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In your post-lust clarity, you realize something important. The first thing is that you really can't go out. Your top is stained, and your shorts are just not going to work. You dread someone discovering you, fully naked. The second is that you feel...gross. Used. Dirty. It's not a good feeling, and you sort of just want to go home.

"Well?" the voice asks. "Do you accept the new terms or not?" You simply respond, "Y-yes." You can practically hear the smile. "Well dear, the terms have changed. If you can avoid black cock in your pussy for a little less than 24 hours, you'll change back to male. In a minute, I'll conjure up some clothing for you. And you know what? I'll even change the spell itself, you'll be able to ride any non-black cock. Your little friend Alex can cum in you over and over again, and you won't get pregnant. Enjoy the new challenge, little Janey."

The call ends, and you notice a bag on your bed. You open it up, and you groan. You dump out the contents. You see a pair of cheap heels, leopard print leggings, a black tank top, and a pair of hoop earings. Ugh! You figure any port in a storm, and you put the clothing on, minus the earrings of course, and your new heels. You still have your shoes, and those didn't get very cummy at all. No need to slide on the heels just yet. You walk to the mirror, and see... a coalburner. A mudshark. A ho. You stick your ass out and pout.

Your mind flashes back to the spell change. You can fuck Alex now! Just imagining him bending you over. His black hands hold you down, as he stretches your white pussy out with his big blac- "Hell no! No. Fuck that!" you yell out. You shake your head and then glance at one of the old TVs. The redhead getting fucked by those black guys. You feel yourself get turned on, and a small twinge of jealousy?

You need to get out of here as soon as you can.