It's been 16 years since Angie's mom left the device in the park. At first, Angie resisted this new life. She tried to be a tomboy in her terrible twos and a brat by age three, but once she reached age four, her mind adjusted. Years of being treated like a little girl broke Kyle, and he honestly forgot he was ever really a guy. He may be white and have a penis, but that doesn't mean he's not a black girl, right?
Angie was looking in the mirror while she did her makeup. She had brown hair that she loved styled like her mother's hair in a big afro. She had no real breasts but no guys seemed to care, as long as her dick was packing. She was wearing a dress with a tight skirt and wonderful piercings she got when she was five. She was a spunky sixteen year old girl, at least as far as she and the rest of the world knew.
She headed downstairs and screamed "By Momma! See you later!" as she walked out the door. She and her date LeMarcus had a lovely night on the town. They got ice cream, had fun chats, LeMarcus even pinched Angie's butt a bit, and the two had a great time all around. The only part that messed with Angie's head was someone they saw.
He was a white guy in a business suit, eating ice cream while on his phone. Despite this, something in Angie's mind told her that the man was only about 16 and black? She didn't know why she thought this. Of course this man looked black and had tits and seemed young but that was... normal... right? She ignored it and the two love birds ended up in the park. LeMarcus had to pee so he rushed off to the public bathroom and Angie sat on a metal bench.
She felt it move a little as she did and found it wasn't a bench at all, but a lost and found bin! She figured it was worth a shot to look inside and she didn't see too much good stuff. Some single gloves, a penny, a towel. Then, Angie saw something that made her subconscious scream. It was a small, metal, device with a few big buttons...