“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!
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
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.”
“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.
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!
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