"...alright, sugah?"
Jon, or "Afrika Joniqua Washington" nodded. "I'm fine, mamma. I jus'...gonna be ready in a minute."
Riki's mother smiled and gushed "You jus' take yo time, girl. Dinna' gonna be waitin' fo yah."
Afrika watched as her mother, a once brillant lawyer turned cartoonish stereotype, waddled into the kitchen and started to make dinner. Afrika knew that this obease, black woman wasn't realy her mother...but she was having trouble remembering what her mother had looked like. Infact, she was a little disturbed by the idea of either she or her mother being white. It just seemed...wrong.
Thinking about white people made her think of Sharon. Thanks to Lebrons' wish that she be "...bi and all freaky in bed.", Afrika found that she still desired Sharon. Infact, she was far more attracted to Sharon then Lebron. She tried to remember Sharon as she'd been before Lebron had changed her, but found that to be difficult. Her clearest image of Sharon was of a huge-breasted, dim-witted blond slut with a passion for black folks.
Clear memories of laying in bed with Sharon and cuddling for hours began to drift into her mind. Thankfully Lebron hadn't wished her to be in love with him, so her memories of loving Sharon were still reasonably clear. The only changes were in their genders.
That made her think. If she couldn't solve her problems herself, then maybe she could work out a plan with Sharon? She wasn't the brightest girl in the world, but she WAS her girlfriend.
