Queen of Hearts: Part 9 (Patreon)

“Alright Mia, that’s just about it for today!” Samantha said, her eyes shining with serene pride and what could only have been mischief. “That concludes your treatment and your time here at Aura Inc. I’d like to be the first to congratulate you on completing your personal transformation through our program. As an added bonus, we would like to take a picture of you to compare against you your intake photo. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

“Absolutely.” Mia smiled happily.

The final photo was a much happier affair than her intake photo. Originally it wasn’t even something she had thought twice about, but now it felt like she was completely turning the last page on the sad, ugly, lonely chapter of her life. The first time, she had merely stood against the backdrop and let her embarrassing client photo be taken, but now she looked back on the memory, fondly thinking of it as a “before” picture only meant to illuminate the one she was about to take. The process didn’t take long and in her excitement, Mia couldn’t help but pose for the shot.

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Mia beamed with pride at the difference in her appearance as she walked out of Aura Inc. for the final time with her before and after photos as well as a folder full of outpatient documents, legal statements, and instructions to follow their social media accounts to help promote the business. Part of her felt it was slightly bittersweet despite how little time she spent actually conscious inside, but shrugged it off by reminding herself that all she ever remembered about the therapy was putting on headphones and taking very, very refreshing naps.

Then again, she thought, there was definitely no shame in mourning the loss of a perfect nap environment.

In the days that followed, Mia spent a good amount of time with Trina as the two of them went on double dates and generally did things besties do. They had decided that meeting new people and going on dates both together and separately was more fulfilling than just locking down a single boyfriend, especially with the pair’s newly heightened sex drives.

One night, while getting completely hammered at the newly bottle-blonde Trina’s place, Mia had drunkenly let it slip that she had developed a huge sexual fascination with white men since starting her therapy. That statement sent Trina into an equally horny gushing session about the perks, benefits, and even outright superiority of white men over what she considered to be “the lesser races.” Mia was almost surprised at how quickly she’d jumped to agree, but after all she’d learned and experienced in the last year, it seemed more of a statement of fact than a personal belief. Where once she couldn’t even imagine herself in a working interracial relationship, she found black men to be obnoxious, crude, and completely repulsive. Hispanic men seemed slimy or dirty while Asian men came off as boring, pretentious, or weak. It was an obvious choice as to what a proper mating partner looked like.

The two of them awoke the next day on Trina’s couch, hung over and sore from what must have been a significant fucking, both of them now sporting matching Queen of Hearts tattoos on their chests. Trina was more familiar with the symbol as she’d developed her fetish for white men earlier than Mia had, but after some gatorade and a half decent breakfast, the two began piecing together fragmented memories of the bimbofied Asian taking her friend on a deep dive of BWC subreddits and fetish forums before they ended up at a tattoo parlor, sopping wet and sloppy drunk. Seeing as how neither of their bank accounts had emptied in the slightest, they were left shocked and giggling at their own sluttiness when they realized how they’d paid.

“What can I say?” Mia shrugged. “White dick makes me a lil crazy.

“Bitch, saaaaame.” Trina giggled.

From then on, they’d become a pair of cock addicted fiends. They advertised themselves online as seeking threesomes with white guys, happily devoted to serving their superior white masters as a pair. Over and over they met up with city guys and frat boys looking for a good time, but despite their post sex talks about how their shared behavior wasn’t sustainable in the long run, both girls only found themselves more and more comfortable with their new lifestyle. Fat men, fit men, thin men, single  men, married men cheating on their wives, it didn’t ever matter so long as they had a nice white cock to stuff into the two ethnic slut queens. Mia and Trina moved in together, occasionally enjoying each other as sexual playmates, but always seeking another man to serve either together or as a pair.

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It was only after a year of devoted indulgence to their new lifestyle that Mia lay in bed with her roommate and slave sister as they referred to each other. Both of them had just finished another night with a particularly handsome but young looking teen they’d met up with at the mall. He came quickly the first time, indicating a visible lack of experience, but neither woman minded nor did it stop them from waiting until he was ready to go again to continue.

Mia’d been as enthusiastic as ever, but had begun noticing that amongst their partners, there were some who preferred Trina’s fake tits over her own fat ass and thighs. It was a stupid thing to be bothered by, she realized, but couldn’t put the thought from her mind.

“Hey Trina?” She asked, staring at the ceiling, still naked and sweating.

“Hm?” Asked the blissed out bimbo next to her.

“….Do you think I should get a boob job?”