Tiffany's Nanobots Turn Kristin Into Krystal the Black Ghetto Chick

The moment Tiffany grabbed Kristin and pulled her into Francis' apartment, closing the door behind her, the white woman convulsed and fell to the floor.

Looking down at Kristin, the fembot's eyes grew wide. "What da hell be wrong wit you?" she asked. Then she saw something unexpected, and kind of bizarre. After Kristin's shaking stopped, her body began to change.

Her skin began to tan. Going from pinkish to a light tan, then a coffee color, then all the way to the color of chocolate. Kristin's hair quickly turned black and went from wavy to crinkled, eventually forming into cornrows. Her lips got bigger, her nose flattened and flared, her eyes changed from blue to brown, her breasts got way bigger and her butt expanded out into a huge ghetto booty, her thighs and legs becoming bigger and more muscular as well.

Tiffany didn't know how this happened, but she had apparently turned Francis' neighbor into a black woman.

"Ugh," the new woman groaned. Sitting up, she then grabbed her head. "What da hell happen to me?" she asked, her voice deeper and sounding much more "ghetto". In fact, she was talking quite a bit like Tiffany.

"Kristin?" Tiffany asked, remembering that that's what the woman said her name was earlier, before she started in on her racist behavior.

The new black woman stood up, seeing that her clothing had stretched and ripped because of her transformation. "Dat ain't my name, sugah. It be Krystal, yo." She grabbed her head. "Wait a minute. Dat ain't right." She looked at Tiffany, back down at her transformed body, then back up at Tiffany. "What da hell happened to me? I ain't no black chick. I's a white mother fucker. Ain't I?" she asked. She seemed to be very confused, but that was because a new persona was writing over her old one.

Accessing her own data-banks, Tiffany realized what was happening. That passcode that Francis had used on her - it didn't allow Francis to control Tiffany. It allowed Tiffany to spread herself to others, so to speak, using her own nanobots swimming around within her own robot body. When she touched Kristin, she inadvertently spread the nanobots to the white woman's body, causing her body and mind to change to mimic her own. Krystal wasn't a clone of her, but she had the same type of body and similar personality.

"You know what would be nice?" Krystal asked. "If I gots me a blunt to smoke." She then blinked. "No, wait. I ain't no smoker. Why do I's gotta smoke? What's happenin' to me?"