Accept It

You freeze, the sound of your pale cheeks clapping against the slick plywood stopping suddenly, as you stare down the length of your small and decidedly feminine frame.

You watch the barely noticeable bulge in your tummy twitch and spasm, the only evidence that inside of your milky white, tight teenage body some old black man's turgid, bloated, ugly breeding tool is burying lower class foreign DNA into your bloodline.

You think of all of the times you've giggled and rolled your eyes, talked behind your hand, and made jokes to your friends when trailer trash white women with mixed kids walked by you at the strip mall in their too-tight clothes and their hoop earrings and wondered what had made them give up their lives to be single mothers.

Now you knew.

You hear a muffled grunt from behind you, and then a slimy emptying sensation as his coal black member slowly snakes it way out of your abused and battered little pink pussy. When the purple head of his uncut cock comes free it makes an audible *pop* and leaves your redened pussy visibly open, but nothing leaks out quite yet.

Leaning back against the wall you sigh and wonder what to do next, you have to fix this, you can't be a woman forever, and especially not a coalburner. A warm wet feeling on your inner thigh alerts you to the leakage, and you stare in self pity down at your feet as an old black man's milky yellow seed falls in droplets from between your legs onto the dirty, sticky floor of the disgusting room.

You'd never even touched a boob as a guy, and now you might be a single mother.