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The Grass is Greener
By Mrraizer
New York is a city with eight million stories. Some of them include a woman
named Madame Duvalier. Madame D is a Voudou priestess who gives back to the
community in unusual ways. She changes people for the better.
Shaheed Ali is a young man fresh out of jail for robbery, assault, and
rape. As a young man let out early by the revolving doors of justice he
hasn't quite learned his lesson. Always blaming his actions on "the man"
Shaheed is soon going to learn the true meaning of free will. Shaheed's
chance meeting with Madame D will soon alter his life.
It was a humid night in Harlem. The type of night you wanted to sleep away
but couldn't because your skin stuck to the sheets. Shaheed stood outside on
the stoop of his halfway house smoking a cigarette. He worked as an
unskilled laborer in a light bulb factory in Brooklyn. He stood there,
bored, tired and hot. The fact that he had no shirt on and a pair of cotton
sweats with no underwear on didn't make him cooler.
The women walking around in short, shorts and little tops did very little
to cool Shaheed down. In fact, it made him hotter and more bothered.
He couldn't do much with his six dollar an hour job in the way of providing
for him. He had a small room in the halfway house with a twin sized bed, no
television, and a nasty communal bathroom. Most of the occupants of the
dumpy halfway house were drug addicts or ex-cons like him.
The two months of "going straight" were just about to end on that hot night.
Instead of blaming himself for his predicament he blamed everyone else.
"It's the fuckin' man keeping me down." he said to himself.
An old man sitting on the stoop couldn't help but over hear Shaheed. He
shook his head and smiled faintly, wiping the sweat from his chocolate brown
forehead.
"Hell yeah, these muthafucka's won't hire me no where 'cause I'm a convict."
"Young man..why you so mad?" the old man asked, speaking for the first time
despite the fact that he didn't want to because of the heat.
"I'm mad because I got a shitty job, I live in a shitty place.."
"Now, who's fault is that?" the salt and pepper haired man asked.
"It's the man's fault.he been keeping me down all my life!"
"Who been keepin' you down?"
"The man! The white man! The devil!" Shaheed spit venomously.
The old man simply shook his head, "Now young brother.who chose your life of
crime? Did somebody force you into it?"
Shaheed stopped for a moment. He couldn't think of what to say. He did all
his crimes because he wanted to, because he felt like it.
"You uncle Tom ass nigga!! Fuck you Pops!" veins began to pop out of
Shaheed's muscular neck.
Pops was taken back a bit. He didn't want it to come to this. This young
black man had so much anger in him. He only tried to talk him out of doing
something crazy.
"You sit here on this porch smiling like a fuckin' monkey all day! The man
got you too! Why you live here!?" Shaheed's eyes were filled with a violent
rage.
"I sit here, boy because I own this here brownstone. I bet ya didn't know
that did you? I do this to help my people." Pops said beating his chest
proudly.
"Aw man, fuck you Pops, you don't own shit!" Shaheed said waving his hand at
Pops, stepping off the stoop and into the night.
Although Pops looked like a poor, elderly man he was actually very wealthy.
Despite his frayed tank top, faded slacks, and run over shoes he served as a
councilman in Harlem in the 60's. Since he stepped down as councilman, he
gave back in other non-visible ways. The halfway house he owned, offered
people that were down a way to climb back up. Pops simply shook his head at
the angry young man disappearing down the street.
"Uncle Tom Muthafucka!" Shaheed cursed, flicking his cigarette into the
street.
He rubbed his smooth bald, head and stopped at the corner. The evil flash of
violent thought went through his mind. He couldn't rob a store because he
had no gun. He thought about picking a fight. At that moment he felt a
stirring in his sweatpants. He slid his muscular hand down to his balls and
gripped them tightly.
"I'm gonna get me some pussy tonight!"
Shaheed continued down the street, looking for a potential victim. Most of
the young women were either with someone or just not good enough looking for
his tastes. He walked past a shop that sold candles and religious looking
relics, and herbal cures. He saw inside a woman alone dressed in a red
muslin dress and white blouse that exposed her shoulders and some kind of
matching red wrap on her head. He found his victim.
Madame Duvalier smiled to herself as the man in the window peered at her.
She continued doing what she was doing, which was closing her shop.
Suddenly, the man ran up to the door and banged on it. Madame D unlocked the
door and smiled at the man. Her high cheekbones and full lips looking
inviting to Shaheed.
"I'm sorry I'm closing in a few minutes, maybe I could give you what you
need tomorrow?"
"It's really important.I need your help with something!"
"If it's that important.come in." the native of Lascahobas, Haiti said.
She ushered the muscular man into her little shop. The man walked in looking
around at the lit candles and taking in the sweet smell of flowers. The
place looked surreal in the candlelight as Madame D closed the door, pulling
the curtains on the windows down.
Just as Shaheed was about to jump on Madame D. She turned around and blew
some type of dust in his face. Shaheed found himself unable to move. Madame
D simply smiled as the large man hit the ground in a slump. Shaheed was
aware of everything, felt everything, yet his body was totally paralyzed.
"Shaheed.you were about to do something very nasty to me." Madame D said
dragging the body into the back. Shaheed remained silent, thinking about
what he had gotten himself into.
"You may speak, Shaheed.your voice isn't paralyzed, yet."
"What did you do to me you Haitian bitch!"
"I only paralyzed you.at least until I figure out what to do to you."
"You better kill me, cause I'm going to kill you after you do whatever it is
you're gonna do!"
At this point Madame D was ignoring Shaheed, taking small note of
everything he was saying. She managed to put the big body on a table after
some struggling. She began to place candles around his body, one between his
legs, over his head, and on his chest.
"I could make you a gay-mama." she said, thinking out loud and speaking the
last word in her native tongue.
"You bitch!! Why you acting like this? Black people ain't supposed to hurt
each other." he said trying to smile, but finding he could only speak.
"Just a few minutes ago you were going to rape me.now we shouldn't hurt each
other?" Madame D, couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, you know, you could've helped a brotha out with some pussy, that's
all."
"You worthless man!! How could you let yourself get this way?"
"Them devils made me like this!! I've been institutionalized, they won't
give me a good job, and no decent woman wants me.so now I take what I want!"
"So if you were white it would be different?" Madame D said studying the
man.
"Hell yeah!! I'd be set, they all help each other and."
"Shut up!! You think skin color makes a difference in life?"
Madame D waved her hand over Shaheed's mouth. He could no longer speak. He
found himself totally paralyzed. Madame D's face loomed over him, with an
evil smile.
"I'm going to give you what you want.you will be white from now on."
"I get to start life over with advantages this time!" Shaheed thought.
"Now you will see what you believed before was untrue."
"What? What could be so bad about having all the advantages of a white
person?" Shaheed thought.
"I came to this country almost penniless, now I have a successful business
and no white person exerted an unseen force to stop me. You will now know
what free will is about."
With that Madame Duvalier began to dance around the room. The sound of
drums and singing filled the room. There were no people, just the spirits
moving around the room. Shaheed would have shivered at this point if he
could move.
Madame D spit rum in Shaheed's face. She began to mumble something in
Patois. Her body began to shake, and rays of light shot from her mouth and
eyes. She stood over Shaheed and forced his mouth open and the light shot
from her mouth into his.
"Now you will know what it is to be rode by Legba, master of pathways!"
Shaheed heard in his mind.
At that moment, Shaheed's body began to spasm and jerk wildly. He felt his
muscles shifting around all over his body and shrinking. It felt like all
the muscles he worked so hard for in his seven years of prison were melting
away. Suddenly his entire body exploded in a brilliant pain. His head
tingled; then it began to hurt. His eight-inch penis felt like it was being
pulled inside him, followed by his balls, which were internally changing
into ovaries.
His massive chest stayed that way, only becoming more like a woman's. His
nipples became larger and his chest pressed out into breasts. His breasts
were perfectly proportioned to his new body and very pert.
His hips began to spread out giving him a classic hourglass shape. His butt
began to round out and blow outward like a balloon. He was becoming a woman.
Shaheed's mind cried out. Legba laughed at him in his mind. Shaheed passed
out from the pain of sensation.
When he woke up he was no longer Shaheed. He was no longer in Madame
Duvalier's botanica. He was in a full sized bed next to a large black man.
The room was sparse; only a bed, a TV on a milk crate, and a dresser were in
it. He slid out of the bed wondering what had happened the night before. Had
Madame D made him a fag?
He walked past the mirror, barely noticing the women's reflection that
walked past instead of his own. He ran back and stopped, touching his face.
It wasn't his face, it was HER face. It was a white woman, about 5'6,
shoulder length curly-brown hair, dark blue eyes and completely nude. He
looked down at her body. Nice sized breasts with pink nipples that quickly
became erect with his own staring. His hips, which flared out like a
cartoon drawing of a woman because of the added flesh to them. A brown
triangle of hair between his legs. He let out a low whimper. Not knowing
what to do he ran into the bathroom.
The bathroom had a cracked white tile floor. The window was very small,
letting little light in. He noticed a pair of panties and a tank top hanging
over the curtain rod. He quickly slipped them on. Noticing the panties were
now a high cut thong. His nipples were erect again.
He stepped out of the bathroom with tears in his eyes. He saw a bag he
assumed was his. He rambled through it, finding a wallet. He opened up the
wallet, finding a driver's license. It told him his name was now Jacqueline
Dawson. Height: 5'6 Weight: 122lbs. Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue. Address: 121
Alexander St Brooklyn, NY. DOB: 3/4/72
Rambling around the rest of the apartment he found a pair of shorts. He
slipped them on finding they were the same high-cut shorts he remembered the
women wearing the night before. He checked the bag for keys and ran out of
the apartment.
On the train he noticed many of the men staring at him. He had no bra on and
his nipples were hard because the train was air-conditioned. He didn't
notice he was sitting with his legs opened giving a good view of what the
little jean shorts barely covered.
"What tha fuck you lookin' at?" he said in his new Brooklynese accent to one
of the gaping men.
Finally he made it back to the botanica. Madame Duvalier was sitting in the
chair smiling at him. She waved him in.
"Come in Jackie!"
"Change me back!"
"No.you seem to think it's easier to be white, now you'll see."
"I'll be alright, I'll just go to my family get some money, get a good job
and."
"Let me give you Jackie's memory." Madame D interrupted.
Suddenly, A whole lifetime came flooding into Jackie's head. It hit her
like an aluminum bat. She barely graduated high school. Her father molested
her when she was sixteen all the way until she ran away. She had several low
paying data-entry jobs and even more abusive boyfriends. In fact the man she
woke up next to was her present abusive boyfriend.
"What did you do with the old Jackie?"
"She had a brain hemorrhage last night while sleeping with her boyfriend."
"I remember.he hit me on the head."
"Don't worry.she went to heaven."
"I.I.I won't let some cat beat my ass!"
"Oh, I see you have the concept of free will down in your head now."
"I understand.I'll live my life the right way now."
"This is too easy." Madame D chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure you really understand what it is to be under someone's
control, and what free will is."
Madame D waved her hand. Jackie felt a tingle in her body. It felt like a
wave of pleasure.
"Just for good measure.You can't leave Lamar just yet."
"I..no!"
"Everything that you will find repulsive about being a woman, you will find
yourself doing expertly."
"Please!!!"
"Now leave me!" Madame D exclaimed pointing at the door.
On the train ride home Jackie felt painfully aware of the men staring at
her. She felt a bit of moistness build up in her crotch and she felt
excited. She even felt herself smiling at the attention she was getting.
When she walked, she now walked with a pronounced "switch."
When she returned home Lamar greeted her at the door. She tried not to say
anything to him, suddenly remembering him hitting her last night.
"Where you been, bitch?"
"I.I just went for a walk, you know after last night I didn't think you
wanted me."
"Come here baby." Lamar said hugging Jackie.
Jackie felt safe in Lamar's arms. Shaheed felt himself screaming inside.
Her pussy began to dampen. Lamar began to push down on her shoulder gently
at first then forcefully. In the meantime his other hand was fishing out his
erect penis from his boxers. Jackie knew what she had to do.give him a
blowjob.
Shaheed was crying at this point. Jackie on the other hand was going slowly
to her knees. She grabbed his hard tool gently, and lowered her head onto
the head. She started to suck, slowly sliding her head down engulfing it.
She began to work her jaws around the hard tool, sucking. Her head began to
piston up and down, faster and faster. Shaheed was repulsed by the action,
but Jackie felt her pussy growing wetter by the minute.
She reached around and gripped his ass tightly. She tasted the precum
emerge from his cock head. The more repulsed he got, the more she devoured
his member. Suddenly, she felt Lamar's penis twitch in her mouth. Then
again, and again it turned into a series of small spasms. Shaheed wanted to
move as he knew what was coming. Jackie stayed latched on sucking harder.
Finally, Lamar released right into Jackie's mouth. Shaheed wanted to spit
the cum out; Jackie swallowed.
"Ahhh.yeah suck my balls." Lamar said running his hands through Jackie's
mane of hair.
Jackie complied licking and sucking Lamar's sweaty balls for a few moments.
Lamar pushed Jackie back, "Ok, I gotta take a shower and get to work."
Lamar dropped his boxers right on the spot near the door and walked off to
the shower. Jackie began to cry, not because of what Lamar did, but because
he did satisfy her. She picked up the underwear after him and threw them
into the dirty clothes pile.
Jackie quietly began to make breakfast. Shaheed wanted to run away; Jackie
began to hum, expertly making scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Lamar came
out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He made his muscular pecks jump. He
slapped Jackie on the ass. "My beautiful Irish-Italian girl." He said
sitting down to the steaming plate of food.
Lamar hungrily ate the food and left a mess. He went off and put on his
security guard uniform. Walking to the door almost not saying anything, he
stopped and said,
"Hey." smiling sweetly.
Jackie smiled, "I know."
"Don't forget.you're stripping at the titty bar tonight." he said leaving.
Jackie threw down the spatula. She began to cry, "That son of a bitch never
says 'I love you' fuckin' prick!" She sat down at the table and began to
cry. As soon as the crying spell was over Shaheed took over again. He looked
around the dirty apartment. He started to clean it up, starting in the
kitchen ending in the living room. "I won't live like 'dis." He said in a
feminine, yet Brooklyn voice. After that he began the laundry. Doing jail
laundry gave him the knowledge to wash clothes that even Jackie didn't have.
After cleaning up the run down apartment as much as she could, Jackie sat
down to rest. She grabbed a cup of soda and when out to sit on the porch. A
few girls across the street began to look at her.
"Hey bitch!! You like stealing our black men huh?" one of the girls yelled.
Jackie tried to ignore them but they kept yelling similar taunts at her.
Jackie knew from her memory that she had grew up in a mostly black
neighborhood and she always had trouble with some girls. She even had what
was considered a "black" Brooklyn accent. She was basically a black person
in a white person's skin, literally. She laughed at that thought and shook
her head.
She spent the day sitting out on the stoop in the shade of an elm tree.
After hours of sitting on the stoop fending off passing men who hit on her,
Lamar came home with a bag in his hand.
"What the fuck are you doing out here?"
"I'm just chillin' baby.its too hot inside."
"You fuckin' around on me?"
"No baby.I."
With that Lamar slapped Jackie. He grabbed her arm and dragged her back
into the apartment.
"What the fuck did you do to the apartment?" he said looking around in
surprise.
"It was dirty and it stunk, so I cleaned it."
"Well, it's about fucking time!"
Lamar threw the bag on the bed. He started eyeing Jackie appraisingly. Then
he stomped his foot.
"Well, dumb bitch put it on! Its your costume!"
She quickly ran over to the bag, pulling the costume out. It looked like a
few strips of neon green lycra. She pulled off her top and began to work
off her tight fitting jean shorts. She didn't notice that Lamar already had
his pants down too. After she slid her panties down, she felt something warm
on her back.
Lamar's dick was pressed against her back. Her forcefully grabbed her hair
and bent her over. Shaheed wanted to fight back; Jackie simply let it
happen. She felt him lube up his cockhead with her juice. Just as suddenly,
he rammed the entire thing into her. Shaheed felt like he would explode;
Jackie felt complete. He began to pump in and out rapidly. In about two
minutes Lamar began to groan. Shaheed wanted the penis out of her; Jackie
used her muscles to tighten and squeeze Lamar's cock.
At that point Lamar couldn't take anymore. He shot his load right into
Jackie's just moistening pussy. He pushed her over onto the bed and threw
the costume on her.
"Now try that on after you wash your pussy."
Jackie went off into the bathroom washing her new equipment and the gooey
juices from her thighs. She put the costume on. It was just a bright green
bikini type thing that barely covered her nipples in a V down to her crotch,
it went up her ass to form a thong. She wanted to cry wearing the thing. She
held it back and went out to show Lamar.
"That looks good, baby."
"Lamar, couldn't you get a bikini or something?"
"Why? You won't wear it long anyway!" Lamar laughed.
"I.I..don't know."
"You're gonna make us rich! I won't even have to work anymore.just for you
shaking your ass! And they gonna love you 'cause you white!"
Jackie shook her head. A tear formed in her eye and she walked out of the
room. She went back into the bathroom to change.
"I can't live like this, I won't be used by.by..the man!" She thought.
"But how.I'm scared to leave."
Lamar burst in the door nude. He stood in front of the toilet and began to
piss.
"What the fuck is wrong with you." The pissing man said.
"Nothing." Jackie said walking out of the bathroom, "I'm going to sleep a
little before I go."
Lamar shrugged and kept pissing.
Jackie dreamed of Madame D in spirit form. She was floating in a verdant
Caribbean field surrounded by exotic trees. Madame D smiled at him like a
mother would.
"I'm glad you're fighting, Jackie."
"Madame D.I.I'm sorry, I didn't know life could be this hard."
"Its alright child, you believed what some people told you and didn't listen
to what others did."
"So you'll change me back, right?"
"I'm sorry child, Legba changed you for good."
"So I have to live like this, forever?"
"You're doing fine so far.just think of this as community service."
Jackie woke up with a start. Lamar was sitting in front of the TV nude
watching a baseball.
"Bought you some Chinese food.eat since you ain't cook." He said without
looking at her.
Jackie stretched and felt like a new person. With the nap, Jackie and
Shaheed had fused together. There was a hazy thought in the back of her
mind. She got up and ate her food, some fried rice and two chicken wings.
"Fix me something to drink!" Lamar shouted.
"What do you want?"
"Kool-aid!!"
"I'll fix you some Kool-aid alright." she mumbled to herself.
She fixed his Kool-aid, not putting enough sugar in it and spitting in it.
She walked back in the bedroom with an ice-cold glass of Kool-aid.with spit
in it. Lamar took a big sip, nodded and kept watching the game. Jackie was
about to walk out and fix her hair.
"Hey bitch!! I know what the fuck you did."
Jackie froze mid stride. She thought she would get hit or something thrown
at her. Nothing hit her.
"Next time put more sugar in it."
"Sorry." She said meekly.
She went into the bathroom and began to fix her hair. She played around
with a few styles. Finally, she settled on a loose ponytail. She smiled at
herself, and felt good better than she had as either Shaheed or Jackie. As
she was smiling, Lamar came up behind her and began kissing her bare neck.
"Stop it Lamar, you'll mess up my makeup."
"I just want a little head." she said pushing gently on her shoulder.
"No, baby.I don't have time."
"You know you can get the fuck out."
Jackie slowly began to go down on her knees. This time there was no
dampness in her crotch, it was in her eyes. She was about lower her head
onto his cock when both Shaheed and Jackie screamed, "No!" The same no, came
out of her mouth at that moment.
Lamar grabbed her arm and pulled her up violently. He snatched her panties
off, ripping them at the seams. She struggled and fought to get away from
him, but his grip was too tight. She scratched his arm. That made him loosen
up enough to let go. She managed to slip away.
Jackie made it to the hallway where an aluminum bat was resting against the
wall. It was the same bat he hit her with the night before. She grabbed it
and turned to face Lamar. He laughed, "You'll never hi." was all he managed
to say. Jackie hit him on the head with the bat with all she had. Lamar
dropped like a leaf.
"I'll be ok..I have free will!" Jackie screamed.
She ran into the bedroom, slipping on a fresh pair of panties and a pair of
jeans. She quickly grabbed all of her most important belongings and clothes
throwing them in a duffel bag. She dropped her keys on the unconscious Lamar
and ran out of the apartment.
The girls from across the street were still on their stoop.
"Hey cracker bitch! Doin' your man's laundry? Tell him to come over here
when a fine prince like him wants a REAL woman!"
"Fuck you!! You can have your 'prince' see how he treats you!" Jackie said
storming off down the street.
Jackie found herself back at Pop's halfway house. Pop's was sitting on the
stoop enjoying the early night air. He smiled at the young woman walking
down the street with a packed duffel bag.
"Hey, do you have any available rooms here?"
"Sure do.one just opened up last night, had a guy up and leave."
"I don't have much money."
"Call me Pop, we take care of our own here." He smiled. "Let me get you the
keys." He said stepping back into the super's office.
Pop came out with the key, and handed it to Jackie. "You upstairs on the
third floor." He smiled.
"Thank you.I'll pay you as soon as I get a job, Pop."
"Don't worry about it take a load off.you look like you had a rough day."
"Like they say Pop, the grass is greener."
Jackie smiled and nodded, moving up the stairs. She collapsed on the bed and
trailed off to sleep.
Epilogue:
Jackie became a stripper a few days later. She went under the name "White
Chocolate" because she moved like the black strippers despite the fact that
she was white. She used her money to pay Pop a month's rent. She quickly
made friends with some of the less catty strippers. She moved in with a
Puerto Rican stripper named Melinda Martinez. They moved into an apartment
together and in the fall, Jackie enrolled in City College.
She didn't know what to major in so she took Liberal Arts until she got
herself together. She enjoyed college life and fell in love with a student,
Harold Wilson. After two years Jackie switched to Primary education to
become a grade school teacher.
Jackie and Harold married. Jackie is now seven months pregnant and about to
complete her Bachelor's degree. She stopped stripping taking a part-time job
as a secretary at City Hall.
Jackie rubs her protruding belly talking softly. "I know you'll be half
black and half white, but that's ok little one, life is what you make it.
People of every kind have a rough life, but yours will be easy as I can make
it."
The End
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