Tanisha had been heading home after making a stop to see one of her friends, Erica, to make sure they were still on tonight to go clubbing. Megan gleaned that piece of information from her memories once she had started driving the little Honda. The car was older, but clean and well kept and spoke a lot about the former owner Tanisha. Of course Meg found that she needed to concentrate on what she was doing and refrain from delving into Tanishas' memories too much while driving , having narrowly avoided a few accidents along the way. She also had to refrain from looking at her new face in the mirror or admiring the dark brown skin of her new hands as she drove. While the actual drive was short , it felt like hours to Meg, as the anticipation of checking out her new African American form was a form of torture to her. She felt like a kid at Christmas that had been handed a present and told not to open it yet. By the time she arrived at the former Tanishas' residence she was practically vibrating in her seat.
The house she found herself pulling into was actually quite large, not a mansion, but much bigger than her old house. It was well kept , and looked to be a leftover from the time before this part of the town had become the "bad' and run down area. Possibly a doctors or a higher status persons house before the civil war. " Wow!" Meg said quietly as she gazed upon what Tanishas memories said was her home now, her new voice still unfamiliar to her new ears. " I didn't know houses like this ever existed in Springfield." she said as another Tanisha memory popped into her head. Tanisha was an urban fashion designer that had made it big, and decided to move back to her old neighborhood to try and redevelop it. The old slaveowners plantation house was where she started. She wanted to make sure that he craftsmanship of the Black slaves who built it was not lost. After renovating it she worked with the NAACP to get it on the national registry of historical homes, and began a program to help young Black girls from the run down area built around it to accomplish their dream careers.
The Tanisha memories made Megan quickly get out of the car and walk up to the front door. They were a revelation to her because she had been taught and was her experience that the NAACP was nothing but a racist, lying, and politically motivated group that only wanted to beat down White people like Megan had spent her entire life as. She thought they were just a hate group, and never did anything to help anyone but themselves. Finding out that she was now a card carrying member of said group, both disturbed and exited her in ways she didn't understand. Fishing through her new purse she pulled Tanishas house keys out and unlocked the door. As she slowly stepped into her new home she heard the tell-tale beeping of an alarm system , prompting for a code before it was set off. Meg jumped in surprise at the sound but soon found herself pressing the combination code to disarm it with her delicate ebony fingers. Smiling that it was that easy to call upon her bodies memories to do so , she sat her keys and purse on a beautiful table beside the door and closed it.
Warily Megan found herself wandering around her beautiful new home, in awe every time she found herself in a new room. The original Tanisha had a wonderful sense of style , as well as a deep desire to know her roots and where she came from. Each room was tastefully decorated with a blend of modern style combined with African antiques. Even the neo modern kitchen had photos of African tribal women hanging in the perfect places on the walls. " I took those photos on a trip to Zambia. " Meg found herself saying aloud as the entire trip flashed in her mind. There was a blown up photograph of a woman wearing a yellow dress and a dark blue head wrap whose name she recalled. " Ife...it means woman of love." Megan said aloud as she recalled the womans name and how Tanisha interacted with her. From the memories she saw it was a fitting name as she recalled that Ife truly did love everyone. She was the Alpha woman of the tribe and taught all the younger women what they needed to know in life, even though she had no children of her own. Megan recalled that Ife had adopted her as her own daughter and given her the name Nkeche meaning 'Gods Present'. The original Tanisha felt honored by Ife and kept in regular contact with her, promising to one day go back to the little village to visit again.
As Megan wondered the house she felt conflicting emotions of both guilt and glee , while she explored Tanishas life and memories. Guilt because she was ashamed that she had stolen everything from this woman, who had travelled the world and spread love and compassion throughout her travels and was richly rewarded for it in more ways than money. Glee, because it was her life now, and those rewards were hers.
Megan eventually found Tanishas work room , the one where she made all the designs she created come to life. It was actually pretty simplistic, with the bare necessities needed to make her clothes. A sewing machine, a cutting table, a few mannequins. It was amazing to Megan how Tanisha was able to make such beautiful clothes in here. Seeing a rack of clothes she moved closer to inspect the work. " This is high quality." Meg said with Tanishas mouth as she pulled dresses off the rack, only to replace them and pull shirts, blouses, and pants off one by one in return. Each article of clothing brought memories to Meg on how she made each piece, and confidence that she could do it herself if she chose to at any moment.
Finally Meg thought she had seen all of the main floor of the house, and found herself climbing the central staircase in search of her new bedroom. The first door she came to was not her bedroom though, it was a spare bedroom that Tanisha had converted into her own personal closet. " Wow... I can get used to this. " Megan spoke as she wondered between the racks of clothes, stopping every few steps to look at an article. " I guess when you are a fashion designer you have plenty of beautiful clothes. Yay." Megan said as she spotted the custom made shelf at the back of the room with row upon row of shoes.
"Shoes too! " She giggled as her inner shoe whore stepped to the forefront. She saw from floor to ceiling every style, color, and brand of shoe she could ever want, and jumped with glee as she pulled a pair of Louis Vuitton high heeled pumps of the rack, and immediately kicked off the pair she was wearing only to replace them with her random pick. " OMG!" Meg squealed like a little girl, " These feel just like they do in my dreams! And they are worth more than my old car ! " she said as she took a few steps in them trying to turn her feet this way and that in order to look at the designer shoes. Soon enough though she decided she still needed to find her bedroom and walked out of the 'closet' still wearing the heels.
The next door Meg came to was the one she had been looking for. Tanishas bedroom was very large and tastefully decorated like the rest of the house. One wall was a made up of six floor to ceiling mirrors and the bed was against the opposite wall. The wall on the outside of the house had a set of curtained French doors that led to a balcony, which Tanishas memories told Meg that she spent a lot of time researching her designs there. The bed was large and made , with a set of fresh clothes laid out on it , Tanishas memories telling Meg that was the outfit she planned on wearing out with Erica clubbing tonight. The bed had a large African Witch Doctors mask hanging above it. Another souvenir of Tanishas travels. Meg quickly moved in front of the mirror and began to finally check out this new dark skinned body of hers. Shedding her clothes she began to inspect her new form, taking off one article of clothing at a time, as if she were performing a strip tease for herself. She caressed herself as each piece came of only stepping out of her new prized heels long enough to remove her slacks. Now standing naked except for her heels she truly began to think this Ebony body is hers and hers alone. She felt herself begin to grow warm as she ran her new hands over her brown breasts and dark nipples , and was slowly beginning to get aroused when Tanishas cell began to ring. Stopping what she was doing she walked to her discarded pants and fishe the device out of her pocket.
" Hello?" she asked not having a clue who would be so rude as to interrupt her exploration.
" You ready yet 'Nisha?" the voice on the other end said, causing Meg to use Tanishas memories once again to identify the voice as Erica... Tanishas best friend. Thinking about an appropriate response, she said " Almost Ere' , I just have to get dressed. "
" Okay girl. I will be at your house in ten minutes. Hurry up... you know Rodrick is gonna be there tonight right?" Erica said and Meg knew that to be a man Tanisha had the hots for.
" Oh believe me. I know. See you in ten girlfriend." Meg said and hung up. She looked in the mirror and gave her breast one more good squeeze befor going over to the bed and began dressing in the red jumpsuit number and heels the former Tanisha had laid out. If she had more time she would find something more revealing, but for now she would have to trust that Tanisha knew what she was doing with her life, she would have time to adjust it to suit herself later.
After getting dressed she gave her self a quick once over in the mirror and went back to the front door before gathering her purse, her keys, and arming the alarm to wait for Erica out front.
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What happens next?
