"Well, you see," Melanie began, "I was adopted by an African-American family. They've always tried to make me feel welcome, but I'm tired of sticking out like a sore thumb in my own family. To be honest, I feel more like a black girl than a white one after growing up in a black family since I was a year old. I've heard that picking a penis from a different race in this club can transform you to match the dildo's ethnicity. I was hoping I could try one on and turn myself black."
"Okay," Michelle said warily. "Just understand that a lot of sex happens in this club, and you'll be a girl permanently if you get any cum inside of your body."
"That's fine by me!" Melanie grinned brightly. "I'm more that just experimenting, you see. I'm actually transgender. My parents helped me go through the process of legally changing my name from 'Martin Gold' to 'Melanie Gold' last yeay, and I've been living as a girl ever since. Joining the Gender Swap Club was my way of transitioning without resorting to expensive hormone therapies that wouldn't have even fixed my broken voice anyway."
"And you won't mind having a dick again?" Michelle asked.
"Not at all," Melanie answered. "My dysphoria was never centered on my genitals. As long as I have breasts, rounded hips, a female voice, and a feminine face, I'm happy. But just as important as being female to me is being black."
Michelle chuckled. "Wow! A transgender futanari who came to a sex club to magically change her race! Are you sure you're a good Christian girl, Mel?"
Melanie laughed along with Michelle. "I guess I'm not very stereotypical, am I? Yeah, my family's church is pretty progressive. I'm pretty sure I'm still pushing the envelope, though."
"No shame in that, Mel," Michelle smiled. "It's time you stretched your wings a bit. Come with me, and I'll help you choose a dick."
Michelle escorted Melanie to the black section of the dick storage. Melanie opened what looked like a shoebox and gasped at the sight of a large black dildo inside.
"Like that one?" Michelle asked.
"It's... a little big," Melanie admitted.
"You want something cuter, huh?" Michelle grinned. "I'll gather up some of our littler models for you to choose from."
Michelle darted around the shelf, gathering dick boxes. She returned and handed them to Melanie. "Here you go, Mel. Pick the one that suits you."
Melanie rummaged through the selection of African-American dicks, searching for the one that spoke the most to her. She finally settled on a diminutive cock with dark mocha skin and a flaccid length just under three inches. What it lacked in length, however, it more than made up for in foreskin, the velvety skin tube's overhang being easily longer than the cock it dangled from.
"This is the one for me," Melanie said as she pinched the overhang with her index finger and thumb. "It won't give my panties a massive bulge, and it's got a lot of foreskin to play with."
"Great choice," Michelle said. "Now, you'll have to strip so we can attach it."
Melanie nodded and unbuttoned her top and shimmied out of it before pulling her skirt down. Next, she unfastened her bra, revealing two small yet perky titties large areolas. Melanie kicked off her shoes and then pulled down her panties, baring a perfectly shaved pussy to Michelle.
"I see you're not into saving the trees," Michelle giggled as she ran a hand over the smooth, bare skin of Melanie's hairless crotch. "Good. A bush would just get in the way of connecting the dick to your skin."
"How does that work, exactly?" Melanie asked.
"You hold it over your clit like this," Michelle said, positioning the dildo right over Melanie's clitoris. "Then you hold it there with one hand while masturbating it with your other."
Melanie blushed slightly. "I... masturbate it? But... but it's just a toy right now."
"That'll change quickly if you do what I say," Michelle smiled. "Now get on with it if you wanna be black. Oh, and don't worry about getting cum on the floor. That's normal for the dick storage room."
Melanie nodded and began stroking the dildo. After a minute or two, she began to feel faint sensations coming from the cock, as if she could feel her own fingers through the silicon. It also seemed to be sticking to her pussy as if she'd glued it there. Melanie kept jerking the sex toy off, amazed as the feelings of arousal in the dick grew stronger. The texture also changed, becoming more like actual skin than silicon.
As Melanie continued to jerk her giant foreskin back and forth, she joyfully noticed the dark color of the dick's skin spreading up her crotch and down her thighs. Encouraged, she jerked harder, desperate to physically become the black girl she knew she was on the inside. As she massaged the foreskin over the little dick's throbbing tip, Melanie felt the dick growing still more real as the blackness spread across her torso and down her legs until it reached her toes. The chocolate color washed over her tits and down her arms. Melanie grinned as she admired her changing skin; this was a dream come true!
Melanie felt her cock (it rally was part of her now) nearing its climax just as her darker pigmentation spread over her face. As her face turned the color of coffee, Melanie felt her nose flatten and broaden as her lips puffed up a little. Once the chocolate skin reached her scalp, Melanie's hair turned from brown to black and curled even more tightly than it already was, turning kinky as it puffed up.
Suddenly, Melanie couldn't hold it in anymore. She squealed with pleasure as a thick rope drooled out of her foreskin's long nozzle, landing in a milky white pool on her foot. The pearly whiteness contrasted beautifully with Melanie's dark skin. Another string of jizz dripped out of her dangly tube of a foreskin, and her foot was swimming in semen before long.
Michelle handed Melanie a tissue for her foot and held a mirror up to her. "Well, what do you think of your new body, Mel?"
Melody smiled and jumped two feet in the air, excitedly hugging herself. "Oh my gosh! I look amazing! It's even better than I'd imagined it'd be! Thank you so, so SO MUCH, Michelle! Now my body FINALLY reflects my true self: my true gender and my true race!"
"Glad you like it," Michelle said, beaming at a good job well done.
"It's such a relief that I thought of asking your club for help!" Melanie said. "I really didn't want to have to ask the Demonic Cult Club. I can't stand being around those devil-worshipers and the unholy things they summon into our world. I seriously owe you one. I think I'll drop out of the Gender Swap Club to focus more on the Futanari Club and the Young Christians Club. You guys seem like a lot of fun, and I kinda need some bringing out of my shell."
"Will the Gender Swap Club let you stay female if you leave?" asked Michelle.
"Of course they will," Melanie answered. "They'll insist that I make my female transformation permanent before I leave, but I wanted to do that anyway. I've known I was really a girl since I was four years old."
"Got it," Michelle nodded. "Now could you help me track down two of my club members? I have a humongous bush to shave and a dick to attach."