A Black Woman

The blinding white light soon faded, and once Dean could see again, Ben was gone. Memories soon faded and reshaped themselves in this odd new reality. Ben never existed; only Eden remained. With her brown hair, brown eyes, perfect breasts and large ass, along with her flawless ebony skin, she was perfect. And she was the love of Dean's life.

They had first met working at a movie theater together. Dean was the manager while Eden worked in concessions. They began flirting with each other and eventually began dating. They soon moved in together and fell in love with each other more and more every day.

"You okay, babe?" She asked Dean as everything fell into place in his mind. "Oh! Yeah. I'm good, sorry. Must've dissociated for a second," responded with a chuckle. Eden kissed his cheek softly before she got up and left the bedroom. Dean thought to himself how lucky and happy he was to be with Eden, what he didn't know was that it was all thanks to the Stereotype Gun.