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Jessica could not believe, or rather, she did not want to. Her close friends had wanted her about dating michael, but she had always insisted that they simply did not know him like she did. That he could prove his good heart if they just gave him a chance without prejudice. Jessica had defended him, tooth and nail blinded by infatuation, michael just treated her so well, that she could not imagine him being any other way. 

Until he grew comfortable. The once attentive boyfriend became distant and dismissive. The compliments got rarer, instead feeling like she was expected to dress up for him, for his enjoyment. Perhaps Jessica could have over looked just this with her love-struck eyes, but she could never overlook her boyfriend watching those podcasts, filled with hate and lies, blaming “the blacks” as they called them.

“They are nothing but a culture of criminals, and they have the balls to asks us for tolerance” “Why do they get to be proud of their heritage and not us? They are trying to erase us!”

He watched that disgusting content with not a trace of shame in his eyes, Jessica asked him why in shock, because how could he watch and believe those things while dating her?

Michael answered with a grin, “because you are one of the good ones babe, you are smart enough to know who the real man is” he got up and wrapped his arms around Jessica, hands resting on her ass. He gave a light squeeze, and jessica felt her face grow red with indignation, “Such a bangng body you have babe, it makes me overlook other things, you are not like those other black folks trying to take us down, you are a smart one, that why you date white don't you?”

He tried to kiss her, but Jessica was able to struggle free, “what the hell is wrong with you-” she could barely talk, she felt too furious, because of he was willing to be this horrible with her when comfortable,  then who knew what he said when he was alone with his buddies?

“Come on babe, relax, everyone knows white is the best there is, why don't we go to bed and I can paint you in a new color” Jessica was done with him. She was going to slap his teeth out…but another idea came into her head. She instead smiled, and making an excuse about not being in the mood, convinced Michael to move their little love making session to later that week, though she had some major changes in mind.

The following week, Jessica was making out with Michael on her bed, pushing through the urge to slap him. She still wondered how she had even fallen for such a man, but she would fix that soon. She just needed to wait for the sleeping pill she’d stick into his drink to kick in and….

Michael snored, knocked out cold. Jessica grinned, she might have thought of this immoral, but not with someone that considered her less than human. She skipped to the closet and got to work, pulling out an all white ensemble of clothes: white compression legging, white socks and a white blouse as basic as one could be, along with a brunette wig and some glue. Off came Michael's male clothes down to the boxers. She dressed him in a white lace combo of bra and panties, making sure to tape down his dick and glue on a couple of perky breast forms. The blouse came on easy, it was the legging that have her a little trouble as they clung so hard to his frame, he had always had well defined legs and bottom, but the white material clung so tight it gave him the appearance of having a bubble-butt jiggling with even the faintest of movements. The wig came next, styled into a braided ponytail. Jessica glued it in place and got to work on his face, plucking away at his facial hair softening the contour of his face and curving his eyelashes into feminine ones. With perfect timing, Michael started to wake up. He opened his eyes to find Jessica on top of him and he smiled, thinking she was so desperate to get more of him, “I didnt know you wanted me that bad, babe. But dont worry, I’ll get you want you want….” he sat up on the bed and felt…things. wrong things. His legs rubbed together encased on some soft, stretching fabric, the same fabric that seemed to want to dig itself between the crack of his cheeks… hi whipped his head, “what-” 

He cut himself off. On the full body mirror he could see the reflection of a brunette dressed in all white. Her body was tight, her hair framed a perfectly made up face and was that… “my lips!” he gasped, seeing his pillow-like lips, a courtesy of Jessica. 

“I think they make you look great, Michelle” said Jessica, trying to hold on her laughter, “plus, can't really be a white bitch without those”

“You! you did this to me?!” Michael yelled, “You- you think this is funny? dressing me up like some-”

“Slut?” Jessica stole the words from his mouth, “You should be happy with the amount of effort I went through to make you look this good, bitch. I ven made sure to get the good glue. Those tits arent coming off for a good week at least. 

Michael grabbed and tugged at the breast forms on his chest. He groan, feeling the forms tug at his skin. they were bonded to him, “Jessica–I swear to god I am going to-”

“What, Michelle? You are going to knock me out with you new tits?” she felt the anger she had kept bubbling out of her, “I can't believe I used to defend you from my friends, saying you were a good guy with a good heart. But you don't even see me as a person, you only see me as…as something you have to show off to your friends, you racist asshole”

“Michelle” wanted to yell some more, but the sudden knock on the door made him perk up, panicked. Jessica slide her way to the door and opened, letting in a towering mass of muscle of a man. A black man.

Ge was followed by another, and then another, until 5 dark men stood with their arms folded and and eyes fixated on the white clad ass before them, “I glad you made it, boys, Michelle here is just so eager to meet each of you” spoke Jessica. Michelle was too terrified to speak, the way those men stared at him, how they practically ravaged his clothes off with just a gaze, it was enough to shut him up.

“Now that’s a fine piece of ass if I ever seen one” “Look at how it wobbles!” one of them smacked Michaels ass. he yelped, too afraid to learn what they would do if he resisted. “Now dont you worry white-ass, your friend here said you wanted to be white as snow, will we gunna make sure you are as white inside as you are outside once we done here” their hands were glued to his bubbly ass, kneading roughly. Squeezing wuth smug grins on their faces. 

Michael looked at Jessica. His face begging her for mercy. Jessica grinned, “I will come pick her up later, then” she looked michael in the eyes, “Hope you have fun, white bitch~”

A man’s lips smacked themselves onto Michael´s as he saw Jessica skip out the room, leaving him to his look with the horny bulls. In less than a second heis tight had already ripped. He knew what the tongue of another man tasted like, and he could only wish they would get bored, but judging by the giant imprints visible through their pants, he was in for a very rough night.