Afrika (even the name "Jon" was starting to seem unreal...perhaps even offensive) got dressed in her most afrocentric finery. A vibrantly patterned mini-dress (a mix of reds, blacks, yellows and greens) and a matching head-wrap that left most of her dreads and extentions trailing down to her considerable buttocks. She slipped her feet into a pair of natural-looking sandles ("Made in Kenya") with three-inch platforms and inspected herself in her mirror.
Jon would have thought this looked strange. A sort of "70's Flashback" outfit, only seen on old episodes of the "Soul Train"
Afrika thought she looked sharp and sassy. She liked the colors, 'cause a lot of sisters wern't willing to represent the nation. She smiled, turned around, then ran her hands over her body and giggled as a shiver of delight ran through her. Damn, but she had a big, sweet ass! It was no wonder that a fine brotha like Lebron was wantin' to ride her booty.
Afrika stopped, took a deep breath, and regained control. She couldn't let Lebron do this to her! She HAD to keep her head!
She told her mother where she was going and went out to her car. Obviously, Labron hadn't thought of everything. The shitty little car that sat in her drive was the same car Jon'd driven for the last few years. She slipped behind the wheel and felt herself calming down. By the time she pulled up at Sharons house she'd regained her self control.
That lasted untill she actualy saw Sharon. Then...her desires began to race again.
Sharon had once been a normal, pretty girl. She was now a tall, platinum-blond, huge-breasted woman with the face and body of a porn star. She was dressed in a slinky nightgown, white as ivory against her tanned skin, and she smiled when she opened her door. Afrika gaped at her for a moment, then asked "Sharon? Is that you in there?"
Sharon giggled like a child, then thrust her honeydew-sized breasts into her face. It was easy, as she was now much taller than Afrika. "Yeah, it's me in here. Ain't these titties great? I jus' love sittin' an' playin' with'em. Do you think I look hot, Riki?"
Afrika nodded and swallowed hard. "You look real hot, Sharon. What do you think about all this shit? You know...about what Lebron did to us?"
Sharon turned and walked in an ass-swaying fashion Afrika had only seen in movies or cartoons. She placed her hands on her buttocks, then ran them down her thighs and up to her breasts. She shivered and coo'd, saying in her new, bimbo voice "I LOVE it, Riki! It's real hard for me to think 'bout anythin' for too-too long, an' I'm totaly flunking outta all my classes, but it don't matter. This is way better then bein' some dorky bookworm! All I wanna do is fuck...an' I love it!"
The old Sharon was gone, but it was clear that some of her still clung to the edges of her mind. For one thing...she was obviously attracted to Afrika. In her body language and little glances, Afrika could see the signs.
Sharon sat on her bed and took a teddy bear in her arms. Afrika could remember winning it for her a month ago...when they'd both been different people. She smiled and fussed with the bear, finaly cuddling it between her breasts. She looked up into Afrikas eyes, then tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
"I love it, Riki. But I wish...I wish..."
Afrika took the beautiful woman in her arms and Sharon began to sob. She rocked her back and forth, singing a traditional west african song to calm her. The new Sharon may love her new body...but it was clear that she had some idea of what Lebron had taken from her.
Finaly Sharon stopped crying and just rocked along with Afrika. She sniffed, and wiped her lovely, crystal-blue eyes (slightly slanted like an anime character) then breathed "I'm sorry, Riki. I realy do love it...but it's hard to forget what I was. I will...soon...but..."
Afrika took Sharons face in her hands and kissed her tenderly, the way Lebron never did. Then Sharon began to undress Afrika...and they both yelded to their desires.
When Lebron entered Sharons bedroom (he basicly had the run of the house) he found both his girl friends cuddling in each others arms. Inside his mind, Carl was gloating over just how well things were going. He had his two dream girls, his new basketball stardom and his personal wishing stone. Things couldn't get better.
Little did he dream that the two girls were far more attracted to each other than they were to him. The large, black girl and the tall, white slut weren't just in lust...but also in love.
and they were plotting.
