New Body, New Life

Black Man x white girl : New body, new life

I dedicate this story to anyone who sometimes feels like their soul doesn't match their body. I know I'm endowed by men, so I'm gay.

However, for many years I was harassed due to the fact that my mentality, my physique and my mannerisms did not correspond to the masculine gender, to the idea that one has of a named. Social, family, school pressure, the judgment of others pushed me to become someone else, to force me to try somehow to try to be masculine. But it's not me. I would have liked to have had the courage that some effeminate men have to assume their ways deemed feminine. I often imagined that my life would have been simpler if I had been a girl. When I discovered that many white girls (but also white boys) fantasize about being in a relationship with a dominant black man, I was surprised at first.

But in fact, I would have liked to live in this society that some announce as inevitable. Will white men ever be forced to submit to Black men and become their sex slaves? While waiting for the answer, I know that some Black men seem to see fragile young white boys like me as girls. Yet, it has never happened to me to be seduced by a Black man (or only once).

I've always been fascinated by stories of body swapping, and several blogs write stories about it. For my part, I have not yet written many stories about it. So I wanted to write about a man who becomes a woman, based as usual on my own fantasies. When you are a man, wanting to be a woman is not a proof of weakness, on the contrary you need a lot of courage and inner strength to go through the stages of physical transformation and therapy.

As far as I'm concerned, I still see myself as a gay man, but it's true that I often have ways of thinking that are "feminine", and that's because it was considered that male and female genders each had different ways of thinking. I think character and personality are not gendered: I know some very masculine girls who won't necessarily want to be a man. It is true that, as I am young, I would have liked to find a man who would accept me as a somewhat feminine boy. All this to say that this story is only the reflection of my fantasies and inner thoughts

In this story, I imagined myself in the shoes of a girl who was lucky enough to be seduced by a Black man. This story is almost autobiographical in the sense that the personality of the main character is inspired by me. However, I hope other people will enjoy reading this story. And if you just love seeing Black men with white women, you've come to the right place.

PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY

- A NEW BODY, A NEW LIFE -

Being a short, thin young white man isn't easy every day. But when you're about to graduate from university and you still haven't been in a relationship, it's even more painful. This feeling of not pleasing anyone. To not be attractive. Does only the physical matter?

No girl, neither black nor white, wants to go out with me: too submissive, too effeminate, too small, too thin, not muscular enough, not rich enough, not sporty enough,... In short, I am "too"or "not enough" but never well. Boys aren't attracted to me because I'm both too feminine and not masculine enough. In short, I have the impression of not pleasing anyone. Even Black boys talking behind my back get on me, but I'm just another white boy to them. How jealous I am of those busty blonde girls everyone is drawn to in college.

I, who would so much like to go out with a boy, am I going to have to get into the world of work without having known love once? When I go home, it's not better. If it's to argue with my parents, I still prefer not to have a family. I'm not good enough for them either.

One evening, I cried so much and I prayed: "give me the opportunity to make me be a girl, please! Everything would be easier if I were a beautiful young girl: I will have a boyfriend and the people would like to seduce me."

I go to sleep knowing this will never happen.

In the morning, I wake up with a funny feeling. My room is pink! I'm a bed with a pink blanket, pink pillows. On the walls, giant posters of famous Black men like Idris Elba, Jamie Foxx and Michael B. Jordan, or the singer Jason Derulo. Justby seeing them, I'm already better, seeing their perfect physique makes my eyes feel good. I walk around in this little room where almost everything is pink.

I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but I don't appear in the mirror: it's a girl! Yet I am fully aware of being me, I remember my existence as a boy. Yet the girl I see in the mirror is the one I always wanted to be. She's taller than I was as a boy, but still small so men can dominate me visually and know that I submit to their desires.

My boobs and my buttocks are closed and bouncing. I have no body hair, but on the other hand I have long, silky brown hair with blonde highlights, it falls down my back with beautiful curls. I am so beautiful!

I see that, hung above my desk, is a timetable where are registered my classes. I am a new student at my own school. I understand that I am still at university, that has not changed. But I am now registered under the name of Elizabeth Taillebera.

Am I in a parallel universe? Where am I? How did I become a girl? But above all, do I really want to know what is happening to me? I must take advantage of the chance offered to me. Magic, science, or am I dreaming? I don't want to know. I just want to enjoy my life as a girl. I'm beautiful because I have the body I've always wanted to have, I live in the apartment of my dreams with a pink bedroom whose walls are covered with my idols, the most beautiful Black men.

I go to my closet and find many girl's clothes and shoes. The dream! Just because I'm new to this university - which I actually know as a boy - doesn't mean I'm going to be noticed. But I can still try. I put on a black bra and matching panties, then I put on a skirt that stops before the knees, and on my feet a pair of long boots. I contrast this rather provocative style with a patterned shirt, which makes me more distinguished. I complete my outfit with a pair of long earrings at the top, a colorful scarf. I put on a raw denim jacket, rather well cut and I take my handbag in which my notebooks and my books are already stored. I am quite satisfied with my outfit because I am both fresh and feminine, as elegant as seductive. My black skirt and boots contrast with my colorful shirt and scarf, and my handbag makes me look like a student ready to work. My black skirt and boots contrast with my colorful shirt and scarf, and my handbag makes me look like a student ready to work.

I then take the metro. The metro, the place I hate because everyone seems ugly, poor, stinky and unhappy. However, as soon as I enter the metro car I feel certain male gazes staring at me. Some are discreet and others are less so.

I live in a neighborhood where there has been a high concentration of Black people. So I'm not surprised to see several Black men laying eyes on me. I laugh to myself that they probably wouldn't have looked at me when I was a boy. Being a girl - more like a woman - gives me power over them: I like the fact that they would fight to be the first to put his big cock in my mouth. And I'll give the winner their well-deserved reward... ???? What's for sure is that I myself get all turned on by the sight and smell of all those Black men.

On the pretext that there are a lot of people in the subway, a tall, very muscular Black man sticks behind me. I feel a big cock swell behind my little ass, and the subway, which moves a lot, makes it lean on me. I have the impression of having received his cock in my ass even though I'm wearing a skirt and he's wearing pants! As a boy, I would have been deeply shocked if a man took advantage of this situation to rub shoulders with a helpless young girl. But as a woman, I can't help being excited. I've never been able to do anything sexual with a boy, so it's not the first hand that's been put on my ass that's going to bother me! Although I will of course defend a woman who sees herself as a victim, I still cannot forget the fact that I have become beautiful enough for a man to show me the attraction he felt for me, even in a little sexist. Here I am reassured, men likes me, and I am sure that I will be able to enjoy their company.

I arrive at university and my arrival is like that of the most beautiful girl in school in American films for teenagers: I have the impression of being filmed in slow motion, the hair blowing in the wind and that all the lights illuminate my make-up! All eyes turn to me: usually, you don't really notice a new student at university because there are so many people. But there, the girls are jealous of me for my beauty and the boys are amazed. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them cums just by seeing me. I am not pretentious, and I kept my humble character that I had when I was a boy, as well as my personality and my memories.

I can see white men looking at me. How it changes! Of course I couldn't force them to like me, even as a boy, and of course I did talk to some of them, because not all of them are dominant, muscular men. But of my life as a boy, I have the impression of not regretting anything: my clothes were always too large because I was too thin, too tall because I was too small, I never knew if I wanted to leave my beard push to look manly or if I should shave it to look less old....

Now that I have experience of how to wear makeup and heard the boys talk about what they love in a woman, I will be able to seduce them. Neither too whore, if too prudish. What is certain is that these white men can wait! Just because they're white doesn't mean I reject them, it's because I don't want to expect affection and attention from the same people who rejected me.

I have retained my personality, I still want to be loved for myself. I went from a gay boy to a straight woman, but I still have white skin. This does not guarantee me to be liked by black men. But my revenge on life will not wait: I wasted too much time waiting for Prince Charming, but I still dream of it.

I walk to my class when I suddenly see a group of tall Black men demanding his money from a little white boy. Even if the scene is exciting, I can't bear to see a fragile person being bullied on the pretext that he is smaller. I was in this situation myself a short time ago, and now that I no longer exist as a boy, another fragile boy needs to be humiliated in college.

It's so childish and I don't understand how anyone can waste their time doing harm. I then decide to go save this young boy at the same time as having fun talking with handsome muscular Black men.

ELIZABETH TAILLEBERA (ME): "Excuse me gentlemen, but I'm looking for room E25, could you tell me where it is?"

I then see the eyes of Black men turn to me, and they look at me as if they have the power to see my body through my clothes. They are hungry and lick their lips when they see me. They are so busy staring at my tits and my ass that they don't notice me meeting the white boy's gaze to let him know that I'm going to help him free him.

One of them offers to accompany me and asks me if I want him to carry my bag so that I don't have to do it myself. I tell him that it is very gallant of him. He turns around to order the little submissive white boy to carry my bag for him, and he and his friends escort me to my room. With these tall, muscular Black men around me and the little white boy carrying my bag behind them, I feel like a lady of nobility surrounded by his burly bodyguards and obedient servant.

Still, I'm a little embarrassed, because I don't intend to look like those bitches who think they're queens just because they are pretty. Arrived at my class, I thank the young boy for having "helped" me to carry my bag, even if he was forced to do so.

One of the Black men kicks him in the leg joints causing him to fall to his knees. He then hands me my bag as if I were a goddess, and the humiliation makes the black men laugh. But this young white boy - although it is very exciting to see these Black men show their power and dominance by humiliating him - does not deserve to be treated as a slave. I then hold out my hand to lift him up, and by doing a good deed, I feel like I'm earning the young submissive's esteem as much as the admiration of these dominant Black men.

I then go back to my class, and it turns out that four of them are having class with me. With their impressive muscular bodies, they scare away a group of white boys who give up their seats to them, so that they can sit next to me. It's so exciting to be around so many Black men! I feel their eyes on my body, but I don't feel like an object. I feel that they are licking their lips, hungry at the idea of being the first to be able to make me suck their cock and be able to fuck me. And yet I don't feel like an object. I'm just happy.

This course is an English literature course. Even though I became a new student, I kept the same schedule with the same teachers. It's pretty handy! I'll just have to be careful not to show people I know that I already know them, they have to trust me. I see my literature teacher, Mr. Thomas Olivey, a Black man in his fifties, rather corpulent but handsome for his age.

The physical contrast with the drama teacher, Mrs Clarissa McDyme, is still dazzling as she is a rather fresh forty-year-old woman. Mr. Olivey quickly explains to me what his course consists of, then asks me to introduce myself to my classmates. So I tell them my first and last name. However, I still do not understand the reason for Mrs. McDyme's presence in this English literature class. She explains.

CLARISSA MCDYME, THEATER TEACHER: "We are happy to see you Miss Taillebera. If you wish, you will be able to participate in our play. You are not yet aware, but know that Mr. staged William Shakespeare's play OTHELLO. I'll let Mr. Olivey tell you more about the play itself and its historical context."

THOMAS OLIVEY, ENGLISH LITERATURE TEACHER: "Thank you, Mrs McDyme. Indeed,"The Tragedy of Othello, The Moor of Venice" is the first play that William Shakespeare and his troupe - renamed "The King's Men" - performed before the Court of King James I Stuart of England and his wife Queen Anne of Denmark. It is inspired by an Italian short story entitled Un capitano Moro, written in 1565 by Giraldi Cinthio. Well here is the context. The story is a fiction which takes place in Venice and tells the life of Othello. He is a former slave, who, having redeemed his freedom, becomes general of Venice and marries the beautiful Desdemona, daughter of the noble Brabantio. His soul will be corrupted by the jealousy of the one he believes to be his friend, Iago. As for Roderigo, he is in love with Desdemona, and Cassio is manipulated by Iago. Indeed, Iago takes advantage of Cassio's naivety to pass him off to Othello as Desdemona's lover, whom Othello ends up killing."

CLARISSA MCDYME, THEATER TEACHER: "There, thank you Mr. Olivey for your explanations of the story and its context. For my part, I would like to explain to you our scenic intention. You know that the play is known to feature a Black man in the lead role. The play has had many adaptations for theater and film. But to give more roles to Black men, we agreed that in this version, all the men who love Desdemona are Black men. Don't you find it exciting to see a white woman being seduced by so many Black men?"

THOMAS OLIVEY: "At the beginning, we thought it would be interesting to represent Othello as it was played in the time of William Shakespeare, that is to say with young boys to play the female characters. I don't hide that it would be interesting, and maybe we would do that one day: seeing a young white boy tell a Black man that he wants to be his submissive wife is also very exciting. Artistically speaking, of course. Anyway, there are only 3 female characters, so we're keeping them for girls. Auditions start tomorrow."

Then, after telling us about this project, the professor continues his lesson. I tell myself that it is interesting to be a woman at the right time, because I will be able to try my luck. In a way, I respect the tradition of Elizabethan theater, because I am a boy in a woman's body! Anyway, I'm going to have to think of a text for my audition, because playing the character of Desdemona is an opportunity to be a woman courted by handsome Black men.

As I expected, a white boy approaches me in a hallway and asks me if I plan to participate in the play. I told him yes and told me that he would surely see me again at rehearsals. He flirts with me heavily, insisting on my beauty. I'm already beginning to no longer want to talk to him when, fortunately, a handsome Black man orders him to get out. The white boy obeys, even if he tries a "see you later" which has no effect on me.

I thank the Black man and he asks me: "He wanted to flirt with you, that's for sure. But I imagine that you might have wanted to be kissed by a boy like him.".

I don't know what's got into me but I immediately answer him this: "Kiss a white boy? Yuck! I would rather lick a Black man's ass!". But why did I have to tell him that? Is it my subconscious that revealed my desire to be submissive to Black men?

He seems to be surprised at my statement: I scared him, that's for sure.

ELIZABETH TAILLEBERA (ME) : "No, I'm kidding, it's a joke! Ahah, you believed me!".

However, he sketches a smirk: "No, I hope you meant what you said, because I too find the place of your tongue would be more appropriate in a Black man's ass than in any white boy's mouth, sweetie."

Then he smiles at me and leaves. I can't believe what just happened: a white boy who flatters me on my beauty, it bothers me. On the other hand, a Black man who tells me that I will make a good licker of black ass, that excites me. Is something wrong with me? It must be said that when I see him walk away, I see his ass from afar and I have a great desire to run after him to beg him to let me become his personal asslicker.

When I see him further away talking with other girls, I'm jealous. Fortunately, I am reassured to always be the one that men look at. I go to the courtyard of the university to eat. No sooner have I sat down on a bench than a dozen black men surround me. Some have a smell of sweat that is felt, some are more muscular or big than others, but all have in common to be very attractive.

They surround me and ask me questions about myself. I answer them honestly and I am interested in them in return. I show myself to be benevolent and considerate, complimenting them one after the other so as not to put any of them aside.

I appreciate the fact that they sees me as a piece of meat, at least I don't mind. When I see the bulges in their pants, I have a huge urge to kneel down and beg them to make me suck their huge juicy cocks.

A few days later, I arrive at the audition for the role of Desdemona, Othello's wife. She is the daughter of a Venetian senator, so she is noble and in my opinion, should show grace and benevolence. Nevertheless, by daring to be in a relationship with a Black man without paternal authorization, she shows courage, rebellion and open-mindedness because she does not let her love decisions be dictated by others. My interpretation is enough to convince the teachers who stage the adaptation of William Shakespeare's play Othello. I look forward to being in the presence of other Black men. They are so hot!

Rehearsals begin and the other students who have been selected to perform in the play meet. Mr. Olivey informs that the interpreter of Othello is late but should arrive soon.

My body is racing: who will play the role of my husband? Suddenly, the doors open violently, everyone turns, and here I am amazed. This Black man is tall, muscular, well dressed, with an arrogant air but a smile that makes him soft, a gait that makes him serious and strong. He's gorgeous, but I know I've seen him before: he's the man I talked to in a hallway a few days ago! He greets the teachers without apologizing for being late: he knows he has the title role and that everything depends on him, so he takes advantage of it.

THOMAS OLIVEY: "Jordan, what a pleasure to see you! Go and sit next to the one who plays Desdemona, your obedient wife. This pretty young girl is called Elisabeth Taillebera, and you two will have plenty of time to learn to know each other."

Jordan approaches me and I feel his presence dominate me. He comes close to my ear and whispers: "Nice to see you again my little asslicker."

Oh my god, he remembers that joke!

The rehearsals are embarrassing at first because Jordan refuses to look at me lovingly, in a very seductive way. The least we can say is that he is in his character! As for me, my gentleness and my shyness play in my favour: the teachers believe that I am really in my character of Desdemona, when in fact I am sincerely intimidated!

As the days go by, a relationship of trust develops between Jordan and me, and he touches me often. Given the way he grabs me around the waist to pull me closer to him, I can tell he enjoys playing the role of my husband. He and I spend time outside of class, so much so that I invite him to come to my house. Yes, a respectable girl probably wouldn't invite a stranger to her house.

But, in this life, with this new body, and without my family to stop me from making my choices, I want to follow my own rules. I bring him up to my house, and he follows me to my room.

JORDAN: "So you really like Black men!"

He notices the posters hanging on the walls, representing famous attractive black men.

ELIZABETH : "Yes, but when you enter a room, we only see you. I find you very attractive, you know."

Jordan lies on my bed like he's at home. He pats the mattress for me to join him, as if I should wait for his permission to come to my bed.

JORDAN: "Since we're playing a couple, maybe it's time for you and me to do some couple activities. Come here, woman."

I'm about to lie down next to him when he points out that he still has his shoes on. He asks me to take them off for him. His big stinky feet attract me, I want to kiss them. He sees in my look that I want to worship him.

JORDAN: "What are you waiting for, white girl? Lick your man's feet!"

I then start licking his toes and he laughs: he appreciates seeing a white girl at his feet. As for me, I like to submit to him.

Then, we kiss passionately for several minutes before he takes my hand and places it on his crotch. He wants to have his cock massaged and I feel that, even through his pants, his long cock hardens at the touch of my hand. He allows me to take out his cock. His sublime dick. This bbc is the longest I've seen. Although thick and fragrant, his cock is still appetizing. He then pushes his dick close to my face, in order to make me realize that I have to suck it. I start by bending his cock to flatter him. Then, I kiss his beautiful black cock.

Finally, I lick his cock and pump it with great pleasure and joy. I suck it for a long time, and both of us like it. His huge balls are in my mouth, I alternate between sucking and licking his balls. He ends up jerking off and ejaculates on my face. Covered in cum, I look like a whore. Except that a whore would have been paid. However, hardly has he ejaculated than Jordan leaves. He only sees me as his cock sucker?

A few days later, still angry with Jordan for leaving me just after covering me with his delicious sperm, I remain alone in my corner. A young blonde girl joins me to eat, we chat and start to become friends. Suddenly, a very tall Black man comes near her and she introduces him as her lover. How lucky she is! Cynthia, my new friend, proposes to her lover Hakim to organize a double date: the three of us will go to the restaurant and we will be joined by a friend of Hakim.

The evening happens we go to the restaurant, I wait to find out that he is the famous waiter who will serve as my companion during the evening. Cynthia and Hakim's idea is to get their respective friends to be a couple. So I'm surprised to see Jordan coming! He's Hakim's friend, who's going to be my date during the evening!

During the evening, I made it clear to Jordan that I was disappointed that he left my apartment as soon as I had finished sucking him off. However, he seeks to be forgiven. Seeing that we are made for each other, our friends Cynthia and Hakim suggest we go to a nightclub.

Cynthia tells me how much she adores Black men, and I can't help but be agree with her. In the nightclub, Jordan clings to me and hits my neck, strokes my hair, smacks my ass. I asks him to take me home.

This time, however, no sex. If he really wants me, he'll have to seduce me. Nevertheless, I really want to lick his body or feel his manly hands on my new female body.

So, one day when the tall Jordan comes to my house to rehearse scenes from the play, I manage to find myself near his ass. He finds it weird at first that I fell near his ass, but I don't tell him that I pretended to fall near his ass for a good reason. I actually spilled water on his pants! As he sits down, he realizes this and I hasten to dry him off. Except his boxer shorts are also wet, so he takes them off. I then see his sublime bubble butt. He turns, and I approach his ass to kiss him. He's surprised at first, but remembers the joke I made about me wanting to lick his ass. He looks at me and orders me to lick his ass. Jordan and I take so much pleasure in it that I spend at least more than an hour there with my face in his ass. I love licking his Black ass!

I love Jordan, I love everything about him.

The day of the show finally arrives, our chemistry is evident, and I'm happy to be applauded because I did the show with the man I love. He will never know that I was a boy. All he knows is that I am his girlfriend, obedient, who like to serve her Black Master. And I intend to enjoy this new life as a girl by being a good sex slave to my Black lover.

END OF THE STORY