Turkish delight

Sophia was the most stunning girl in her town,in northern Germany. She was very concerned about what was happening with her country, with all the refugees who came in in the last years and the demographics shifting towards a multiethnic society. Many people shared the same thoughts and fears but were too afraid to be called racist to speak out. However, she wasn’t the kind of person who was afraid to speak her mind and who feared people’s judgement. So she became an outspoken supporter of anti-immigration parties and frequently spoke out at local anti-immigration rallies.

Karim, the son of a pretty rich Turkish-born millionaire who become rich thanks to a chain of Turkish food restaurants he himself built over time, was also really popular, especially among German blonde girls, which always made people like Sophia mad as they didn’t like all the cultural changes happening in today’s Germany. At some point, he grew an interest in Sophia. Sophia would never be seen around with a Turkish guy,so, when Karim asked her out, she refused decidedly, saying that she would never date middle eastern immigrants.

Karim wasn’t the kind of guy who could take no as an answer, so he started an elaborate plan to get her and to also make her more open-minded about other cultures.

Having access to his father’s wealth and facilities he had her kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse belonging to his family. Here he had previously arranged a team of highly specialized cosmetic surgery with a very detailed list of procedures to be applied to the girl.

As soon as she was freed from her gag, she addressed her kidnapper: “What the hell are you planning to do to me, dirty bastard?”. He quietly replied with a smile “Let’s see if you’ll still be looking down at me in a few days” and ordered the surgeons to sedate her.

The set of operations took several days to be put into practice. First, they worked on her scalp. Her fine blonde hair, once her biggest pride, was removed from her scalp to the roots. After some time needed by her skin to recover, her scalp was implanted with new human hair, now of a completely different texture. Her new hair was dark brown and very curly, typically middle eastern. Next came her eyes, whose blue irises were covered in dark brown pigments. In order to make her skin permanently darker, they implanted under her skin she melanin production stimulators, which quickly made her skin of an exotic bronze hue. Last, her facial features were slightly modified to make them fit more her new middle eastern appearance: her lips were made fuller and other features were slightly modified to make her unrecognizable.

Then she was finally awaken. Still unaware of what happened to her, she was greeted by Karim with a broad smile. “How do you feel, my beauty?” He asked. “I feel a bit numb… How much time has passed? What have you done to me?” – asked her. “Just a few days. But first, tell me something more about your views on immigration!”. After some efforts in reassuring the scared girl that nothing bad was going to happen to her, she started to explain “Well, you know, you immigrants from Turkey and the middle east make so many children while we Germans have so few of them that ethnic Germans are going to be a minority soon!” “Interesting! How about mixed couples?”. “They are disgusting! And their children are going to look nothing like Germans! Is it so wrong to be proud of our distinctive traits, like blue eyes and blonde hair?”. “Haha, it’s so funny to see you people struggling with these changes! You have to accept it. And to make you understand it better, you will be part of the change yourself! Bring her hair, doc!”. A surgeon brought there the splendid mass of blonde hair which used to belong to Sophia, now attached to a synthetic scalp maintaining them alive. “As you can see, your hair has been removed from your scalp.” “What?” She screamed “Am I bald now? Why?”. “Not at all! In fact, your new hair is much thicker and longer, as you can see” – he said, after showing her some of her flowing mane.  “No way, that’s not my hair!” – she screamed. “I’m afraid so” – he said “and it will always grow like this. You’re not a blonde anymore, I’m sorry! Doc, free her right arm!”. Being free to move her arm, she could feel the texture of her new hair and feel that it was actually attached to her scalp. “Noo! You monster! What have you done to my hair!” – she screamed, crying and screaming hysterically. “Haha, if you’re struggling so much to accept this, just wait for the rest!”. “What else have you done to me?” – asked she. He stared at her arabic features from very close and kissed her. “I’m afraid you cannot be a white supremacist anymore now, baby!”. The poor girl stared at herself for a moment and then started screaming even harder. After a while, she managed to say “I hate you for what you have done to me! This is not me anymore!”. “I’m afraid it is, instead. Get used to this because you are going to look like this from on now. I’ll leave you here with a mirror for some time so you have time to digest what has happened to you.”  She couldn’t believe what has been done to her. Gone were her nordic looks, now she was forced to live as a girl with an immigrant background, just as the ones she used to hate. She wept with her brown eyes, with tears falling on her brown skin and hair. After a while, Karim entered the room and told her: “You now have a choice: letting everyone know what happened to you, making you the shame of all German nationalist and the delight of the immigrant community.” “Never” – she said with pride. “Telling everyone how much you desired to achieve an exotic look and telling them that you willingly underwent cosmetic surgery for this, with similar effects as before.” “No!” – she said. “The last option – he continued with a smile – is to continue your life with a new identity, as a Turkish girl. You will work in one of my father’s restaurants and receive a new identity, with no need to explain what happened to you.”.  After a long silence, she said “Yes – bowing her head – I want to live as a Turkish girl.” “Great! My sister will help you with this! I forgot to say, my sister has always been envious of German blonde girls, so I decided to transplant your hair to her. Together with her green eyes, she looks great, I have to say!”.





When she appeared, Sophia hated her instantaneously. She was rocking her old blonde hair and actually looked quite german, unlike her now! “Hey, thanks so much for your hair! I’m so happy to be a natural blonde now! I can also teach you some tricks about how to deal with your curly hair, you know, my hair used to be like this once. Not my problem anymore, haha!”.

Also, you must learn to be more submissive to your boyfriend now, Turkish guys are like that. Unless you want to date German guys but I remember how much you were against mixed couples, haha! Also, many German guys aren’t into your kind of beauty, I fear!”.

Sophia, now Yagmur, had learned a fair amount of Turkish and also her attitude had changed. Not anymore an assertive German girl, she now was mush more submissive with boys, especially with Karim. “Hey, my beautiful Yagmur, how are you?”. “I’m good, thanks” – she replied in Turkish, meekly staring at the floor. “How is it going with dating? You have always been against mixed couples, so I guess you must only date Turkish guys now, right?” “Yes, I love Turkish guys and I’m so proud to be Turkish now” – she was forced to reply.

However, after a while she had enough of this and decided to take back her life. She escaped the custody of her kidnapper, went to her boyfriend and explained him everything. After the initial shock, he understood and they became a couple again. At least their children would be still purely German, they thought. She learned how to use her new exotic charms to turn him on and everything went fine. However, he grew more and more addicted to her exotic looks to the point when he started to cheat her with actual Turkish girls. When she found out about this, she asked for explainations, and he said: “You know, I started to grow addicted to your exotic looks and at some point I started wondering how would it be to be with an actual Turkish girl, so I’m sorry but I don’t share your ideals anymore and I’m leaving you for an actual Turkish girl.” Not only he dumped her but also he was now into actual mixed relationships! “I hate looking like this so much!”- cried she while leaving their old apartment.

After some time, she returned to Karim, who gave her an even more menial job in one of his father’s restaurants and set her with one of his Turkish friends. Still shaken by what happened with her old boyfriend, she gave up and accepted her new fate. She was one of them now.

Changing colours

Katie was your typical Scandinavian girl: a blonde, blue-eyed goddess who had all men wrapped around her little finger. She didn’t like foreigners, especially those from poorer countries, like Marco, a handsome Latino young man from Colombia. Marco worked in the same company as Katie, even if his job was menial compared to hers, so they often had lunch together. One day he realized how much he liked her, so he decided to ask her out. She didn’t just refuse, but also added that she would never go out with someone from such a shithole country!

Shocked and offended, Marco returned home in despair but then he recalled an ancient curse orally transmitted for generations from his native American ancestors which was used to deal with the Spanish conquistadores. He uttered it carefully, hoping for an appropriate punishment for her from the ancient Gods.

When Katie woke up the morning after, her blonde hair started to look some shades darker, while her eyes looked more green than blue now. She initially thought it was just an effect of the light and didn’t pay attention to it but she noticed how her co-workers started giving her strange looks. She mentally noted to buy a specific shampoo to lighten her hair, maybe the lack of sunlight or something about her diet was responsible for her darkening hair. When she returned home in the evening, she felt so tired she went straight to bed and didn’t pay attention to her hair, which was now a full brown, or her eyes which were of a sensual hazel colour now.

The process didn’t stop during the night. When she woke up and stared at herself in the mirror, she was utterly shocked. Gone was the Nordic goddess, replaced by a hot Latina girl. Her hair was jet black, and no shampoo could do anything about it. Her eyes were large and dark brown, her skin was light brown, a shade no Nordic girl could ever achieve with tanning. Even her nose shape and facial features were more typically Hispanic. She was now also much shorter than before. Marco suddently entered the room as the door was left open since the day before, stared at her lustfully and said “So you’re one of us now! Still looking down to non white immigrants?”. She was dumbfolded and horrified by the loss of her precious Nordic features but also turned on by her new looks and ethnicity. “Uot did you do to mi?” she said, before realizing she now got a thick Spanish accent. “Haha, you really sounds like a Latina girl now! Btw, all your Swedish is gone now! Even if you try to learn it again, you’ll always sounds like a foreigner!”. Katie was overwhelmed, her whole identity has been stolen from her! She instintively covered her mouth wuth her hands but the sight of her tanned arms and raven black hair moving around made her even more self-conscious about her transformation.

“Oh, one more thing, sweety! You have no identity, no job and no accommodation. Just try to tell people what happened to you and you will be sent to a psychiatric hospital right away! I’m the only one who can help you to get a fake ID card as a Colombian girl and maybe a job in a McDonald or Starbucks downtown. That’s the best job someone with your status and education could get, I guess. Still better than living in your shithole country, though, right? Haha!”. Katie started screaming and cursing him in Spanish, which came to her naturally as her native tongue now. “Haha, I see your latin genes are starting to affect your temper, chica! But you should get a grip on yourself, just think what could happen to a hot girl like you all alone in a foreign country! You should show me some appreciation instead!”. Katie stopped for a moment and realized that she had to do as he suggested, at least for the moment. “Ok, whatcha do you wanna mi to do?”, she said, blushing for her new accent. “First of all, kiss me!” – he said. She reluctantly complied, realizing that they shared exactly the same complexion now, they would have looked like a beautiful latin American couple from outside. This thought both disturbed and turned her on at the same time. “Good girl” – said Marco, visibly satisfied.

Katie secretly started to discover a new side of her personality, as a part of her was enjoying being a submissive, uneducated Latina girlfriend instead of the dominant, powerful Nordic young woman she used to be. She also started to really like Marco. She now worked at a local McDonald, communicating with customers in the basic Swedish she could quickly relearn in a course for immigrants and lived with Marco in a small flat. Her name was now Clara Sanchez, it took a while for her to identify with that name but in the end she managed to.

She tried to look good for her man and had to admit to herself that she was quite the hottie but she still hated representing a certain kind of exotic beauty which didn’t represent her! She even tried on blue contact lenses and dyed her hair blonde to try to regain her former looks but she just looked like a Latina girl ridiculously trying to pass as white. Her dark brown irises were too rich in pigmentation to be covered by colour contacts, while her dyed blonde hair looked totally unnatural and fake and her black roots appeared after just a few days, giving out her natural complexion. One day her hairdresser, a blonde Swedish girl like she herself used to be, refused to dye her hair blonde again, saying that she had to “go with her natural look” and that she “wished she had such gorgeous hair and eyes”. Katie hated her deeply but she had to admit that she was right. Marco commented “I’m glad to see you are finally accepting your new heritage! I actually think we should overall your features a bit, to show everybody how proud you are to be a Latina, what do you think?” Clara gulped “Soo whatcha do you meen?”. “Well, you should book some tanning sessions, for example! There’s not enough sun for a natural tan here but this shouldn’t stop you from showing off a good tan! Also, your hair needs a bit of a curl, I think!”. His tone admitted no reply, so she couldn’t but follow his instructions.

Clara’s skin responded pretty well to the tanning sessions. To her disbelief, her skin turned from a light brown to a full cocoa skin. Not black of course but still darker than before. She even questioned whether her new generic heritage included some contributions from sub-Saharan Africa. Next was the hair salon. Terribly ashamed of herself, Clara told her usual hairdresser that she decided to embrace her natural looks and even to strengthen them, so with a trembling voice she asked her to give her hair a permanent curl. When she was done, the reflection was that of the hottest brown girl she had ever seen. While before she could have passed for Spanish or some other Southern European nationality her tight curls definitively made her look more exotic. Anyone would guess she had some African blood in her veins now.

Marco welcomed her with an even more passionate kiss “That’s my girl, that’s what you were meant to be!”. They had the most passionate sex of their lifes. Clara noted how her skin was now even darker than his, which turned her on even more.

After a long struggle, Clara started to accept her new identity and the fact that she was going to live as a Colombian uneducated woman for the rest of her life. Marco, after taking great pleasure in making her realize how much she had changed, started to show disinterest for her. One day she confronted him about this, in the passionate tone she always used when she talked to him now, and he replied: “It has been fun to turn you into a hot brown girl and to see all of your proud fall and to see you accepting your new role and to be my lover but now you’ve become just a plain latin American girl as many others I could find in my home country. I feel like I need something more exciting from a girlfriend.” Clara couldn’t believe him, he turned her into this and now he was dumping her. “Then turn me back to my original self!” – a part of her never stopped dreaming about turning back but her hopes were soon disappointed. “I’m sorry but there’s no going back” – he said – “the spell can only be cast once. You have to live like this, i’m sorry. Besides, I’m seeing a Swedish girl already!” and he quickly showed her a picture of a typical blonde blue eyed Swedish girl. This was too much for her. She packed all her stuff – which wasn’t that much actually and left crying. She kept her job and found a new accommodation, but living alone the rent was higher so with her modest salary she could barely afford it. With no money to invest in education or language courses she had no chances to improve her condition. She was stuck in a dead-end job. She tried to date wealthy Swedish guys to find a way out of her situation, but she was struggling to get into a serious relationship. She was very popular on tinder for one-night stands thanks to her exotic looks – even if all the racially based appreciative comments she received made her sick – but it seemed like Swedish guys didn’t want to have a girlfriend from such a country. She hated all the Nordic girls for how sought after they were, starting to forget she used to be one of them.

With her working visa about to expire and little money left, she had only one choice: move “back” to Colombia. She had never been there before but at least she didn’t need a visa to stay there and she spoke the language, so finding a job was easier for her.

Still, with no family of friends to support her she couldn’t find a decent job, only temporarily jobs as waitress for example. One night, a local drug boss offered her to hire her as a dancer. Elated for the opportunity, she accepted it, quickly discovering the mistake she made. She was now basically one of the personal prostitutes of this thug, with no freedom of movement and no income – just an endless supply of dresses, makeup and jewels. After a while, she was forced to undergo plastic surgery to enlarge her breasts and to fill her lips. One more step away from the Nordic natural beauty she once was. When she recovered from the surgeries, she looked like a fake Colombian prostitute – which she was now.

After a few months, her master decided to give her a child. Now she finally had someone to care for, something to live for. After giving birth, she become a full time mother. Certainly a much different live from the one she would have expected once but she loved teaching Spanish to her little brown boy.

Maternity even made her figure fuller and more mature, in one last straw to her youthful Nordic beauty of one time. She couldn’t stop staring into the mirror remembering the days when she looked down at non whites. She was one of them now, a MILF from Latin America.

Introduction

Hi everybody! Being a huge fan of F2F RC stories I thought, why not starting creating my own ones? So, here I am!

The only purpose of these stories is entertainment, please be aware that any reference to ethnic stereotypes only serves the purpose to make the story more interesting and spicy, I’m not willing to offend anybody here!

Said that, enjoy and don’t forget to give me some feedback!

Alex