As you led her through the school hallway, Melanie stared mournfully at the detached dildo in her hand. She studied the contrast between the dark chocolate color of the dick and the pale peach of her fingers, remembering when her skin had shared the cock's beautiful color... and when that cock had been attached to her body. Tears welled up in the heartbroken girl's eyes.
You put a comforting hand on Melanie's shoulder. "It's okay, Mel. I bet Michelle's nerd friend Kaylie and the rest of the Science Club will get you fixed up in minutes!"
"And what if the pills don't work?!" Melanie wailed in a panic. "What if my stupid body rejects the cock again?! What if... what if I'm stuck as a white girl?" Melanie's voice dwindled to a sad whisper as she talked. She took a handful of her long brown hair, looked scornfully at its color and texture for a moment, and then used it to dry her eyes.
"For what it's worth," said Natalie, "I still think you look beautiful Mel."
"Yeah, in a white girl way, right?" Melanie snorted. "Just look what's happened to my hair! It's gone all limp!"
"It's still pretty curly," you ventured.
"By caucasian standards, I guess," Melanie sighed. "But you remember the black, kinky sea of tight, frizzy curls it used to be. I wish I were in your body, Ruby. You get to be black." Fresh tears flowed from her eyes.
Natalie caught Melanie in a tight hug. "Look, I know you're stronger than this, Mel. You can get through this with a little help from us. Oh, and also Science Club."
"Speaking of which," you said, pointing at a door, "there it is. Let's go get those pills."
"And then let's get this lovely cock back on your body, Mel!" Natalie giggled, tweaking the outrageously long ebony foreskin that dangled so far past the tip.