As Erica looked out from the dais to the predominantly African crowd,she couldn't help but think back on how far her dream had come. She looked up to D'qwan, her owner, and felt nothing but pride and admiration. He too had come a long way from the nerdy law student she had found huddled in the library. He was a god now. Well, technically just the new president of the United States, but to her and so many others, he was the god of the new religion - the religion of black supremacy.
She dreamt that the world would see the truth that knew was always there, and now they had. Erica looked down at herself, clothed in the skimpy red lace bra and panties, the color of which denoted her position under her owner and within the new society. She would catch the occasional African in the crowd stare at her and her barely contained tits; she could tell the height of their arousal by their erect phalluses, all enormous, but all were off limits as she was happily owned. Ownership was freedom. Freedom from responsibility, from thought, from everything that didn't involve serving D'qwan. She looked out and smiled; it had all started so long ago...
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She caught herself staring at the beaker again. It would seem all she did these days was work in the genetics lab, but when you don't have any friends, sometimes, the silence of the lab is as calming and comforting as one could ask for. It was late, and she had stayed late in the lab all week. And she was tired. Tired of having no friends. Tired of never having a boyfriend. Tired of never being flirted with. She saw the way men looked at the blonde bimbos from the sororities, and while she knew that she was better than them because she was smarter and had a better personality, she still envied their attention. She glanced over to the mirror hung above the sink and glared at what she had seen every day in her life; a mousy girl with carrot red fussy hair, no tone but no fat, B cup tits, freckles, and a complete overall average appearance. She wasn't ugly but wasn't enough of anything for anyone to really pay attention.
But Erica was only 18. She was a prodigy when it came to science, especially genetics. And though her parents died when some drunk asshole hit them with his car when she was 16, she had already been enrolled at Philadelphia State University for a year and living on her own. As an only child, she inherited everything, but it all seemed empty without them. And that's what caused her throw herself into her books and redouble her efforts into getting her degree and achieving notoriety. And this genetic cocktail was going to be her golden ticket.
Erica glanced again at the pink liquid in the beaker, then at the petri dish beside it. She had isolated the genes responsible for everything she identified as "beauty"; tit size, hair and eye color, complexion, metabolism; she had it all! Then, she had created and ingenious retrovirus that could rip out the old, ugly you and replace it with the enhanced version. "Rip" always seemed like a strong word for what actually was happening, but in her mind's eye, that what she saw happening; so she went with it. She was using it for purely cosmetic reasons, but ultimately, it could be used to remove and enhance other genetic defects of humanity.
Of course, human testing would never be approved at such an early stage, plus she was talking about reengineering human life - highly controversial and highly dangerous given the possibilities. So she kept it a secret, all to herself. To her advisors, she was working on the genetics of hair loss, something her older male advisors found very important, but also something she finished months prior. No, this was something she would have to carry out, start to finish.
Erica heard the 'ding' go off on the alarm and knew everything was ready. She carefully packed the serum, the virus, and her syringes and headed back to her dorm to grab her things and head home to South Jersey. When she got to her dorm room, she walked in to find her roommate and her boyfriend making out and doing some heavy petting. Gina was a Sicilian brunette with olive complexion, big tits, and a big ass, and she could get with any guy on campus if she wanted to. Erica and Gina were complete opposites but got along famously. Erica grabbed her bag silently and headed home where she would be alone for what she hoped was the best spring break of her life.
Once home, she unpacked her equipment and readied herself. The retrovirus was fast acting, which mean that once it started, it would be painful and she would become feverish as her body would futilely try to fight off the "infection". She inserted an IV for hydration and nutrients as should figured that even with the speed of the virus, it would still take a few days; she was rewriting her entire genetic code after all. She took one final look at the syringe, eyeing the curiously pink liquid one final time before inserting it into her IV line and releasing the virus into her body. She lied down and smiled, knowing that no matter what, she wouldn't be the same again after this, and she slowly fell asleep.
She awoke what seemed like an instant later but noticed it was much darker outside. She leaned over to her nightstand to get her phone; it had been four and a half days; her calculations had been 50% off and while she had given herself enough hydration to stay asleep that long, she had not done so with her nutrients, which explained the extreme hunger she had. But other than the hunger, the only difference she felt was a weight on her chest. She stood surprisingly easily, went to her bedroom mirror, and couldn't help but grin ear to ear. She was hot! Her mousy hair became wavy and bouncy; her body became toned with muscle yet still womanly; her eyes were a stunning violet; and her tits were huge! She only them this big on the glamour models Gina would look at when she thought Erica was asleep.
Her body had changed so dramatically that she didn't think any of her old clothes would do anymore. But it was nighttime, and she needed something to eat, badly; so on she threw a sweatshirt and some pajama pants and drove over to the local diner. Being that she spent all of her time at the college, no one recognized her, but the late night crowd of drunks and stoners paid her plenty of attention. She ordered the lumberjack special with extra bacon and ate it with gusto as her stomach demanded nothing less.
Erica glanced around the room, surveying her fellow nighthawks when she noticed one of the girls from what Erica was calling 'the stoner table' was looking right back at her. Erica turned away quickly and went back to her pancakes when she noticed the girl had walked over and was standing next to her.
"Mind if I have a seat?" the girl asked.
"Um, no. Not at all," she replied, "I'm Erica." She looked the girl over quickly. She had on short black skirt showing off shapely legs and a tight AC\DC T-shirt. She wasn't into girls before, but she could feel an attraction to her the must have come from the retrovirus; she would have to note this later.
"Adrianna, but everyone calls me Adri. My friends and I haven't seen you here before, you new here?" Adri responded.
"You could say that." Erica smiled flirtatiously at Adri. "I'm back from college for spring break and just got really hungry; so I came here."
"Well no one should eat alone so why don't you come join us?" asked Adri.
Erica smiled. In all her years as her old self, she never had someone ask her to sit with them; she always had to do the asking. But on the first night as her new self, she already had an invitation! "Why not?" replied Erica.
The two girls walked over with Erica's plates to Adri's table. "Everyone, this is Erica; she's home for spring break. Erica, this skater is my boyfriend, Mattie; this slut is Sarah; and this guy with the tank top is Jamal - he's our token black friend."
"Shut up, Adri, or I'll bend you over this table and fuck you until the only words out of your mouth will be 'Oh', 'Yes', and 'Fuck me harder!'" Jamal replied jokingly.
"Oh behave, Jamal. Mattie, are you going to let him talk to me like that?" Adri asked as she and Erica sat down, but before Mattie could respond, Sarah jumped in and asked, "So Erica, where do you go to school?"
