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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

New York, 2070

After decades of interracial marriages white people are virtually non existent in town. The plans of those with the most progressist views on multiculturalism were finally realized, by means of promoting interracial relationships racism was eradicated by eliminating its first source: white people. The few remaining ones decided to move to smaller towns in the countryside. From one of these villages was Catherine, an all-American girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, a tall and toned body. On top of this all, she was also very smart, so after graduating with full marks in a prestigious university she started working in an equally prestigeous company, with a great salary and a bright future in front of her. As part of her contract, however, she was supposed to spend one year in a branch of the company in NY for an internship.  

She wasn’t so eager to move there but she was vary determined to have the job of her dreams so she carried on.

As expected, all her colleagues were of mixed race, all the possible tints of brown were there, so she really stood out. This didn’t go unnoticed by the powerful department for ethic policies. Of course, they couldn’t prevent white people from applying for the jobs there so they applied other techniques. First, they called her for an introductory talk about the working culture there and they pointed out that their dressing code was a key factor to make everybody look equal to each other. Catherine pointed out that she was wearing what she was supposed to wear, but they replied that this didn’t only apply to clothes. “For example, you might have noticed that nobody has blonde hair here, I think your hair makes you stand out too much. The guys have commented about that too, we don’t want unnecessary distraction here. Why don’t you dye them black?” Catherine tried to resist, saying that that was her natural look but they made her understand that there was no point in debating this point. Contrasting the official directives about cultural diversity was a serious crime.

They paid for her visit at the hair saloon. After they were done with her, she stared at herself, hiding her disappointment for the whole situation. Her hair was now raven black, with a slight curl to it too. It didn’t look like her but she had to admit that she looked very cute. “How long will the color last?” she asked. The African American lady working there stared at her and said “I thought you knew this, but the package you were given included a permanent treatment, so you’ll have to wait for your natural hair to grow again and it will take a couple of years to reach that length. You can always dye them blonde of course but it will look very unnatural and it won’t last given the quality of the pigment we gave you”.

When she knew this, she bursted into tears “I hate them soo much!”. She was forced to be a brunette for the foreseeable future. It didn’t look half bad on her, but she felt like she was becoming just one of the many brown girls in town.

Her colleagues complimented her a lot about her change in style. 

After a while she was offered free tanning sessions, coupled with melanin pills. The reasons were the same as before: a temporary measure to make differences less visible. This time she complained more but they threatened her to go through disciplinary procedure so she had to give up.

The change was much more severe this time. Week after week, her skin started to turn darker and even her irises turned to blue to a deep green. Now looking like a young Latina Catherine was finally fitting in properly. Some of her colleagues even started calling her Catilina, as it was now more fitting, they said. She hated this but carried on.

She was actually starting to enjoy the atmosphere of the city, so alive, so rich in possibilities and chances. She even started dating a black boy she met in a party. The guy was very surprised to see that she wasn’t actually a Latina girl but a white girl temporarily looking like that. “I knew such things could happen but man, this is crazy!”. She made clear to him that their relationship was  only temporarily as her family would never accept a black boyfriend. She didn’t say that of course. “So, the procedure is only temporarily, right? Why don’t we play a bit with it? ” “What do you mean?” “Why don’t you darken a bit more your skin, curl your hair and add a few more adjustments so you can look like a full blooded black girl? Wouldn’t we be a lovely couple?” The idea sounded crazy but also turned her on. “Sure, we could give it a try” she said.

Her hair was now frizzy like a black girl’s hair. Doubling the dosage of her melanin pills and tanning sessions she acquired a full cocoa tan. Even her eyes got richer in melanin to the point when they looked dark brown.

She still wasn’t used to see herself like this each time she saw herself in the mirror but sure it was fun. She now blended in perfectly in the multicultural society she lived in and she and her boyfriend made a very beautiful couple!

 Her boyfriend even convinced her to undergo a special cosmetic treatment that made her nostrils look larger and her cheekbones lower. After some more weeks, her skin tone also darkened further to a dark brown tone.

Even if she didn’t want to admit this to herself, she was really aroused by her new looks. Without even realizing it, she even picked up the accent of her boyfriend. She just looked like a happy black girl with a black boyfriend. 

When the year was over, she was starting to be fed up with her life and just wanted to head home. She contacted a doctor to figure out how to reverse all the procedures done to her but to her disappointment it turned out to be a very long and expensive procedure. She needed at least 6 months for her skin to return to her natural color now that the tan was so deep and the same went for her eyes. As for her nose, a new cosmetical surgery procedure was necessary, and, not being supported by the government, as it went against the ethnic policies, it was very expensive. So, her only choice was to extend her internship to save some money and to undo the changes. Quite scared about this, she came back to her boyfriend and lied by telling him that she was enjoying her time there and was planning to stay there one more year. 

However, they spent the following months wasting money on expensive restaurants, fancy holidays, drinks, so she couldn’t save any money in the end. She kept on extending her internship by “just a few months” which never seemed to be enough. In the meanwhile, she kept on taking melanine pills and tanning session as it was required by her job so the pigments kept on going deeper and deeper into her skin.

One day her sister, worried for her, decided to pay her a visit as she wasn’t replying anymore to messages. So she went to her address, and ringed the bell, surprised to see another surname by hers.

It was a Sunday morning, so Catherine was still sleeping with her boyfriend. She slowly opened the door and went completely shocked as she saw her sister, who didn’t recognize her. “Is Catherine living with a girlfriend? A black girlfriend?” erupted her. “No, wait, Anne, I’m just a friend crushing at her place for the night, I…” “You know my name? Wait, is that… No way, Catherine!” – and fainted.

Catherine panicked and called her boyfriend for help. 

When her sister woke up, they had to explain her everything. She couldn’t believe Catherine had done such a thing to herself, “How could you let this happen to you, look at you, you are a black girl!” “It’s just temporary” – Catherine tried to reassure her. “This is such a shame for our family! You can forget about ever coming back! I’ll make sure your old boss know this!”

As her internship couldn’t be extended more and she lost her old job she had to desperately look for a menial job in a fast food restaurant in order to pay her rent. Still, given how expensive it was to live there she really struggled to pay off everything so she became more dependent on her boyfriend, who was now better off financially. Every time she mentioned him the procedures necessary to reverse her changes her boyfriend asked her, disappointed, wether she thought that there was something wrong with being black. Not wanting to upset him, given how dependent she was on him, she stopped mentioning this.

At some point, she had to renew her ID card. When she showed up at the office to sign the papers she was stopped by the clerk, a fellow black girl, who smiled at her and said “So you were a white girl?” “Er, I made a few adjustments” “Well done! But this needs to be registered, we need to change your race to African-American!” “Really?” replied Catherine, scared “Sure, but that’s good for you! You can apply for a special support for transracial people, it’s a new project of the city administration!” As she was eager to increase her entries, she gladly signed the procedures. 

As part of the project, she had to attend black culture courses, to write essays and even to take a trip to Africa in search of her new origins.

She felt she was living a lie, as she never really wanted to stay like this but she just needed some money now.

Once gathered the necessary sum, she started to apply the procedures to reacquire her looks and applied for a reverse change in her ID status accordingly. However, with her disappointment she found out that officially reversing her ethnicity from black to white was almost impossible as it was thought that black people should be thought to accept themselves, instead of changing who they are. 

She was sent to a psychologist who confronted her like this:”

“What don’t you like about being black?”

“But I’m not black!”

“I see a black girl sitting here now”

“These procedures… I didn’t want them in the first place, I was forced by my employers!”

“Are you saying that the office for ethnic policies did something illegal?”

“No, of course!” she replied, scared

“Then, why did you apply for a change in your ID status? Did you only want the financial benefits? This is a serious crime, you know? You could go to prison for this!”

“No, please!” she cried

“Good, then I see you just need some therapy to accept your new ethnicity, Changing your race is a really intense experience, many oriole encounter phases of reject but I’m sure you just need some more help to accept who you really are, am I right?”

“Yes” she said meekly

“Good! Then proceed this way, please!”

In order to cure her ethnic dysphoria they proceeded with intensive remodeling of her neural networks, by making her respond positively to comments on her new looks, by giving her a bias in favor of other black people, even by altering her linguistic centers to make her accent more credible for a black girl. They even altered her body shape making her figure fuller.

When they were done, she suddenly felt different. When she was explained the changes, she had to hold her tears back and say “Thats gud!”

Back home with her boyfriend she said, all worried “They did make me something! My mind feel weird! “”I know everything, it’s gonna be ok, we’ll work this out, babe! I love you even more now that you’re black forever!” It was true, she had no hopes of ever coming back. “I’m so scared, I don’t wanna be a black mama foreva!” “Shh, it’s ok, you are beautiful, you know? We’ll have kids and you’ll stop thinking about this!”

So it was, her daughter looked a bit lighter than her, which often was a matter of laughter with her husband. 

She still often cried to sleep but her boyfriend helped her a lot in accepting her new identity.

One day, she picked up her daughter from kindergarten when she spotted a blonde little girl hugged by her mum. She thought that that could have been her life and hid her tears. It was too late now, there was no going back. 

Once you go black, you never go back.

Kyle was a right wing youtuber who ran a channel about the defense of the white population and against the liberal-globalist propaganda jointly with his girlfriend. A white supremacist, you could say in short. His girlfriend Ashley was a proper match for him. An all-american girl from the midwest, blonde and blue-eyed, she shared similar opinions with her partner. She was particularly active as an outspoken opposer of interracial relationships.

One of her videos attracted the attention of a secret branch of the Black Lives Matter movement, which was particularly active in actively fighting discrimination against black people. Seeing how strong and convincing her arguments were and how effective was her communication they decided to fight her in a much more direct way. This secret organization had the necessary financial support to make the most wicked plan real so this is how they acted: they kindapped the couple which, regardless of their online popularity lived in a rather anonymus and isolated flat. They put Kyle to a deep sleep while a much different plan had been prepared for his unlucky girlfriend.

By means of the most advanced underground genetic engineering techniques they managed to steal from her her most valuable asset: her genetic heritage. They replaced her genes related to face and body features to those of a sub-saharian girl. However, it would take several months for the effects to become visible and some would actually never have an effect on an adult body (as nose and mouth shape) so ethnic cosmetic surgery was needed. The surgeons, all brilliant black fresh graduates from med school, were more familiar with changes made to make people look more caucasian but this was not to be the case. They knew who their patient was and were hence eager to teach her a lesson she would remember.

First of all, they eradicated all her hair from the roots, all the follicles were removed. The gorgeous blonde hair which was once one of her most attractive features was going to be sold on the black market to cover part of the expenses. She wasn’t left bald, though. Heir scalp was implanted with real hair taken from a Ugandan girl who had recently been killed with no reason by a violent white cop. At least her sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain, they thought.

Thick, kinky black hair would grow on the girl’s head for the rest of her life and would perfectly match with her new genes. In the same way they also replaced her pubic hair. Next came her eyes, which were injected with melanin to turn them from blue to dark brown. Another of her most attractive features was lost forever. But she would earn a more exotic charme soon! Now she looked as an extremely pale and Caucasian-featured girl with black hair and eyes. “This skin has to go” a surgeon said with an evil grin. She was hence injected with melanine stimulators all around her body. In a few days, also helped by tanning sessions, the injections turned her skin into a bronze hue, followed by a deep brown colour. She now looked south Indian thanks to her caucasian features but this was a out to change too. Her nose was largely broadened with a new procedure which reversed what nose jobs usually do. Her lips were injected with collagen to make them thick and appropriate for a black girl. Her cheeckbones were lowered, her eyelids made a little more almond-shaped. The poor girl now looked nothing different from a black girl originating from central Africa. The only feature she conserved from her original body was her lithe figure but her kidnappers had no mercy for her and this too was about to be changed. Her butt was fattened through injections until she got a full black girl butt. Her slim legs were also made fuller, and less toned. The long rest made all of her muscles disappear, making her toned figure almost chubby, in a hot way.

Once completed the transformation, they awoke Kyle. He understood who were his kidnappers and was pleasantly surprised to see that nothing had been done to him. But they he realized that his girlfriend wasn’t with him. Being asked, one of the kidnappers said with a grin “About this, we have thought a lot about what could be a suitable punishment for your ideas and in the end we opted for this. Nothing bad has been done to her in our eyes although you might not like it!”. “What have you done to her?” he screamed. “Let’s be clear here: you are two white supremacists of the worst kind who have no understanding of the issues of black people and are also strongly against interracial relationships. What better punishment than making you into interracial relationships?”. “Haha, I’ll never be into this shit!”. “We have worked on your neural receptors, changed your pheromones and stimulated your brain with selected images”. “You are now easily aroused by African girls while you are absolutely turned off by white girls. In short, you are now a black girl addict”. “That’s not possible!” he screamed, panicked. “Let me see you!”. A black prostitute entered the room. As soon as he saw her, he became suddently aroused. To his disgust, he couldn’t take his eyes away from her. Then the girl left the room and was followed by a white blonde girl. He was istantaneously turned off by her. She tried to kiss him but he felt nothing.

“I guess you don’t hate us black folks so much now”. “Oh shit” he managed to reply. “But don’t worry, this won’t be a problem with your girlfriend. She’s a black sister now!” and he showed him his girlfriend’s new body. He was dumbfounded “is this her?” he said. At the same time she waked up and istinctively kissed him, without realizing what had bern done to her. He was so into black girls now that he enjoyed it like crazy and kissed her passionately. After the kiss she realized that something was off with her hair, so she stroke it with her hand. The sight of her dark brown arm holding her black curly hair made her scream. “Congrats! You have become a sistah!” said a girl from the entourage holding a mirror. The girl couldn’t believe this was her now. After struggling to come to terms with it, screaming and crying a lot, she finally paused, staring at her new self in the mirror. “I forgot to mention, there is no copy of your original DNA and the cutting-edge technology we used to alter your genetic heritage is too risky to be performed twice as it could result in life-threatening consequences, so you should learn to adjust to it! Btw, it looks like your boyfriend liked the change!” She turned her head toward her boyfriend, realizing just then how much he enjoyed the kiss and how little shocked he seemed about her transformation. “They… They made me only attracted to black girls. They messed up with my brain, I don’t know what was it exactly”.

“So now we have a lovely black girl and her loving white boyfriend, that’s so cute!».

The two were set free but couldn’t come back to their normal lives obviously. They spent the following weeks hiding in their apartment trying to figure out what to do next. An accurate examination confirmed what their black kidnappers told them: what they did to Ashley was there to stay. Her hair continued to grow black and thick like the black girl she now was and even spending a whole week indoor her skin didn’t get any lighter. All what she managed to do was to artificially straighten her hair.

To a close examination her facial features didn’t show any trace of the surgical procedures which altered her features so dramatically.

They even tested her DNA with one of those DNA kits you can buy online. The result left no room for discussion, she was now 100% from sub-Saharan Africa

Having to face the hard reality, with no documents and no was to prove the incredible transformation she had undergone, she was constantly risking to be caught by the police and deported as an illegal immigrant.

So she would spend the whole day at home, while her boyfriend earned their living. They had to close the youtube channel, which was their main source of income, so they were now barely managing to cover the expenses. On the other hand, their sex life was going better than ever, with Kyle being hooked to the newly acquired kinky hair, black and sensual eyes and gorgeous dark brown skin of her girlfriend.

After some time, they were contacted by the organization which abducted them. The message said that they were aware of the difficult financial situation of the couple and offered the girl a fake ID card which would make her a US citizen again in exchange for something: she had to become a prominent figure in the Black Lives Matter movement, by delivering speeches, opening a new Youtube channel and so on.

She bursted into tears once more after reading that but they had to agree that that was their only chance to give her a future again.

She was forced to learn their ideology, to practice on it by writing essays and starting delivering speeches to all black schools in the most disadvantaged neighborhoods.

She was dying inside but she had to go through it. Not that she missed the required skills. Being well educated and used to give speeches she quickly became quite successful. On top of that, her carefully crafted looks made her very popular among the black community, especially the guys, which made her disgusted.

Now called Kayla, she became a star in the BLM movement, even being interviewed on TV and on newspapers.

She had to keep her relationship with Kyle well hidden as such a girl wasn’t allowed to be dating a white guy.

At some point, the BLM movement decided that it was time for the next step.

«Hi Kayla, we see you’re doing as required, good to see» «Of course I am, I had no other choices». «Remember that we can still notify the immigration authorities that your ID is a fake, you can guess how much you are hated among policemen, many of which are white supremacists, haha!» It was true, they would have no mercy with such a prominent figure in the BLM movement. «So, here’s what’s next for you: we have noticed how popular you are among black boys, we think if would be beneficial for your image to publicly date one of them» «No way, you can’t ask me this» she begged «I’m not even attracted to them!» «But this can be fixed, do you remember your boyfriend?» She gulped. «Ok, I’ll do as you wish».

So she was forced to start dating this black guy from the movement, she felt so ashamed to be seen in public as a black girl dating a black guy. She was just one of them now! Her boyfriend knew that she had been forced into this and actually, due to the black girls fetish they planted into his mind, he found this quite hot.

Kayla in the meanwhile had to go with the flow, as instructed by the BLM people. At some point she had to have sex with the guy. She had to admit that she was starting to feel attracted to him, so she quite enjoyed it. Maybe it was the matching pheromones but she felt a new connection to this guy and to black people in general. After a few months, she broke up with Kyle and moved in permanently with the new guy. At this point, her white girl identity was critically weak, overwhelmed by all these new experiences. All the speeches she had to learn also did their job in brainwashing her into believing them. Having stopped seeing Kyle, who was now dating another black girl, she had no links anymore to her white identity, which she now only felt in her rare moments of solitude, when she would still sometimes cry at realizing what had they done to her.

On the other hand, her identity as a fierce black girl proud of her heritage and with a loving black boyfriend was becoming stronger in her.

One day her boyfriend proposed her to marry him. She was free to chose now but out of her free will she accepted. She loved him and this was her life now. One year later came her first child, a lovely full blooded black girl, followed by many others.

At this point the BLM contacted her one last time to tell her that she had learned her lesson and was now forgiven. The fact that the process wasn’t reversible was a lie, and they offered her to return her to her original form, as long as she kept on believing in the right values.

After a long struggle, she said, with tears flowing from her large dark eyes: «no, I can’t do that, I have kids now and… I see myself as a black woman. That white girl, Ashley, died long ago for me».