Dialogue of witches (Patreon)

- What ... what did you do to him? Where has this damn white bastard racist gone?

- Are you worried about him? He's already in the past.

- In what sense in the past? In the sense that he is gone now? And of course I'm not worried about him .. But ... It's just fucking weird. People don't just disappear into thin air at the snap of their fingers.

- Well, sometimes they disappear. If you really want to. But you can believe that he will change his mind ... And in the past in every way, huh

- Is that you? Did you do it somehow? After your fingers, he disappeared!

- God, friend, do you really think that I can do something like that? It seems to me that he just ran away and we did not notice it.

Phoebe did not tell the whole truth to her friend that she had sent Franklin back in time. But inside she smiled, imagining how a big pumped-up bald racist would suddenly find himself in the body of a little black slave that still existed.

This amused her so much that until the end of the evening she walked with a huge smile on her face, despite the fact that she spent a huge amount of energy on this witchcraft, which will now take a long time to restore.

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- That's it, my dear. Now turn your back on us

- So ... like this?

- No! Faster! What a clumsy girl! Excuse us, my guests, I will talk to her

Franklin, hearing these last words, was already afraid of this "conversation". In this ridiculous outfit in front of a crowd of white rich people, he was, as usual, uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Everything inside him burned out from humiliation and the inability to change anything.

All the time until he suddenly found himself in this body in the past there was nothing good for him. He lost all his masculine strength and was forced to put up with the fact that almost every person here in this strange place was stronger than him. Moreover, because of his new position, he was like a simple thing for everyone.

His attempts to prove something at the very beginning only exacerbated the situation, and after a month of staying here, his hope of returning to his reality was already becoming more and more illusory and foggy.