"You know those girls at school? The ones in the clique who sing at all the school events?"
"You mean the black girls? The ones who change their hair every other day?"
"Yeah, them. I want to be like them."
"Why? I mean, it's not like they're the best way to study African-American culture for your project. If anything, it sounds like you just want to hang out with them."
"Look, I've always wanted to sing, but I'm too nervous to approach them for help. A white girl, singing in an all-black choir? Do you really think they'd warm up to that?"
"Well, it's your choice, Jenn. You'll need an alias. I can write something up while you undergo the process."
"Marianne. I'll use that for my alias. Now go and write that up."
As soon as he left, Jenny typed her choice into the computer. As soon as she hit the "enter" button, the process started.
Bright lights filled the room as Jenny noticed her pale skin darkening and darkening until it was the same rich brown as the milk chocolate bar she'd split with her brother yesterday. Her fiery hair split apart from its braid and curled up on top of her head, turning dark as well, while her breasts and ass fattened up, giving her body more pronounced curves. She could feel her clothes changing as well; she now had on a tank top, jean shorts that made her booty stand out even more, and heels on her feet. "The only thing that could make this better...," she thought, just before a necklace strung itself around her neck and earrings hung down from her lobes.
Suddenly, the door entered. Jeff was holding the fake I.D. he'd made for "Marianne". When he saw the beautiful black girl she'd become, his mouth dropped a few inches. "You look..."
"Hot, white lightning? Me, I'm ready to bounce on over to Boomtown High and belt out some tunes with my fellow chocolate ladies. Mind giving me a ride, handsome?" She said all this as her soft hand cupped Jeff's chin, while the other took the I.D. out of his hand and placed it in her back pocket.