"Please, man! I'm beggin' yah not ta do dis ting t'me! Dis shit ain't fair!"
Mike laughed at the black, thickly-muscled, gayboi slut he'd made of his all too perfect roommate. Drake Steele had been a pain to live with, what with his always being so popular and everyone thinking he was such a nice guy. Mike had been jealous of him the whole time they'd shared this dorm...and now that he had the chance, he didn't feel the need to be kind. In fact, he was enjoying indulging his cruel side.
"Oh yes I can, you ghetto fag. Now, I know you want to get right out there as soon as possible and hustle that sweet ass for me, but...I've got some interesting information for you..."
The black man in front of him - dressed in tight black leather pants and boots, a leather vest and leather forearm guards, fussed with the silver studs on his vest and tried to look brave, but was actually terrified. He'd only just found the lamp, and now his psycho roommate was ruining his life with it!
At the same time, with his new craving for dick and his drastically enhanced sex-drive, he wished Mike would just let him go and get laid. He wanted anal sex so badly, and the sweet taste of cock was like a hypnotic call.
"...first of all, though you are GAY GAY GAY and only hunger for men sexually...I'm going to let you keep your affection for your girlfriend Kendra. Isn't that nice of me? Why, you can be her gay friend, wont that be sweet?"
Dawna groaned at that, knowing that he'd genuinely loved Dawna. In fact, though not interested in her sexually anymore, he felt he still loved her.
"And, you'll need a sweet pad in the vicinity from which to base your operations. So, I'm going to wish that you lived in a shitty, rundown apartment in the worst part of town. Your bedroom has a mattress, a wardrobe filled to the gills with slutty leather clothes and a thousand well-used gay porn magazines. Your bathroom has all the toiletries any gay, black man needs to look pretty. Your kitchen has a fridge, a table and two chairs, and your living room has a television, a weight bench, lots of weights, a VCS and several hundred old, second hand gay porno tapes on VHS. In fact, that's all you'll watch when you have time by yourself."
Dawna (he knew he'd had another name, but it was fading in his mind) blinked back tears, yet also really wanted to get home quick and watch some of his new favorites.
"Is that all clear, Dawna? Any questions about your new life?"
"Naw, I gots it, you sum bitch..." Dawna growled. "...you turn meh inna some kinda homo freak, den you makes me luv it. Top it all off, now I wanna fin' my ol', white girlfrien' an' hang out wit her. Man, you some kinda bastard."
"Yep. Now, good bye...Dawna!"
Dawna left the dorm and the collage as soon as he could, not wanting to get stopped by campus security in his current outfit. Also, he desperately wanted to hit the local gay bars and scout some action...
Hours later, his love muscle well worked, his ass trickling the warm juice of a dozen strangers, and his mind dulled by the really entertaining and interesting tape he was watching ("Hot, Latin Studs"), he thought about the nearly five-hundred dollars he'd made that night. At this rate, he might have the money Mike demanded from him in a few months...but for what purpose? He'd never change Dawna back to...whatever he used to be...
(Had he actually been a skinny, white kid from the suburbs? And straight to boot? Yikes, it was a little scary to Dawna now)
...but thanks to Mikes wishes, he desperately wanted to find a way to make friends with Kendra. He wasn't sure how to do that, what with Kendra being a nice, decent chick from a good family, and him being a ghetto trash man-slut now...but he had to do it. For one thing, if he could...he might be able to eventually convince Kendra to steal the lamp for him. He couldn't use it anymore, but she could.