The big, bald black man who only a few hours ago was a slim, short, read haired white girl named Erica, stumbled into his/her apartment, an angry and confused expression plastered on his/her new virile, bearded face. Erica knew that her boyfriend Dave told her that she should call herself Jamal now, and that she should stop identifying as a cis straight woman... But to her that's just, well, wrong! Grotesque even! Her name IS Erica, dammit, and she IS a straight girl! She doesn't want to be a bulky, black gay man! She looks in the mirror in her bedroom and she begins weeping, overwhelmed by sadness and anger, and even some feeling of repulsion. How could her boyfriend do this to her? Since when is Dave gay? And doesn't this clearly mean that he never even liked her, the REAL her? Her crying intensifies. She felt so defiled, humiliated and betrayed! To make things worst, Erica is also a bit of a homophobe and even slightly racist, so she basically was turned into everything which she disliked! "To hell with Dave!" She declares out loud, and got startled by her deep, manly voice. She looked over the vanity table and spotted the box with the vials of man serum that Dave mentioned. She opened the creepy thing and true enough, inside were five syringes filled with an ominous looking, glowing blue liquid. Erica slammed the lid closed, in anger. Then she remembered something important... a spark of hope! Dave said that if she doesn't inject herself with the drug before midnight, she'd change back into herself instantly!! Obviously, she had no intention of taking the shot, then. That's it! The solution. Simply not take the vile drug! And Dave... well he can go fuck himself! Erica looked at the time, and it was now nine thirty p.m. Two hours and a half and this nightmare would be over! Feeling a bit better at this thought, Erica stepped back in front of the full length mirror. "Jamal" looked back at her. "That's right. You will soon be gone, you big lumbering.. gay man! You're nothing. You're an abomination, you should not have ever existed! I despise you! But you're powerless against me, you hear? It's MY body, MY sex, MY race, MY name, MY life, do you hear me? Deal with it!!"
It felt good to let that out, to scream. Erica felt adrenaline rushing through her like never before... In a sense, she realized, this time she didn't even get put off by her alien, manly voice... It sorta fit the emotions she was feeling now, made her feel strong, comanding, even a bit intimidating! She never felt this way before. Maybe that wasn't just adrenaline, Erica reasoned, maybe it's her...well, Jamal's, testosterone...flowing through him...well, through her. Her? Him? So confusing. Technically, the body is a "him", she conceded. Erica just realized that she screamed those words at the mirror, at Jamal, but the words were screamed in his voice. She watched HIM in the mirror, angrily screaming at HER that "This was HIS body, HIS name, HIS life, and that she, Erica, will be gone forever in a couple of hours!"... The thought was horrifying and yet, Erica also kind of finds it to be a bit...erotic! She leans in very close to the mirror, face almost touching the cold surface. She stares Jamal in the eyes, and he stares back. "Listen... I want to live. Ok?" She tells him. By way of the same effect, it came out more like he told her this, in his voice... Her. Him... Erica reached two large hands and rubbed the smooth, shiny ebony skin of her shaved head. His shaved head? No, hers... Actually, it probably should be HIS... She, Erica, had long straight red hair, right? Well, not what she was caressing right now, was it? Anyways, she missed her hair, but her shaved scalp wasn't that bad either. Right? It was liberating and sexy, Erica admitted, with a bit of guilt. Not her shaved scalp, though, HIS shaved scalp. She moved to feeling HIS facial features next. Felt so alien and exotic. New! Not her own, but well, his. Erica realized that pretty much everything was "his" now. It was simply true, everything that she is, is now, well, him. Jamal. There is only Jamal here in this room, looking at himself in the mirror, talking to himself like a fool... She instinctively makes a smile, and Jamal's plump lips part, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. A wide, healthy, handsome smile! "That... is my smile? My new smile..." She grins some more, she slides her hand along her tie slowly, feeling the silky fabric and the hard, huge muscles underneath her white shirt... "You are actually pretty sexy, aren't you, Jamal?" She teases...herself, "Hmm, ok I guess I could try saying... I am pretty sexy..." It felt electrifying. Erica feels the large cock in her boxers start to stir... "Oh my god I'm turning myself on!" She removes her black blazer and tosses it on the bed. While kicking off the shoes and working to undo the belt, she mutters to herself "I am not a girl... I am a man now, ain't I? Yeah, I'm a big, tall black dude... Ooooh fuck... I have a... I have a cock. A huge veiny cock!!" As she pulls the enormous shaft out of the boxers, she marvels at its sight. "This is mine! My penis... My big black dick!! Oohh yes... I... Ok, fuck it, I'm a man, I... my name is Jamal... Oh god yess!!" Erica, or maybe that should be Jamal now, kicked off her, ehh HIS slacks, loosens his tie and then turns back to face the tall mirror, cock in hand. At the sight of himself, he immediately starts pumping hard on his rock hard shaft, grunting horny as testosterone flooded his brain. With each pump, Erica strived to push away her identity as a cis-straight white woman, to rid herself of her ignorant homophobic thoughts. She pushed herself, she tried to make the transition, to become an actual, non white gay man...
But should she do this, or is it wrong and she should stop right now? Go back to being her female self?