"Oh, and one other thing," Harriet said as she followed Eboni to the Futa Club's dick storage room. "Could... could you make me like you?"
"How so?" Eboni asked. "I'm already giving you a cock like me. You saying you want two like I've got?"
"Oh, no," Harriet said, blushing. "I mean... I'm not against that... but I meant something else. I meant your skin. That beautiful mocha color. I wanna be black."
Eboni grinned. "Welcome to the club then, sister. I admit, you'd be better off ditching the speckled vanilla look. So, have you always wanted to be black, or did I inspire you?" She chuckled cockily.
"It's been a fantasy of mine for years," Harriet explained. "You see how curly my hair is. Well, I've always thought that it might actually look GOOD on me if only I were black. You chocolate girls freaking rock those afros! And... and seeing you definitely did NOT hurt the idea one bit." Harriet blushed even harder.
Both of Eboni's cocks hardened at the sight of the cute nerd blushing over her. For one second, Eboni's bellycock escaped the confines of her shirt, springing free and poking Harriet in her freckled face. "Heh, sorry 'bout that, kid," Eboni laughed as she tucked her dick back into her shirt. "I think I'm gonna like you... and so will my dicks. To answer your question, it's easy to change your race in the Futa Club. If you wanna be black, just pick a black cock. Your new race will spread from your cock and over the rest of you. Ah, we're here."
Eboni opened the door and led Harriet into the dick storage room. Harriet gazed around at all the rows of shelves stuffed with countless cardboard boxes resembling shoeboxes, along with other random odds and ends. Harriet picked up a box and opened it, revealing a short, thick Hispanic-looking dildo with a long, tight foreskin.
"Welcome to the dick storage room, Harriet!" Eboni declared. "This is where the magic happens!"
"Wow, there's so many boxes here!" Harriet marveled. "How will I know what to pick?"
"Well, you wanna be black like me, so that rules out all non-black peckers," Eboni said. "I also strongly recommend dicks with foreskins, the tighter the better. Trust me, a good, tight foreskin feels amazing! The rest all comes down to your personal preferences."
"Yeah, but how will we ever find the exact dick here that matches up to what I want, Eb?" asked Harriet. "There's so many boxes here! It'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack!"
"It'll be fine, Harriet," Eboni promised. "I can always get my friend phoebe to help us find it. She's got a sixth sense for finding dicks. Fair warning though, she stinks to high heaven. She's a total hippie, you see, and she doesn't believe in bathing or personal grooming. She's hairy, she's sweaty, the soles of her feet are black with dirt, and she's got a thick layer of dick cheese under her phimotic foreskin."
"I can handle a little stinkiness," Harriet giggled. "I just want a dick. Besides... I think dick cheese is kinda sexy."
Eboni wrinkled her nose. "To each their own. Personally, I'd enjoy being around Pheeb a lot more if she'd just take a fucking bath. But enouth about Pheeb's personal hygiene. Let's get a dick on you!"