"Saronda! Saronda, where you at, girl?" a voice rang out from behind Sarah. The voice sounded exactly like her mom's voice, except that it had "black" inflections. She slowly turned around and saw a big-boobed, big-assed black woman dressed in trashy clothes, standing in the doorway of one of the run-down apartments.
Sarah's eyes went wide. It was her mom. Yes, the woman was black and her mom wasn't, but that woman was her mom. She was sure of it.
"Get yo ass back in here, girl," her mom commanded.
Not knowing what else to do, Sarah (Saronda?) did as she said. After entering the ratty apartment, she caught a glimpse of herself in a broken dirty mirror nearby. Sarah's body looked just like what she considered to be a typical black ghetto girl. Big breasts, huge butt, trashy clothes, too much make-up. Why was this happening to her? How could this happen to her?
Lashawndra looked down at her new white body and smiled. It worked! She now had Sarah McMillan's life. Just like she wanted, both her and her family were now white and rich, and Sarah and her family were now black and poor. Maybe now Sarah will be a bit more friendly to people she deemed to be inferior to her.
She watched as a car parked in the driveway and white woman got out. "Oh, Shauna, there you are. Are you thinking about heading out tonight?"
Lashawndra (or rather, Shauna) smiled. That was her mom. Her voice sounded the same, except for the fact that she sounded a lot more "white", but other than that, she was mostly like a new woman. She thought about keeping her family's memories intact, but she didn't want to freak them out, or freak anyone else out when they saw her mom and dad acting "un-white". No, for the moment, she was going to keep things as they were.
"Yeah, Mom. I'm meeting my friends at the mall." Sarah always did that, so she heard. "I better get going." It was so weird to hear herself talking like a white chick, but that was what came with the change. She wondered how Sarah was handling the fact that she could only talk like a black chick now. She giggled, hoping that Sarah was having a hard time with it. This was a punishment after all. Maybe if Sarah had been nicer to her ...
Sarah (or rather, Saronda) walked further into the apartment. She knew she had never been there before, but the place felt familiar to her anyway. She walked down a hallway and into one of the bedrooms. Was this her room?
"Dayum," she muttered. "Dis is sum fucked up shit." Her eyes went wide. Why was she talking like that?
