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.
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