You barely remember the night before. You remember Damon that motherfucker bringing in the black girl, after seeing how damn horny and worked up you got, and the rest of the night faded into a heady mist of sexual delight. You remember that she basically took you through damn near every single position in sex, top, bottom and everything between. She was a queen of the sack and you were happy to move along and enjoy her body. But now? Now you felt sore. Worn out and yet so very satisfied. Starting to pick yourself back up, you get up and feel stronger despite the soreness.
Dragging yourself to the bathroom, you decide to get things moving that morning and then head out for the usual routine of working out, helping Damon out, and anything else that might come with being the newest thug on the block. You stop however when you see the reflection staring back at you.
Your body is if anything even more muscular and sizable, but your skin has perceptibly tanned, becoming just tan enough to almost make it seem you had some African American blood in you. You feel your face, feeling the stronger features and slightly thicker, kissable lips. You feel your larger, darker nipples, and look down and push down your boxers to see a thicker cock before slipping the boxers back up. "What...the...fuck? What's he DOING to me?"
You almost feel like screaming, ranting, smashing something, but you only just manage to keep some vestige of control, your strong hand resting on the mirror. "I'm...I'm not black. I'm not black at all! What's goin' on here...?" You mumble to yourself as you take in your appearance.
Then you hear Damon shout, "Hey my man, got you some new experience! Her name's Tasha!"
You audibly gulp in the bathroom and think about what to do...