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A few weeks later...

Rumours had been circulating for a while. Hayley Williams of Paramore had had that crazy black body surgery. But no one quite believed it, until one stunning night on primetime, as the host announced, "Now, we've got a world exclusive tonight. There's been a lot of rumours flying around, and here to provide the truth is the lovely Hayley Williams!"

The world watched with slack jaws as the rumours turned out to be true. Hayley Williams face was there, but the body squeezed into that tight scoop-necked dress was something out of a ghetto fantasy.

"So, Ms Williams, it looks like the rumours are true. You really did get the BlackBody surgery!" the host jocularly led in with the obvious.

Hayley laughed. "Well, obviously so." And they had a bit of back and forth with her explaining how she'd got to this point. "And here are..." She gestured down at her cleavage and wide hips. "Curvy nigga bitch!"

The host looked a little stunned. "I note you called yourself a, uh, N word several times in your story."

Hayley leaned forwards. "Well, you see, I'm practicing as part of my, you know, the therapy to process this sudden change? I'm practicing radical self-acceptance. And, you know, I look in the mirror and see myself looking like this, why deny that image in the mirror."

The host nodded. "Yes, that's a very interesting perspective. And you seem very open about your new body."

Hayley giggled and fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously. "Well, you know, everyone's looking anyway. You have to accept things as they are, or you'll just get bogged down in what-ifs. Ask away!"

"You mean... just ask about your body?"

She sat up straighter, drawing her shoulders back. "Well, whyever not?"

This had all been pre-arranged of course. To launch Hayley's new public image, they'd agreed to stage a little bit of a showcase of the attitude accepting her phat nigga ass had given her.

The host gamely looked at the cards on his desk. "Well, as it happens, we've got some of the Internet's most-asked questions and I think we can get some live reactions on Twitter. Let's see... I think their biggest question is about your sexual preferences, uh, regarding race."

"Well, it's a very natural question," Hayley deftly replied. "I don't have a particular race preference, however, my tastes have changed. I'm now very into musclebound gym-going types. And I'm positively salivating for a giant dick."

The host looked a little taken aback. "You're that open about it?"

This too, was pre-rehearsed. Dr Kinsberg's therapy had led to multiple fights with Hayley's management until she replaced her PR with a much skeevier agency at the 'good' doctor's advice. "I've not had sex in this body yet. I'd do it right here if it scratched that itch."

The host laughed. "Well, we don't need to go that far. To maybe get your thoughts out of the gutter, or maybe not given some of the subject matter, what's next in the pipeline for you?"

Hayley fluttered her eyelashes. "I'm so glad you asked. I've got a new album coming out, inspired by my change and how it's affected me going forwards."

"Well that sounds really meaningful, but the title?"

She giggled nervously. "Oh, that. Blacked. I liked how evocative it was. And before you ask, yes, that is my new stage name."

The host looked mildly surprised. "Oh, so I introduced you wrong before, then?"

Hayley feigned petulance. "Yes, you did. I think you should re-announce it."

The host turned to the audience, concluding the interview with the alternate introduction. "Ladies and gentlemen, the rumours have been confirmed. I'm proud to introduce to you all the bodacious Nigga Williams." Hayley beamed and waved to the camera as the intermission cut in.