The Hot Black woman

“Fine make me into a coon I know that’s what you want to do anyways you bitch so what’s the use in fighting it? At least they’re hot as fuck even if they don’t got a brain in their head.”

Alice through briefly she wanted this to be humiliating but she also wanted Brian to be wrong in all his stereotypes and he clearly thought black people were dumb. Then a wicked idea came to her.

New Rule: Bryan Mills is now an extremely attractive black woman. She has large natural breasts, a massive ass that puts Kim Kardashian to shame, and lips that look like they were made for the express purpose of sucking dick.

New Rule: Bryan Mills is a genius. Not just a genius but one of the absolute brightest people on the planet.

New Rule: People can only judge Bryan Mills by her appearance no matter what she says or rights or how elequently she expresses herself people can only She her as a big-assed black whore.

New Rule: Bryan Mills is increasingly shy about her appearance and hates when people stare at her. However she is only able to wear clothing that makes her look like a whore and is only able to leave the house if she has a large amount of makeup on.

New Rule: Bryan Mills makes her living anonymously writing scholarly articles and books but when asked about her career the only thing she can respond with is “I’m a slutty whore.”

New Rule: When stressed or embarrassed Bryan Mills will begin speaking in African American Vernacular English (better known as Ebonics) and be unable to stop until she calms down. She will also be verbally abusive to those around her and be unable to keep from saying things that confirm what those around her think of her.

New Rule: Bryan Mills becomes stressed and humiliated very easily.

New Rule: Bryan Mills is now named LaTifa Friedman and has three books published under the pen name Malcolm Garish. She will be unable to remember her former name.

Alice stepped back to watch the changes. LaTifa’s ass and breasts expanded quickly and suddenly the loose pants and shirt became restrictively tight but that presented little problem as they quickly changed into booty shorts with her thong showing from out of them and a tight leopard print T-shirt. Her skin darkened and her hair lengthened. Her hair turned to brown and then suddenly to honey blonde but the dye job was bad and looked cheap. Jewelry appeared, big hoop earrings, a few bracelets, a necklace. Her shoes changed to dangerously high heels and she wobbled for a second, suddenly unsteady. Then about a gallon of makeup seemed to appear on her face, her nails lengthened and became colored and finally her hair gained a nappy quality and became secured up in a poofy ponytail behind her head.

“What, what happened?” She said unsteady and seemingly unsure of herself. Her diction was precise and she seemed to be choosing each word with care and thought.

“Oh now this is far to dignified.” Thought Alice approaching the woman. “Hey bitch what’s your job?” She shouted at LaTifa.

“I’m a slutty whore.” Said LaTifa still in that same precise tone. Then suddenly what she said sank in and she turned red with embarrassment.

“A Slutty Whore eh? Well you’re certainly dressed for it!” Shouted Alice drawing attention to LaTifa.

LaTifa wanted to say that she couldn’t control her mouth and something was wrong, that she was a published author, instead. “The fucks you’re problem whitey? Got some damn country ass white girl here getting all up in my business? Why you be caring if a suck a little dick? It pays my rent and I pay my mothafuckin taxes? Ain’t that enuff fo you or you gotta make some damn case outta this?” LaTifa’s embaressment grew with each passing second which just made it worse.

Suddenly two cops who had been passing through the plaza heard what she was saying and came over.

“Ma’am did you just publicly admit to engaging in prostitution? You know that’s a serious crime right?”