Lilly had never really enjoyed fried chicken, due to the whole "minstrel show" vibe it gave off to her people. But this chicken just looked...divine. Perfectly golden brown, with slight juices making it glisten, made her wonder why she hadn't tried it before. "You never know. There was that old Chappelle's Show joke that everybody, not just black people, like fried chicken." She made a whole chicken out of the parts she grabbed (2 drumsticks, 2 wings, a chest, and some livers), and walked over to the register. The old black woman in the hairnet on duty gave a big smile. "Oh, chil', you gonna love dat chiken!" Lilly found it odd, but hunger was winning out over thinking things through.
She sat down at an empty booth, and took a bit. "DAYYMN." she happily stated, as her straight hair started to frizz out into a circle. She began to eat a bit sloppier, with her admiration getting more and more foul mouthed and a prominant Eubonics twang corrupting her voice. "SHAWTY, DIS IS TITE." Her sweater vest began to take on more of a leather feel, and turned neon orange in return. Her proper white blouse dipped low under her non-existant chest, which was started to exist, and gained a black & white striped pattern in return. "SHEEEEEIIT." Her nice black slacks slid up her legs, turing the same orange as her jacket, and stopped at being an intensly tight pair of short shorts, with her professional stockings ripping aparts until they were fishnets. And then her booty expanded, the leather shorts making the sound a balloon does when you rub it, until her butt was like 6 inches off of her waist, a modern day Hottentot Venus. Her chest had expanded to about a C cup, but with no bra to measure to, it was just a guess. "MUTHAFUCKA, Y'ALL BE TRIPPIN' TO MISS DIS CHIKEN." Her face erupted in dark makeup, as her gigantic fro stopped its swelling with the addition of a purple butterfly-shaped afro comb sticking out of it. Two giant white hoop earings appeared in her ears, as well as a pair of red Beats by Dre, pumping out the latest Young Money Crew singles. "JE-SUS LORD, AYY-MEN." Her somewhat small height shrank more to a paltry 5'1'', futher showing off her newly gained T&A, which looked like she relied on them instead of her mind. Wait...didn't she...uh-huh! She was ah nuw strippah at da lokal cluhb, an' she only cam to da college for da food. "Dis chiken's juss da best, yah know?" motioning to a couple of educated hoes. "Heah, hava piece. I is done foh now." Leleandra Whitman wiped off her face, especially her pouty lips, and left to get ready for work tonight. But what of the girls who she gave chicken to?