White

You’d heard of people changing who they are just to get a girl before, but you felt pretty confident that what you were doing was a pretty novel experience.

Now, you're not really that much of a racist. Most people are deep down, and perhaps if examined closely your fetish for asian girls might cross that boundary. That said, you aren't the sort of person who is likely to go around burning crosses into black people's yards.

What is however a big deal to you is degradation. Name calling, treating a girl like shit, humiliating her, using her, leaving her covered in cum after you fuck her. And the thing about it that drives you wild is if she takes it all and asks for more. Drives you wild.

As you walk home you can't stop picturing her, on all fours with the word “chink cunt” written across her back in big sharpied letters. The way she bends her eyes down when you look at her. Her beautiful face crying as you smack her fucking tits. You were already crazy for her, but this is too much. Too much. As soon as you get home you sneak into the bathroom for a quick one.

The rest of the evening is spent...productively. After a few attempts at getting it right, you manage to bleach your black hair into a more Aryan white. Next you go to your closet and select an outfit. It's all about presenting authority. Being imposing. Being better.

You select a suit jacket and nice pants, with even a tie to go with it. Right before bed you try it all on together in one piece in the mirror. The difference stuns you.

The next morning, you wait on a bench in a park at 4 AM. You'd seen her flyer schedule on the poster she included in her backpack. You wait, checking your phone every five minutes in anxious boredom. You'd done drama for a few years in high school, but could you really pull this off?

Then, amidst your doubts, you see a figure walk by. The person was wearing sneakers and a sweat combination of sweatpants and a hoodie. You couldn't see their face, but only so many five feet tall people would be here at this time of night. She walks over to the signboard, and you discreetly walk closer. She took out one of the flyers from the pouch of her hoodie, and leaned up to pin it to the board, when you snake out your hand and grab her wrist. Her heads spins towards you.

“Hey what are you doing?” You ask.

She starts to glare and ball her hand into a fist. Now or never.

“I asked what the fuck you think you're doing, gook?” You growl at her. Your hand squeezes it's grip on her wrist. Her eyes shoot wide open in shock and something else, and she turns to face you. In a moment her entire body goes from tense to still. She looks deep into your eyes, and finds only a glare.

“I...uh...” her mouth hangs open dumbly. “I was putting up this sign. It's for...”

“I know what it's for,” you hiss, pushing her arm down to her side and crossing your arms over your chest. “I was asking who said some dumb chink could go around putting these up?”

“Well....” she bites her lip....