Taking stock of the situation...

Jack is limp and wet in the bed beside me, hanging from the crotch of what-is-that-boy’s name? Tonight Jack gave me my first fuck and first blowjob since I made that wish to be a slut. The world around me has changed. Two men have fucked me tonight and Mother seems to be proud of my popularity. There is a tray with glasses of lemonade and a pile of cookies on my desk. The door to my bedroom is still open as I lie here in my naked shame, except that it is not shame anymore.

There are some moaning sounds coming from Mother’s bedroom. It sounds like her door is also open.

Mother’s voice echoes down the hall. “Rail me, Take me, fuck me. I want BBC. I love BBC.”

Mother shouting about the BBC. I know she watches some BBC nature documentaries, but why would she be shouting… Oh, not, eh, the British Broadcasting Corporation! She has a man in her bedroom, a black man, a black man fucking her.

“I love having your big black cock inside me. I never want to be fucked by a man who looks like me.”

Well I didn’t wish for the new rules to apply only to me. Everyone wants to be a slut. I could make a song about that. I work on a cute song.

Wait a fucking minute… Something is connecting here. I look over at that family picture. Dad is no longer there of course. I wished away paternity when I wished sluttyness was normal. My brother is still there. He looks the same. Actually he looks great, he is seven years older than me. In high school he was a dateless skinny twerp. Then he signed up for the Marine Corps. He came back seriously muscle bound. Don’t tell anyone, but I had a silly harmless adolescent crush on him. Anyway, he looks the same, a pale stud.

I have this all over tan, and wider lips and bigger breasts and hips… Mother is half Chinese. It looks like my seed came from… Mother loves Black men. I am a huge racial mix of all the most appealing qualities. I was made by a big black cock… Well good!