Queen of Hearts: Part 5 (Patreon)

(Warning: Racist language and themes. This story is built on raceplay and transformation, but is not indicative of the personal beliefs of the author.)

Mia walked out onto the lawn and found her friends all gossiping around the table during brunch. Each of them was dressed in 4XL dresses and

“Mia! Hay girl haaay!” One of them called out, motioning for her to come join them.

(1)

The garden party was an event she was especially excited for, but she couldn’t remember exactly why. Just that she was going and all her friends were there waiting for her. She sat down at the circular black table and listened to her friends babble on about their favorite tv shows while she tried to find a decent segway into joining the conversation.

“And I was like…BIIIITCH! Don’t be sayin nothin about MAH black ass tryna get ahead. She see me wit mah man and she be like MMMMMMHM but I was like bitch, you ain’t datin no nigga eitha so fuck you, you can mmhm ya DAMN self!” One of Mia’s friends said, causing the rest of the table to erupt in cheers.

Try as she might, Mia couldn’t remember the name of her friend to save her life, so instead she simply reached for one of the many sugary treats piled up on the table.

“Mia! What do you think you’re doin, girl? You can’t eat that?” One of Mia’s flabby friends scolded just in time for another to pipe up.

“Yeah bitch if you eat that shit you ain’t gonna lose enough weight to find yourself a hot white man!”

“What? I never said-“ Mia began only to be cut off.

“Girl, trust me. White guys like their girls thin.” One said.

“Thin with plenty of tits and ass.” Another said, grinning mischievously.

Soon the four of them were all clucking about how they all wanted to embody the desires of white men and sharing stories about how they roped one in.

Mia’s vision warped as she couldn’t comprehend what she was looking at. Each of the women grew thinner before her eyes. Their skin lightened and even the colors of their dresses changed. They were skinny and beautiful, just like they said, with straight hair and mocha skin. It made no sense.

(2)

“Wait…Wha? Weren’t…You were all..” Mia stuttered.

“Oh we were…But ever since I fell in love with white men, I’ve been…Just…Better!” One friend coo’d, her slender face beaming with a bright smile.

Another immediately jumped in to gush as well, her hands running over the top of her exposed cleavage.

“Fffuck. I need some white dick in me like right now.”

“Gawd white cock is so good.” Another nameless friend said, the world becoming warm and dizzying as she spoke.

“I LOVE white cock..” One moaned.

“I need white cock…” One Panted.

“White…cock….” One groaned.

The desire was infectious. Mia could feel the words dancing on her tongue as the feverish urge to join them in their lusty worship

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Mia sat up quickly, jostled as if she’d just woken up from a fever dream. She couldn’t remember what it was exactly that she’d dreamed about, only that it had something to do with a date at a garden party. What was peculiar to her was that in the last few months her immersive hypnotherapy sessions had stopped leaving her feeling calm and relaxed, but rather energized and excited. It had started slowly at first. In the beginning Mia would end her sessions feeling more awake than usual, sometimes a little turned on. But as the months went by she would wake up before the alarm went off or nearly startle awake when it went off. By the end of each session her heart would be racing and her breathing quickened, but she would never have any memory of what it was that had had that effect on her.

“What about this one?” Mia asked, holding a red skirt up to her waist.

“Hm…That’s cute. I still think you could lighten up your color scheme. Or does Darren like it dark?” Trinh asked, grinning accusingly.

(3)

The pair had become all but inseparable in recent days, spending most of their time either together or hunting for clubs and public places. Trinh knew that Darren had only been a one time thing, but ever since her date with him, Mia couldn’t help but compare every guy they met to him. It wasn’t even that Mia even found him all that interesting or captivating during the couple times they’d gone out, but she still found herself in his bed every time they met up. There was just something about him that crept it’s way into Mia’s mind when he was around.

She’d had other dates as well, with her newly slender body and dolled up appearance allowing her a significantly wider pool to choose from. Several of the men she’d dated were exactly her type, others were unexpectedly interesting, but for some odd reason she found herself irritated by virtually everything they did. The way they stood, the way they spoke, the way they ate, and sometimes even how they looked all bothered her in a way that always grew into infuriation and eventually ended the date early.

When she told Trinh about this phenomenon, her friend simply laughed.

“Yeah, I used to get that too. I can’t even look at ethnic men anymore. They’re ugly and annoying. And stupid. That’s why I only date white men. They’re just…”

“…Better.” Mia responded automatically.

“Yeah, basically.” Trinh shrugged. “But you said it not me. Have you thought that maybe that’s the reason that you get along with Darren so well? Maybe you should actually listen to my advice and try dating white men for once. All the chinks, spics, and niggers you go out with just piss you off anyways.”

Mia’s ears pricked up at the language her friend was using but despite her revulsion at her particular use of the N-word, the curvy black girl couldn’t deny it as a descriptor for her last couple dates. The moment she was around them she felt perpetually angry and repulsed.

“Plus…White cock is fucking ama~zing.” Her friend sang, a wide and very cute smile spreading across her face.

The words rang in Mia’s ears as her breath shuddered for a moment.

(White cock)

Snippets of sound like shreds of memory seeped into her mind and she felt herself growing wet.

(I need white cock)

She remembered something about herself. She’d been trying to appeal to a white standard of beauty anyways. Mia had lost weight despite the appeals of black men. She’d straightened her hair and put herself on display. She’d even changed the way she spoke to sound less ghetto. Less black. Only now had it really dawned on her that that was what she was really doing.

(I LOVE white cock)

A feverish reverie floated over her head, filling her with dizzying heat. Her friend’s blatantly racist statement was already completely forgotten in the warm, fuzzy glow of her own fleeting memories that had already vanished from her mind once more.

“I…Yeah, I guess I could give them more of a chance.” Mia said with a slight wiggle in her hips as she turned back to the clothing racks. “But first I gotta get some clothes that actually fit me. All my cute shit is too big for me now.”

“Well, let’s get to it, girl! I’m going all in on this beauty transformation thing too. After this we’re gonna hit up the gym, then after THAT I need to EAT. You may be on a diet but I’m not getting anywhere with just skin and bones.” Trinh declared.

“Yeah.” Mia said, her smile returning. “That sounds like a plan.”

(4)