Motel?

An entire life of making fun of coalburners and wondering what kind of stupid slut would let herself get fucked by ugly old black men, and not even 10 hours into womanhood and you'd already taken two loads from brutal men you'd have been scared to make eye contact with as a guy. Humiliating. Feeling the wet squish of cooling seed pooling in your sweatpant shorts as you walk across the street to the shitty nightly motel, you say a prayer of relief as you see that it's $50 a night, this place can be a homebase for you until you change back with the $100 you got to keep.

The manager at the front desk behind bulletproof glass is yet another old black man who leers at you and sees an opportunity, but when you flash him the cash he accepts it gleefully and slides the key to your dirty rundown motel room under the glass towards you.

The room is shitty, but it's yours until the spell wears off. You shower the shame and cum off of your body, using the showerhead to masturbate as you wash the African DNA out of your abused honey pot and watching the yellowish gunk swirl down the drain. Popping the Plan B you lay back on the itchy sheets and wait for it to do it's work.

On day three, just as your time in the motel was running out, you change back into a man; the pill worked!

You'll never be half the man you were before, knowing that you've been literally bred by other, more masculine men, but you can go back to your "normal" life and do what you can to carry on.

END