YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME! I AM SO TIRED OF THIS SHIT! WHITE PRIVILEGE IS NOT A THING, I WORKED HARD TO GET WHERE I AM. YOU ACT LIKE, BECAUSE YOU’RE GAY, YOU HAVE IT SO FUCKING HARD!!!
This was most of your conversations with your dorm mate, you still don’t understand how this happened. Trey was blind as a bat when it came to social issues. Always throwing out micro-agressions and not even realizing it, a basic white asshole. You two seemed to be always arguing, and it was getting old, you had the rest of the year to deal with this fuck. The worst part was, you were so attracted to him, and it pissed you off.
Trey was your typical straight white frat-boyesque tool, and he should have repulsed you, but something made you so hard. Maybe it was his ignorance, looks, or general dumbass nature, you didn’t know but you knew he was on your mind while jerking.
You were jerking one day, and your best friend, Emilio stopped by and decided to walk right inside. He was quite amused that your were rubbing one out, until he pried the picture of Trey out of your hands. Emilio’s ultra liberal personality flipped a switch and he lost it on you.
Cussing, swearing, angry as fuck, Emilio activated something deep down within himself, fully unaware.
“I hope you’re happy with that fucker, you two must have so much in common,” was all Emilio needed to say and his anger dissipated.
He simply turned around, crumpled the picture, through it over his shoulder, and left.
What neither of you knew is that Emilio had lineage to ancient gods, and a power that was hidden deep within. As the day went on, you found yourself daydreaming about Trey, more than usual. You were thinking about how good he looked and how you wish you could look like that.
Shaking your head, you silenced the foreign thoughts and went on about your academic business. Sitting in Advanced Theories of a Macro World, you found yourself bored, where you were normally quite enthralled. It was weird, but the discussion seemed stupid and pointless. YOu couldn’t understand why people kept talking about other races and how they were oppressed. People had to make their own way, it takes hard work.
“Fuck,” you thought, what am I thinking.
The day went on and all of your classes went similiar to the first.
YOu headed home and went into the bathroom, to splash water on your face and take an aspirin for the headache that was ensuing. Yet you became quickly distracted when you saw Trey’s clothing. He must have left his polo, boxer briefs, and shorts in the bathroom. Not even thinking, you put it all on and looked at yourself in the mirror.
You noticed, your hair had lightened, and your face seemed more defined. YOu looked like Trey and it was really weird. You found your self exploring your body, as your hands ran over your skin, it felt different, your muscles felt like they were getting stronger by the second.
“What the fu…,” your voice cracked and fell like a stone. YOu grabbed your throat in surprise. All of this was turning you on, this excitement was making you hard. You grabbed your swollen and long cock and began to jerk again, trying to think about Trey, but for some reason, hot naked women came to mind.
You were both disgusted and turned on and your hands wouldn’t stop moving. It felt so good, but you were imagining that it was a tight pussy.
Suddenly you stopped, horrified at what was happening. In a state of panic, you went to the mirror, only to see a face that looked like it could be Trey’s brother looking back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said, the more you jerked the more you seemed to change. You took the clothing off, but you were still hard and looking this blonde looking frat boy reflection wasn’t helping. You tried hard to think gay thoughts, to reclaim your sexuality, you started to think about how you could help other in need, but it wasn’t going well. Conservative, thoughts, arrogant confidence, and ego-centric beliefs were burning into your head. Whatever was happening was killing your empathy, turning you into a rich, white, tool.
YOu realized your hands were jerking you off again, your head was pounding and you couldn’t stop any of it. You felt like you were drugged, your brain felt slow and words were difficult to grasp. Memories of being a business major, frat boy, and president of the young conservatives on campus, pushed their way to the front.
Your cock felt so good, and you were so close to cumming. Moaning you felt the last of you changing, you couldn’t fight it anymore. As you erupted, your new life locked into place, you became Ryan Stillman, younger brother to Trey Stillman.
Your dad paid to make sure you and Trey got into school and were dorm mates. Trey was the fucking best and he totally got you. You both loved to party and fucck chicks. Neither of you would go very far in life, but that didn’t matter as long as those stupid fucking liberals stayed out of your sexual conquest.
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