn’t mad at her anymore.

Jenny came at Carmen’s place and told her that everything was going well with Josh and that they were engaged now.

However, the sedative present in Jenny’s tea started to work as the girl fell asleep on her chair.

Carmen wasted no time and called her assistants. Jenny was taken to the surgical table where all her measures were taken. After having visualized all the data on a screen, Carmen discussed the next moves with her assistant and lied down on another bed herself, after having stared at Jenny, whispering “I hate having to become a dumb blonde like you but I’d do anything to get Josh back!”

They cloned Jenny’s hair and transplanted them on Carmen’s head, replacing her black curls with straight blonde hair. Then changed Carmen’s eye colour from brown to green, lightened her skin, altered her facial features and lengthened her backbone and legs to make her taller. They even altered her vocal chords to make her sound like Jenny.

When the bandages were removed, Carmen could finally see the extent of her transformation, she looked now like the twin sister of Jenny.

She almost fainted when she saw her reflection and said “Fuck, I hate that face so much! I can’t believe I’m her now! Well, time to say hi to Jenny!”

The real Jenny was locked up in a room and when Carmen showed up in her new body, Jenny almost fainted “What the? Who are you?”. “I’m you, don’t you see it? ” she replied in Jenny’s voice. Her posture thought, reminded Jenny of someone else “Carmen? Is that you? But how is this possible?” she screamed. “Well, a team of skilled surgeons can easily do that! But now I need your help to fully impersonate you. See, I’m not just taking your appearance, I will also steal your life and boyfriend!” “No, I’ll never help you! You won’t get away with this!” “I was expecting this. Take her to the surgical bed, let’s teach her a lesson!”.

They replaced her blonde hair with jet black straight hair and dyed her irises from green to brown. They also slightly altered her facial features to make her look a bit different from before, even if still recognizable.

When they woke her up, she asked, scared, “What have you done to me?”. “Nothing too drastic”  replied Carmen “I just gave you a little exotic twist!” and showed Jenny a mirror

“No! My eyes! My hair! My face! I look so dark!”. Carmen laughed “Haha, don’t be too dramatic! You aren’t a gorgeous blonde anymore but you still make a pretty hot brunette! You could be an Italian girl maybe, haha!” “I look like a different person now! How am I going to live with that?”. “I’m sure you can live with that. But if you insist, I can alter you even more! How about an obese black girl? Or an old Asian lady?”. “No, please! I’ll do anything you want!”. “Good, now you have to teach me all your mannerisms, the way you talk and every detail about your life!”.

So Carmen spent the following weeks learning every detail she could learn from Jenny. When she had nothing left to learn she told Jenny “I think we’re done here! ”. “What am I going to do now?” said Jenny, crying. “I got you a fake ID, you are now Maria DeVito, living in NY, a friend of mine will hire you as a hairdresser, you’ll be fine! Maybe you’ll also find a hot Italian boyfriend, who knows, haha!”. “Bitch!”. “I forgot” the new Jenny continued “don’t try to contact Josh to explain him this or you’ll regret this!”

Jenny, now Maria, had a really hard time adjusting to her new life, constantly seeing Instagrm pictures of the new Jenny with her boyfriend, enjoying a perfect life. As soon as she collected enough money to fly to the city where Josh and Jenny lived, she went there and tried to spy the couple, trying to find out wether Josh suspected anything. Apparently he didn’t though, as the couple seemed really happy as always, which crushed her heart even more. With a last surge of hope, she decided she had to talk to him to explain him what happened. So she contacted him via Facebook, telling him that she was a friend of Jenny, worried about her. Then she asked him if he noticed anything different about her recently, to which he replied that actually yes, there was something off about her recently. After a while, he managed to set an appointment with him, telling him not to tell anything to Jenny not to worry her. So he did but unfortunately for Maria, her new Facebook profile was monitored by Jenny, who made sure nothing was going to happen. So Jenny kidnapped Maria and operated her at record speed to alter her appearance even further. She transplanted her old curly hair to Maria’s scalp, darkened her skin, altered her facial features to make her look like the old Carmen and even conditioned her brain to have a Spanish accent, just like her old self.

Then she brought Maria, now looking like Carmen, to the cafè where she had an appointment with Josh and, with the help of the owner of the cafè, sat her on a chair, still asleep. When she woke up, she recognized the place, wondering how did she end up there and how could she fall asleep. Then her phone vibrated as she received a message from Jenny. Hit by feat, she quicky read it: “I told you to stay away from Josh, now that’s what you deserved. Turn the selfie camera on and have a look at the new yourself. ” She did so and as she did it she realized that she was now a living copy of the old Carmen! She was forced to live looking like the girl who stole her life!

At the same moment, Josh entered the cafè and seeing her, said “Carmen? But… Wait, was this a trick to be again together? That’s ridiculous!”. “Nooo Josh! I’m not Carmen! Puta, do I speak like her too now? I love you!”.

Then Jenny entered the room too and said “The bitch was trying to trick you, Josh! Why don’t you stop it and find some Latino guy instead, huh? Let’s go, Josh, let’s leave this loser here!”.

Maria found a new ID card in her purse, where she learned that her new and final name was Isabela Ramirez, living in El Paso and working as a bartender. She finally surrendered to her fate and lived the rest of her life as the girl who took her identity. She leaned to identify as a latina and even married a rough latino guy.