...an Australian Aborigine."
"Really?" asked the surprised Hebe. "Another strange request but granted."
Hebe started to pour mud soothingly over Derrick's body. When he looked down, it looked like the mud was darkening, but not coming off. When he reached to feel it, all he felt was skin. That was his skin now!
Derrick closed his eyes as the mud washed over his hair, turning it black and curly. Some of it got into his eyes, and they turned a rich brown. It flowed over his nose, widening it into a pug nose. The mud washed all his clothes away and darkened the rest of his body. The soles of his feet started thickening until he could barley feel anything at all through them.
Derrick was about to exclaim how cool this was when his mind clouded up. He started thinking in a language he didn't recognize. Then it came to his mind that it was Australian Kriol. Wait, what? English? What the hell is that?
He looked up at the strange woman above him. This wasn't his mother. In fact, she didn't have pure black skin like him! Then his vision got blurry and someone with black hands picked him up out of a puddle of mud. She whispered to him in a language he actually recognized!