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Authors Note: Any implied generalities about a particular race are not
meant in a negative light; rather, this is meant to reinforce the
mistaken stereotypes of the story.
Melissa really had it all. It was so hard to argue otherwise, when you
consider the many blessings she had. Great family, great house, great
childhood, intelligence, athletic ability, and the beauty to round off
the perfect package. More about the beauty, you ask? More about the
5'7, 125 pound blonde goddess with perfect C cups and that cute little
nose nestled between blue doe eyes and a sexy little mouth?
Melissa, at 17, had the world at her fingertips. She was 17, a month
into being a senior at GW High School, the head cheerleader, an honor
student, captain of the swim team, and quite possibly the most popular
girl at school. She also had a definite scholarship locked up for
cheering, and could basically pick and choose from a nice list of
colleges begging for an oh so perfect candidate like Melissa.
Sadly, Melissa had a few nagging flaws. For starters, she was pretty
arrogant, and not just some of the time. She was right, all the time,
and you were wrong. Simple as that. Secondly, and more disturbingly,
she was a racist. A racist? In 2004? Surely, we must have the wrong
person, because why in the world would Melissa HATE certain students
based on their race? There is no concrete answer to that question, but
her actions speak clearly. Let's join Melissa last week as we follow
her story.
Melissa walks into the locker room, with her best friends Ally and
Gail. All three girls are blonde, good looking, and wearing
cheerleading outfits. Their talk turns to the men of the football team.
"...and I just know he'll ask you Melissa. I mean, John would be out of
his mind not to ask you!" Ally exclaimed.
"Oh, totally." said Gail, "I mean, like, it's just meant to be. You
know?"
Melissa thought for a moment. This was true. John was the captain of
the football team, and however clich? it is for the head cheerleader to
date the captain, it must have some-
"Ow!" A collision rocks Melissa out of her dreamy state. A look down
reveals the offending party. A sneer comes across her beautiful lips.
"So. Janet. Didn't you learn back in rice land that you don't try to
knock people over?"
"OH! I am very sorry to have offended you. Prease don't be angry."
Janet stammered. Poor Janet. Melissa was the last person she needed to
run into. Being a 4'10 Asian immigrant struggling with English after
her family moved to the US last year, Janet has felt very ostracized.
"What? You're sorry? Ugh!" Melissa had the insult wheel turning at this
point. "You know, I wish I knew why they let people like you into
America. You're too short, you have no breasts to speak of, don't get
me started on the eyes, and your English is horrible. Prease? Are you
kidding? Learn to use the 'l', you know? Why don't you just run home
and have Momma cook you up some noodles so you can get the hell outta
my way."
Janet took all of 2 seconds before she ran off, tears brimming in her
eyes. Ally and Gail were speechless. They had seen outbursts from
Melissa before, but never quite like this. It was as if they had both
seen her true colors at once.
"Melissa, that was kinda mean...don't you think you could've just let
it go?" inquired Gail.
Melissa turned around with the rage still in her eyes. "Let it go?
Gail, those people just need to learn that they live in America, and
here, we do things the American way. My way."
Gail, in disbelief at Melissa remarks, made a decision. One that would
later prove to be of great benefit. "Melissa, if that's the person you
are, you can forget counting me as a friend."
Melissa just stared blankly. "Fine. See if you make the A squad this
year. It'll be a shame to have you warming the bench at the JV games.
You coming Ally, or are you up for dating the football leftovers too?"
Ally certainly didn't want that, but she knew, deep down, that Melissa
had a problem. One she didn't want to be a part of. "Forget it. I'm
with Gail."
"Forget both of you then!" And with that, Melissa stormed home to stew
over the idiots she had chosen as friends.
Later on that evening, Melissa had a nice American meal with her
parents. Her mom and dad were as apple pie as the come - mom was just
an older version of her, still very beautiful, and dad had a George
Hamilton look to him, only younger. Melissa finally retired to bed that
evening, ready for tomorrow when John would ask her out.
The alarm clock went off, and Melissa went to get ready for school.
However, a rude awakening hit her as she put her feet to the floor.
Rather, as she didn't put her feet to the floor. She actually had
trouble reaching the floor from her high, four-poster bed. Strange,
that hadn't happened in years. The full-length mirror said it all.
Melissa was now barely 5 feet tall. She looked to be 90 lbs. dripping
wet, and had lost all of her beautiful curves. Especially the ones up
top. A scream escaped her lips.
Suddenly, a woman burst in the room. She looked strangely familiar, but
she too was very petite. "Melissa, what wrong? Why you scream? You make
mother scared."
Melissa, in dim recognition, realized that this was her mother, and
that she needed to figure out what was going on. Rather than going into
it, she decided to play along for the time being. "No, I fine. Prease
let me get dress, and I go school."
As her mother shook her head and left, Melissa couldn't believe it. She
tried testing her voice. "Herro. My name is Merrisa. No, my name is
Merrisa. Merrisa! Merissa!" What was wrong? Why the hell couldn't she
pronounce her 'l' sounds? Melissa couldn't explain it. She heard her
mother calling to come and eat breakfast before she went to school.
Somehow, she knew she had to go, so she found suitable clothes for the
day. They were plain, and very unflattering, but Melissa wore them
anyway. She ran out the door and to school, having a very strange
suspicion about what might be afoot.
As Melissa got to the school, she saw something beyond incredible.
Strangely, everyone looked to have Asian traits, such as the almond
shaped eyes, and dark hair, but they were all tall. At least they were
certainly tall to her. It was as though everything had flipped, as if
she were in some alternate universe. Melissa felt so insignificant as
she walked the halls, unable to see through the crowd, and so easily
pushed around. Finally someone pushed her into a girl who certainly
wasn't happy about it. Melissa looked up to see 3 beautiful girls in
cheerleading outfits. They all had the slanted almond eyes and the long
dark hair, but they were around 5'7, with uncharacteristic large
breasts.
"Look where you're going you- ahh...well, look who we have here. Little
Melissa. How's it going down there?" The lead girl said this with a
condescending smile.
"I so sorry. Prease, not let happen again." Melissa barely got it out -
it was so hard to put sentences together. As if it were a second
language...
"You stupid little immigrant. Why don't you learn how to speak English?
And what's up with those eyes? Who ever heard of straight eyes like
yours? Girls, let's leave this pitiful little thing to herself so she
can reflect on how inferior she is."
The words stung in a way only a teenage girl can understand. Melissa
had some brief recognition as to why this was happening, but it hadn't
changed her mindset. She still believed in her destiny as the perfect
girl, and she was still the blonde goddess of yesterday, and this was
all a dream. Or was she a delusional immigrant, wanting so badly to fit
in, who made up the fantasy of being that person. Which was it?
Needing to escape, Melissa bolted from the school, ran home and locked
herself in her room.
Her mind spun. What was going on. Was this some horrible nightmare she
had been trapped in? Nothing made sense. She thought back to yesterday
- did Janet have something to do with this? Even if she thought that
were possible, which she didn't, how to even find her? No doubt she
would be much different. The shoe was truly on the other foot.
Melissa, exhausted by the day's events, fell onto her bed and was
quickly off to dream land. What Melissa doesn't know is that she has
been picked by 'powers that be' to participate in an alternate universe
'experiment'. An experiment that casts her into the universes, which
parallel ours, which may range from being only slightly different to
being radically changed. We follow Melissa for a few of these
universes.
The alarm clock went off, and Melissa went to get ready for school.
Wait a second. The alarm clock? Melissa thought she had just taken a
short nap. She sat up, wondering how she would face the horrible
reality of being short, unattractive, and foreign. But, as Melissa
stood, she looked down, and saw...herself. She was back! It was really
just a horrible nightmare.
As Melissa got ready for school, she failed to notice many of the
subtle changes. Like the family pictures featuring another woman
instead of her father. As she kissed her now normal mother goodbye, she
mentioned that her mother was taking them out for dinner tonight.
Melissa never knew her mother to speak in third person, but, didn't
think much of it. Just a little mental slip.
Melissa got to school, met up with her friends, and things seemed to be
going normally. That is, until she started to notice how many girls
were holding hands. Same with guys. Hmmm...she pushed it out of her
mind. Probably just a coincidence. Anyway, she decided that now was the
time to make the move with John, so she singled him out of the hallway
between classes and struck up a conversation. She kept dropping subtle
hints about the dance but he wasn't biting. Ugh, guys are so stupid.
Finally, she made it clear, since Melissa never had a problem going
after what she wanted.
"So, do you have a date for this weekend's dance? Because if not, I was
thinking you and could..."
John's eyes popped out of his head. "Ummm...look, Melissa, that's ok
with me if that's what you're into and all, I'm not here to judge,
but...I'm not like that." With that, John turned and hurried away.
Melissa couldn't believe it. John must be gay! But wait, that can't be
right - she knew girls who had dated him. Again, she put it out of her
mind, chalking it up to strange coincidence.
Throughout the day, she felt more and more stares coming her way. Not
the usual jealous and lustful looks...no, this was different. Finally
someone cracked a joke about her "liking the cucumber" which everyone
thought was pretty funny. At lunch time, she spent some time in the
school library. She found out, much to her surprise, that about 1000
years ago humans had undergone a genetic mutation, which allowed for
asexual mutation. The history book showed that humans had, within that
time, completely changed breeding habits, with most people turning
towards the homosexual persuasion. In fact, anyone with heterosexual
feelings is quite the minority - most people are ostracized for dating
outside their gender.
Melissa couldn't believe what she was reading. There was no way this
could be true. She decided to test her theory. Walking up to a random
guy she flung herself at him and starting kissing him passionately.
There was NO WAY that any guy in his right mind wouldn't want this
incredibly beautiful woman making out with them.
The guy, of course, freaked out. Pushing her away, he screamed "Freak!"
and ran off. Melissa was crushed. She had no feelings for women - she
didn't want to live in this reality. She spent the rest of the day
dealing with the stares of the other students...living in a constant
state of embarrassment. She felt like the normal one, when in fact she
was the outside, the anomaly. She started to grasp what was happening.
As soon as the school day had started, it was over. Melissa was back
home, and met her other mother, Sherri. She was nice enough, but it was
so odd to see her own mother holding hands and kissing this other
woman. She even heard them making love after they got home. Too weird
for her. She laid her head down on the pillow, praying to get her life
back.
The alarm clock went off, and Melissa went to get ready for school. She
felt the changes before she saw them, and ran over to the mirror to
see. First off, her ass was much larger than before. In fact, coupled
with her now larger thighs, it looked like what could be called a
"ghetto booty". As she looked up, she saw a slight roll at the stomach,
large D cup breasts and thick arms. Her face looked odd with a wide,
flat nose, and her hair was oddly set in cornrows. In fact, she thought
that she'd be a perfect black girl if her skin wasn't still white.
It all came down like a ton of bricks. She was living out the people
she had persecuted. Janet, the other day. The lesbian girl at her high
school who she tormented on a daily basis. And now, she was getting pay
back for the black girls on the squad that she always made fun of for
their figures and the way they acted.
But, Melissa though, I act differently. I'm not like them. Or so she
thought. Melissa's mind was being subtly affected, just enough so she
had a hard time with it. Melissa showered and got dressed in a halter-
top and a skirt that showed off her ass very nicely. She came
downstairs and saw her mother. Her now obese mother had her incredibly
large ass facing Melissa as she cooked breakfast.
"Ohhhhhh honey, you sure look good today!" Melissa's mom said. "You'd
best be eating a big breakfast, I sure didn't cook for no one!"
Melissa was about to say no thanks - she obviously needed a diet - but
she found herself sitting down and packing away bacon, eggs, and
pancakes, followed with a nice glass of sweet tea.
After saying good-bye to her mom, she headed off to school to see what
awaited her today. When she got to school she was almost unsurprised to
see that almost everyone was black. The oddest part was seeing black
people who lacked African traits. The women had nice, small, tight
asses and cute button noses. They all looked like Tyra Banks clones.
Strangely enough, she saw other white people who looked and acted
completely "ghetto". It was as if her own stereotypes had come to life.
And Melissa was living proof. Despite her best efforts, her grammar was
horrible at best. She had "Ebonics" down to a tee. She found she knew
more about the latest Alicia Keys novel than she did about any English
assignment she had. And when T-Bo, the thick looking dude with chains
and low riding pants came up to her at lunch time, she knew she was in
trouble. T -Bo's "charm" had no problem in winning him a date with
Melissa that night.
Later that evening Melissa, though repulsed for agreeing to a date with
that thug T-Bo, found herself dolled up and looking every bit slutty
for her new man. T-Bo made sure to give her a fine meal (Arby's) and
treat her like a lady (only called her a bitch twice!).
After the meal, Melissa found herself in T-Bo's Caddy. As T-Bo made the
first move (pushing Melissa's head down to his crotch), Melissa tried
mightily to resist, but she found herself doing exactly what she would
expect with her skewed stereotypes.
As T-Bo unzipped his pants, a huge cock flopped out. Obviously not what
Melissa was used to, she starting choking the piece of meat down her
throat, and found it strangely satisfying. T-Bo let out a low moan, and
this only served to entice Melissa more. Eagerly she slurped on the
large cock until she felt T-Bo start to grab her head and push it down
harder and harder.
"Oh yeah bitch...mmmm...suck it...oh yeah, you know you want it,
uhhhhhhh...UHHHHHHH..."
Melissa braced as T-Bo shot his cum down her throat. She eagerly
slurped it down like the whore she was. T-Bo made it clear that she
needed to get in the back seat, so they both moved and Melissa suddenly
found herself stripping down. T-Bo got her on her hands and knees in
the back seat (Melissa had no idea that a Caddy was this large) and got
her ready for doggy style. Melissa's nice ass stuck out behind her, and
her tits hung down so low they touched the seat. She felt something
large at her ass, and T-Bo thrust forward suddenly. Melissa let out a
low moan, having no idea that taking a huge cock in her ass could feel
oh so good.
T-Bo started a steady rhythm, and Melissa soon found herself backing
into his thrusts.
"MMMMMMM, oh yeah baby. MMM, fuck me harder sugar, oh honey, harder,
oh, harder, uuuhhhhhhhhh, yeah, unhhhhhhh..."
Melissa felt the orgasm coming quickly. She was nearly face down on the
seat with T-Bo going at it harder and harder. All of a sudden she felt
his cum gushing inside her. That set her off as she had a massive
orgasm that set it all off for her. She screamed out in ecstasy as T-Bo
pulled out.
"Yeah, bitch, that was good. You sure is one fine ho." T-Bo muttered.
"MMMMMM, hmmm...you know it baby. Let's go get some fried chicken."
Melissa found herself saying.
As they drove off, Melissa couldn't help worry what else would be in
store for her tomorrow...
To be continued...
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