Ruling over a non-white household

Thus far, this week has been nothing but insanity, pure unadulterated insanity without any possible or reasonable explanation that you can possibly discern.

This week had, at first, started just like any other day of your life. You, Asher Wilton, a white male 18-year-old senior from Garinger High, had arrived at school 10 minutes late. You’d been rushing across the school, trying to make it to your morning gym class on time, as to not get chewed out by Miss Sanon the gym teacher.

However, in your mad rush to get dressed and into the gym, you’d of course failed to double check which locker room you were rushing into. At first, you hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary, likely because the room was mostly empty from everyone having already finished changing before you arrived, but as you rounded the corner of the lockers…

You’d found nothing but Mira Tran, captain of the school swim team and the hottest Asian girl in the entire school district, standing buck naked as she pulled down her skirt. In the following moment, you, of course, failed to stay silent, and had immediately yelped in surprise and embarrassment at your own failure to enter the correct locker room. Mira’s eyes had wasted no time in darting over to the source of your yelp, piercing your sight instantly with her cold murderous gaze.

Yet, what should’ve been your **** sentence at the start of this week, had somehow turned into the beginning of the rest of your life. Mira, in spite of her cold calculating gaze, had not immediately lashed out in anger at you. She had, surprisingly, done little beyond shrug her shoulders and state coldly, “Oh… it’s you. Don’t scare me like that, I thought some colored boy was creeping on me or something.”

You’d been so nervous during the initial moment with Mira, that you hadn’t fully realized the implication of her statement, instead just running straight away and back to the boys locker room. It wasn’t until later during class, when you had tripped playing basketball and accidentally slapped Miss Sanon on her big black ass, that the full scope of your new reality became clear to you.

Unlike with Mira, you knew with a 100% certainty that Miss Sanon would make your life a living hell for slapping her ass… and yet just like with Mira, Miss Sanon’s anger had immediately disappeared after she realized it was you who did it. And also just like with Mira, Miss Sanon had quickly stated the most simultaneously sexual and racist thing you’d ever heard, “Oh! I thought it was just Tyrone being an idiot again. Didn’t realize it was you Ash. You need me to put class on hold for a bit? So you can slap my ass around? Just say the word if that’s what you need.”

You had, of course, proceeded to make the rest of your classmates stand around and watch while you slapped Miss Sanon’s ass over your knee, as though she was a misbehaving school girl, and not your overly intimidating gym teacher.

Over the coming week, following the initial incident with Miss Sanon, you had experimented, trying to learn each and every limitation of your new gift.

The first and most obvious factor of your gift that you had discovered, was its clear racial bias and connotations. Your gift gave you the ability to seemingly do anything you could possibly imagine to non-white women. It had quickly become clear, after you had instructed Miss Sanon to begin teaching a new overly sexualized curriculum, that any verbal commands or requests you gave to non-whites, would also be followed.

It wasn’t simply the things you could do with your new gift that had surprised you, however, but also the way in which people reacted to your antics. Non-white women seemed to have gained a severe hatred for their own race out of seemingly nowhere. Your sexual antics against non-whites were constantly justified by them with statements like, “Of course you can lift up my skirt in public, you’re white, and therefore superior to me.”

Not wanting to have an incomplete knowledge of your new gift, however, you had of course also experimented on your own race as well. White girls had responded to your requests just as you would’ve expected any reasonable girl to respond, with multiple hard slaps straight to your face. You’d even gone as far as to try and grab the ass of your school’s cheer captain, Lisa Bailer, after math class, only to be met with her leg kicking you straight in the groin.

Surprisingly, however, what you had discovered during your experiments, was that white people were still at least partially affected by your gift. When you had casually started stripping your Indian classmate, Chanda, out of her uniform piece by piece while talking with some of your white classmates, you’d found that they all justified your actions with the same racist white supremacist phrases that the non-white students had used as well.

With your experiments concluded, and a full knowledge of your abilities now in your possession, you had decided to keep things relatively calm at school, only performing one lewd act a day. You hadn’t wanted to rock the boat too much, especially considering your graduation was only a few days away.

And what a glorious graduation it had been. Standing on stage, as the entire community watched you get your diploma, while you also casually stripped the graduation gowns off of every Latina student in your graduating class. The Principle had even gone as far as to change the schedule for the entire event, after you told her your plans for your Latina peers.

With a high school diploma now in hand, however, it came as no surprise to you when your bitch of a mother decided to kick you out of the house, with nothing but a day’s notice to go with it. Your mother had even been so kind as to pack the entirety of your belongings up for you, and throw them into the back of the crappy Dodge Neon she’d bought you on your last birthday.

You’d expected this already, however, having prepared for the inevitability of this result since you were around your early teens and had realized how much of a bitch your mother was, and yet… you strangely feel nothing. No fear… no anger… surprisingly not even a hint of sadness; instead… you feel naught but excitement.

With your new gift now granting you near total control over a massive segment of the American population, it will be easier than ever for you to find a home of your own. And, as if things couldn’t get any better for you, whatever non-white family you choose to take over and live with, will also now inevitably end up becoming your personal 24/7 sex slaves.

You almost can’t help but laugh in your mother’s face, as you say your blunt goodbyes to her and start up your car, before driving off to your new home… and your new property.