Revenge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once you go black

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.

Changing views

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».

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