Jeff fucked his black girlfriend. They went at it for an extended amount of time. Now, they lay next to each other exhausted, relaxing in the afterglow. Jeff looked Jada/Jenny in her eyes, black eyes on an unfamiliar dark face framed by black curls.
"So." Jada started. "How does it feel to have sex with a black woman like me, sugah?"
"Well, to be honest. It was different when we used to, but it's great." Jeff replies.
"Glad you enjoy it, loverboy. And you think do find I sexy, hmm?"
"Yeah," Jeff said as he snuggled up closer to his girlfriend.
"More than mah former self?"
"Of course not," Jeff said. He was worried about where this was going. Was she setting up some kind of trap where every answer he could give would be wrong?
"Why were yah so eager then? Like, yah seemed much more into me than usual. Like, how you couldn't keep your hands off mah big boobs or mah booty."
"I did find it hot, but it's because it's different, and I know it's still you." Jeff tried to defend himself the best he could.
"Relax. I'm not trying to grill you or anything. I do also find it hot, too. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy. I won't be angry if you think I'm sexier than an exotic African model. I'd like it. I don't want my boyfriend lusting after some skinny white bitches." Jada/Jenny then giggled, her last statement seeming in part a test.
"How serious are you, Jenny?" Jeff asked. "Are you planning to stay like this?"
"For a while, yeah. Don't see why I should change back now. Ah hope you don't mind, Ah want to use the Chronivac again at some point, but it's not like I want to go back to normal yet. I could just be a different kind of black girl you know."
"If that's what you want, I can't decline." Jeff finishes as he continues to kiss Jada/Jenny.