I've been crushing on you for months, Melissa. I've watched you from across the room, admired the way your eyes light up when you laugh, the curve of your hips when you walk. But you've made it clear you're not interested in me. You're only attracted to black men, you've said. Well, guess what? I can be anything you want.
You're in my bedroom now, the afternoon sun streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on your skin. You're sitting on my bed, looking around, a smirk on your face. "You brought me here to show me your comic books or something?" you ask, your voice teasing.
I take a deep breath. This is it. "No, Melissa. I brought you here to show you this." I stand up, my heart pounding. "I can change reality. Just by wishing it."
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, right. And I'm the Queen of England."
I grin. "I'm serious. Watch." I take a deep breath. "I wish I was a handsome, muscular 19-year-old black man."
You gasp as my body begins to change. My skin darkens, becoming a rich, chocolate brown. My muscles ripple and grow, my shirt straining against them. My hair falls out, leaving me bald. My lips grow fuller, my voice deeper. I look down at myself, then back up at you. Your eyes are wide, your breath hitching.
"I... I don't believe this," you whisper, your cheeks flushed.
I smirk. "No wait, I'm black now. You can call me Tyrone."
You bite your lip, your eyes roaming over my new body. I can see the desire in your eyes, the way your pupils dilate. Your pussy is tingling with anticipation, I can tell.
"You're so handsome," you breathe, "and you can do this?"
I nod. "I chose to black-ify myself just to win you over. You want to be a nigger lover, that's your interest."
You flinch at the term. "You shouldn't use that word," you say, but there's no conviction in your voice. Your body is betraying you, leaning towards me, your nipples hardening under your shirt.
I chuckle. "I'm black, I'm going to take advantage of it." I reach out, running a finger down your cheek. "But first, I wish Melissa cannot become pregnant by me." I wait a few seconds, then nod. "It should be locked in now."
You're practically squirming now, your pussy dripping with desire. "Tyrone," you moan, reaching out to touch my chest. "I want you. I want to do you."
I grin, pulling you into my arms. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, your tongue exploring my mouth. I can feel your body pressing against mine, your nipples hard against my chest. I reach down, cupping your ass, pulling you closer. You moan into my mouth, your hands roaming over my body.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down your neck, nibbling on your earlobe. You gasp, your head falling back, giving me better access. I unbutton your shirt, pushing it off your shoulders, revealing your lacy black bra. I reach behind you, unhooking it, letting it fall to the floor. Your breasts spill out, your nipples hard and begging for my attention.
I take one in my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue swirling around the nipple. You moan, your fingers tangling in my hair. I move to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Your body is writhing beneath me, your hips grinding against mine.
I trail my lips down your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down along with your panties. I spread your legs, settling between them. I can see your pussy, glistening with desire. I lean down, running my tongue along your slit. You gasp, your hips bucking.
I lick and suck, your taste exploding on my tongue. You're writhing beneath me, your moans filling the room. I slide a finger inside you, then another, pumping them in and out as I continue to lick your clit. You're so wet, so tight. I can feel your walls clenching around my fingers.
"I'm going to cum," you moan, your body tensing. I redouble my efforts, licking and sucking, fingering you faster. Your body convulses, your pussy gushing as you cum, your juices flooding my mouth. I lap it up, savoring your taste.
I stand up, stripping off my clothes. My cock is hard, standing at attention. You look at it, licking your lips. "Fuck me, Tyrone," you beg. "I need your cock inside me."
I grin, settling between your legs. I rub the head of my cock against your slit, coating it in your juices. Then, I push inside, filling you completely. You gasp, your nails digging into my back.
I start to move, slowly at first, then faster. You're moaning beneath me, your hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock, milking it. I lean down, capturing your lips in a kiss, swallowing your moans.
I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I reach between us, rubbing your clit as I continue to thrust. You're moaning, your body tensing. "Cum with me, Melissa," I groan. "Cum all over my cock."
Your body convulses, your pussy gushing as you cum. I can feel your walls milking my cock, pulling my orgasm from me. I groan, my cock pulsing as I cum, filling you with my seed. We lay there, panting, our bodies entwined.
You look up at me, a satisfied smile on your face. "That was amazing," you say. "But... can I see you change back now?"
I grin, kissing you softly. "Of course."