Her therapist, who has ulterior motives

As part of the compensation the clinic were frantically trying to agree with Hayley's lawyers, they were providing counselling and physical therapy to help her integrate with her new form. Today she was Skypeing with a therapist, Dr Kinsberg. Unbeknownst to her (and actually unbeknownst to his employer), Dr Kinsberg was highly invested in the BlackBody(TM) program and thought if he could get Hayley to use the body for the much sluttier purposes Nichole Williams had wanted her body to provide... well, no lawsuit killing the program, and he got to keep working on and perfecting it!

Hayley sat in a loose grey hoodie, covering as much of her body as possible. "I just feel like... well, I feel these things about my new body, that I just don't feel comfortable expressing as a, I guess, formerly-white woman."

Dr Kinsberg steepled his fingers before his bespectacled face. His eyes were icy blue, his complexion pale and his hair white-blonde; it all gave the impression that he'd been bleached of all colour. "Well, this is a safe environment, everything here stays between therapist and patient." Hayley pursed her lips and shook her head. "Look, I really think it'd help if you just said one of those thoughts aloud."

Hayley took a deep breath, her features flushed, before admitting, "Well, I, uh... I keep having this intrusive thought, that, like, oh my god, I've got a big phat ghetto booty." She turned away from the camera a little. "It feels so fucked up to say."

Dr Kinsberg had to hide his smirk. "No, I think it feels honest. Does it feel like you have a, ahem, big phat ghetto booty?" He couldn't help but notice her subconsciously biting her lip upon hearing it confirmed.

Hayley rocked a little uneasily on the couch. "Uh-huh," she breathed, before regaining herself a little. "Yes, Doctor. I... I suppose it's OK to say it? I am black now, after all..."

Dr Kinsberg leaned forward. "I think you're getting at something deeper you want to say, but you're ashamed to say it."

The transformed singer looked a little taken off-guard, unsure how to react to the probing question. There was something... but it would be awful to say it aloud. But Dr Kinsberg was coaching her to say it... and this was therapy, right, he thought it might help. She opened her mouth, paused, closing it again. Steeling herself, Hayley said aloud, "I didn't wish for this to happen, but... I look in the mirror and I'm proud to be a," she almost choked on the words, "sexy phat-assed nigga."

Dr Kinsberg shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was rock hard, but this wasn't about that! He was nearing the brink of a breakthrough. "Do you think maybe you'd feel more at home in your skin if you explored that a little?" he probed.

Hayley rubbed her legs together uncomfortably. "How do you suggest we do that?"

She didn't know how she'd agreed to this. She stood, in a pair of pink leggings that clung to her too-spacious rear end, a pink sports bra leaving her brown mid-riff exposed, on a yoga mat in front of a chair, the laptop pointing at her. "Now, I want you to dig deep, and feel the emotion, feel what you feel when you think you're a, ahem, sexy phat-assed... you know. That."

Closing her eyes, Hayley summoned up that thought, feeling a perverse sense of arousal. She shouldn't feel this way, she shouldn't enjoy what she looked like now, this was all a horrible accident, but... "A sexy phat-assed nigga," she filled in for him.

"Good. Focus on that. And try to go along with what it's urging you to do, as I play some music to get you into the mood." Hayley squatted on the yoga mat, her eyes snapping open as she was, even in this lustful state of mind, shocked by the song he'd chosen.

"A-Anaconda?!" she squeaked, but he just nodded. Hayley blanched. Well... alright... just to try it...

The song played on. "My Anaconda don't... My Anaconda don't..." She let out a little yelp, feeling her hips involuntary buck behind her, twerking ever so slightly. "My Anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns, hun!"

Hayley became less and less aware of Dr Kinsberg as Nicki rapped, squatting on all fours, shaking and jiggling her big black ass. She was dimly aware of him raising his voice, trying to make himself heard, only on the third attempt hearing, "Does this feel natural? Does this feel right?"

"Yes! God, fuck yes!" Hayley's hips humped the air, throwing her hair back, coquettishly twirling a strand of her hair. "I finally get why that girl wanted to become a nigga!" She song kept going, Nicki's rap going faster and faster.

Her cheeks were clapping together with how hard she was humping the air, her hands going back and ripping a great hole from asshole outwards to let her black booty ripple. Hayley's eyes were hazy, like she was in a trance, as she began involuntarily rapping,

"By the way, what he say?
He can tell I'm a black bitch now
Tell him come over get my nigga itch ploughed
Straight to the top in the rap game - my fame
They keep telling me it's real, that they love my sex appeal
He say don't like 'em pasty, he want black ass he can grab
So I ditched my white ass, and got a real body like...

Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun, My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't, My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun!"

Hayley's eyes snapped into focus. "Doctor! I think I know what I have to do!"

Dr Kinsberg leaned forward, not even hiding his glee. It was working! The BlackBody(TM) was working! "What do you have to do? Do you think this will help you reach self-acceptance?"

She nodded excitedly. "Yes. Listen..."