Cultural Appropriation

A prideful lawyer learn to behave from an unlikely source....

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Allison Barnes briskly marched towards her office, navigating through the crowded streets. With her phone pressed to her ear, she barked into it, "Yeah, I don't care about the damn parade, Tom. I need those documents on my desk ASAP."

As she plowed through the sea of people, irritation bubbled within her. Today was the date of the Chinese New Year, and a nearby Chinatown had arranged a carnival on the street to celebrate. Unfortunately for Allison, it means that the entire road leading towards her office was crowded with people. She couldn't help but mutter, "Why the hell do they need to block the entire street for this Chinese circus? Ridiculous!"

On the other end of the line, Tom tried to reason, "Allison, it's a cultural celebration. Chill out a bit."

Rolling her eyes, she scoffed, "Cultural celebration, my ass. Who the fuck even care about them."

Unbeknownst to Allison, Mrs. Lin, an older Chinese woman, overheard her derogatory remarks. Mrs. Lin stepped forward and scolded, "Young lady, show some respect! Your words are ugly, and your heart is darker than you think."

Infuriated, Allison shot back, "Mind your own damn business, grandma! I don't need a lecture from you."

Mrs. Lin, undeterred, raised her hand and commanded, "Stop!" Surprisingly, Allison felt an invisible force compelling her to halt, her phone conversation abruptly interrupted.

Confused and scared, Allison stammered, "What the hell is going on?"

Mrs. Lin approached, her eyes piercing through Allison's defiance. "You need to be disciplined, young lady. Come to me."

Despite her inner resistance, Allison found her body moving against her will, following Mrs. Lin's command. Panic set in as she struggled with the bizarre loss of control.

Mrs. Lin continued, "You'll learn respect, even if I have to teach it to you myself." She took Allison into one of the empty alleys leading to her house. "A proper woman should have good manners," Mrs. Lin asserted, her gaze unwavering.

Allison, her anger bubbling, spat back, "You can't just... damn it, let me go, you crazy old bat!"

Mrs. Lin scolded, "Prostitutes under my employ behave better than you. Maybe you're better off as one."

Enraged, Allison threatened, "I'll sue you for this! You can't just—"

Mrs. Lin simply gestured, silencing Allison's voice. The lawyer's attempts at defiance turned into muffled protests. Mrs. Lin then began a disturbing commentary on Allison's appearance.

Mrs. Lin, her gaze critical, began to comment on Allison's appearance, each remark accompanied by a subtle transformation. "Your skin is way to pale," she remarked, and Allison's complexion darkened to a more golden hue. 

"Your breasts are disappointingly small," Mrs. Lin continued, and as she did, Allison's chest swelled, reaching a voluptuous Double D cup.

"And your face, it lacks that delicate allure of a proper Chinese woman," Mrs. Lin commented, and Allison's features reshaped, now adorned with almond shaped eyes as she turned into an Asian beauty.

Finally, when the transformation was complete, Mrs. Lin released Allison from her spell. The lawyer, now a breathtakingly beautiful, buxom Chinese woman, gawked at her new reflection in disbelief.

Mrs. Lin, relishing in her work, sneered, "Much better. I like my girls to be not just Chinese but absolutely irresistible."

Allison, trapped in her altered form, looked at herself in horror. Enraged by the changes, she spat, "I won't be turned into some Chinese doll, change me back or you'll pay for this!!”

Mrs. Lin chuckled, "Oh, dear, who do you think you are suing people around like that?"

Allison struggled but couldn't answer. The memories of her life as Allison were slipping away like sand through her fingers. "I... I..." she stammered, her mind betraying her.

Mrs. Lin seized control of Allison's identity, rewriting her past with the stroke of an unseen pen. "You grew up in China, a poor girl struggling to survive. Your name is Mei Ling."

Allison, now Mei Ling, tried to resist. "No, that's not... My name is Al.. Al.. Allison!" she protested weakly.

Mrs. Lin's powers worked their magic, rewriting her memory. The memories of growing up in Brooklyn faded, replaced by a tale of a poor girl in China struggling to survive. Allison's mind blurred, and her memories rewrote themselves. "Mei Ling..." she mumbled, struggling to grasp her vanishing identity. "I... from... China..."

Mrs. Lin continued her subtle assault on Allison's memories. "You were lost in the US, and I kindly took you in. You've always been one of my beloved girls."

Allison desperately trying to cling to her old self. "No! I was studying to be a lawyer, not some... some whore!"

Struggling with her transformation, Mei Ling's English faltered. "I no... I... Allison," she muttered, her words becoming progressively more broken, interspersed with Chinese phrases.

Mrs. Lin chuckled, interpreting Mei Ling's confusion as success. "You always worked for me, Mei Ling. A loyal Chinese slut."

Mei Ling, now thoroughly engulfed in the fabricated reality, whispered, "No... Mei Ling... not... slut..."

Mrs. Lin nodded approvingly. "That's right. Now, go get ready. It's the Chinese New Year, and you need to celebrate. Bring some men home, they'll be our customers tonight."

Submissively, Mei Ling nodded and began preparing herself for the night. As she left, the distorted memories of being a successful lawyer, a woman named Allison, faded into the shadows. All that remained was Mei Ling, a puppet ready to serve Mrs. Lin and her clients.