The black wig

"What do you think?" The Chief asks you as he places the wigs on the table. You can't believe how human-like those wigs are, like they are fresly removed from some real life woman and placed on a stool, "You mean my new life is decided right here?" you pass your hands over them, holding one at time as you checks with curiosity to find some inperfections. "Yes, it's a sliding door moment" the Chief says as he filled some form on his sheet "For instance, i see that the black one there is a new model made for someone with exotic tastes. The knowledge will be almost identical to the other women we have but there will be a race change as well".

You wander about the possibilities. Sure the red and the blond are beautiful but changing race? Not only becoming a new self but refusing all that your life has been up to that point: "Will i choose the race?" you ask."I want to be honest with you; it's a new model and it's never bas been tested properly so we are not sure if it works and how it works but yes, technically you could choose the new ethnicity" he replies looking a bit nervous as his hands rubs on his shoulders under the trench.

You hesitate a bit, it's something new and it could be even dangerous but you're already making a big move in your life and as they says, big risks, bug rewards.

"I'll doi it" you say as you put the wig on "What could possibly go wrong?"