"So, you th' new girl, huh?"
You raise your chin and say defiantly "I'm not a black girl. I'm Kyle VanSlone, the son of Frank and Mary VanSlone. I'm white, and I don't have to..."
The black girls laughed at that, and one of them said "Shee-it, sista! We's all white boys on de inside! But dey got us, an' put dat stuff in us, an' now we's jus a bunchs nigga hos. You betta gets use ta dem titties, gurl frien', 'caus you gonna be suckin' dick fo de resta yo life."
Kyle looked them over, and saw that all the black girls seemed comfortable with their bodies. They all moved, talked and acted like black girls you saw on tv and in the movie. They were sassy, slutty and bold as brass monkeys. They...
"They're stereotypes, Kyle. They used to be racist white guys, and 'cause they had these ideas of what black bitches was like...an' eventually, they programmed themselves to be just like that. So how 'bout you, girl? What's YOUR idea of black girls? Are you gonna be jus' like them in a few weeks? Are you gonna be a black bitch who don't wanna do nothin' but suck dick and work th' streets? Your ideas about black folks better evolve quickly, Kyle. Oh, that's gotta change. The name you answer to is now...Kelonda Washington."
Kyle looked scared...but thought he could beat this thing.