After only a mere minute Denise explodes into her first ever male orgasm, splurging hot white ropes of semen all over the hardwood floor next to the bed. Terry backed out of the way as soon as he realized that his ex-girlfriend was about to cum. He sucked her/him off yes but he didn't want to swallow the stuff. He stood up and smiled, entertained at the sight before him... this muscular black man splayed on the bed, pants down to his ankles and holding his convulsing shaft, moaning deeply in confused arousal... pumping on his charcoal black veiny dick as if desperate to prolong the ecstasy of orgasm... this horny, confused mess of a man was really his girlfriend Denise... his beautiful, slender, red-haired and blue eyed white girl is now inside this artificial body that is virtually her complete opposite in every aspect... Terry realized how much this turned him on, how kinky this was, the idea of the sexy feminine Denise fully encased in the skin of this virile black guy, her mind confused by the invading surge of testosterone... Terry smirks as he realizes how perverted he really was... to force Denise to be somebody else for a while just for his sick entertainment, to deny her even her name and call her Jamal instead... it was straight up evil and manipulative, but he didn't care!
Denise's deep moans finally subsided and she opened her eyes to look up at Terry as he watched her, a look of confusion and shame plastered on her new face. "Terry, oh shit what the fuck have I done?? What the fuck were YOU doing? I, I didn't know you liked men, I mean, I'm so confused and ashamed and freaked out!"
"Hm interesting choice of words there... didn't know I liked men, so you consider yourself a man now, Jamal?"
"What? I, NO! Terry I'm not a man and I don't want to be one... and my name's not Jamal, stop calling me that, I hate that name, I hate this voice!! Please let me out of this thing!!" Denise screams as she leaps from the bed, still naked from the waist down, cock slapping against thighs as she sits down at her vanity table, cringing at the sweaty disheveled man she sees reflected in the mirror. She clumsily undoes her bow tie and loosens her collar, thick fingers diving at and around her neck as if to search for something. "Shit there has to be like a zipper or something somewhere, right? There HAS to be! I'm getting out of this thing if I have to claw my way through!" Denise desperately scratched and pulled not even caring for the pain it caused her until she let out an "Ouch!" and stopped. A thin gash on the side of her manly neck, a drop of red blood staining the white collar of her shirt. Denise teared up realizing this wasn't just some thick rubber suit, it was living flesh and muscle, she can't just rip 'Jamal' off of herself, that would be an unbearable pain.
"Stop that! You're hurting yourself" Terry chastizes and he rushes over. "Oh man look you even stained your only white shirt... oh well I guess I had to buy you some spare uniforms anyway."
"I couldn't care less about ruining this stupid men's shirt Terry for fuck's sake tell me how do I get out of this skin suit!" Denise yelled.
"Jeez, calm the hell down Jamal" Terry says and he carefully dresses the small wound on her neck with a bit of gauze. "My name is Denise." She said flatly and stubbornly while Terry pulled her boxers and slacks back up, buttoned her shirt and redoes her bowtie. "Hm well at least the blood stain is hidden behind the tie, eh?" He casually tells her and she gives a quick glance in the mirror, carefully pulls her bow tie even a bit tighter then she nods. "Yup, can't see any red. Thank you, I guess, but I still want out of these clothes and this body."
Terry sighs and pulls the little remote for the mech-suit from his pocket. "Look Denise, the only way to open Jamal up and get him off of you is by pressing a button on this device"
Denise's eyes open wide with hope. "Terry please use it then, let me out of him I promise you I'll be a good girl from now on, I want to be my real self and treat you right, please I really don't want to be a black guy... I can't be a black man Terry I'm white and I'm a girl for fuck sake!"
"Why not? Denise you've been a straight white chick your whole life, now you have the opportunity to switch things up and play with a new and modern persona. Imagine a story in some lifestyle magazine, 'young straight white woman defies all norms and becomes a gay black man', doesn't that sound really fun and cool?"
"I, I don't know... Terry I see that you obviously really want me to give this a go, to try being Jamal for a while, but I'm scared of this, I don't like it... and this bodysuit is also messing with my brain, this really scares me even more. Back at the store it was like being drunk and high at the same time... I'd lost myself almost completely in that extreme, uncontrollable arousal and I was barely still myself, it almost completely hijacked my mind..."
"But isn't that exciting Denise? All that lust, the gender and racial confusion, the foreignness of all this? Didn't it feel good to get an erection, to cum as a guy?"
"I... no!"
"Be sincere."
"I... I guess it felt... good. Intoxicating is the right word I guess... in fact I'll admit that I've never been so horny in my entire life... I've never been aroused to simply look at my face in the mirror, getting horny even about wearing this outfit, I mean fuck I hate this tuxedo look and guys like Jamal are the opposite of my type, who would've thought I'd ever touch a guy like this, let alone well, be literally inside his skin?? Maybe it arouses me just because I dislike it so much, I dunno, makes sense?"
"Maybe." Terry replies amused.
"But in any case... I don't think I can do this, it's too fucked up Terry... I can't be Jamal, please can you set me free?"