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A mad scientist uses you as experiments. anything can happen

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Chapter #6

Race change

    by: Rich0707 Author IconMail Icon
"I know JUST the thing," the doctor said, rubbing his hands together and then moving toward a table that held a syringe containing a strange glowing liquid.

My mother shifted left and right, trying to loosen her restraints, but her efforts were to no avail. Her slim figure was clothed only in a loose-fitting tank top and cotton shorts, which she'd clearly donned for bedtime. Her usually well-coiffed red hair hung down to her exposed freckled shoulders, and her bare feet kicked helplessly at the table's end. She looked incredibly vulnerable in this state.

"I wasn't joking when I said you're a very pretty woman," the doctor said, picking up the syringe. "Your fair Irish skin and striking red hair are a wonder to behold. And I can't help but wonder how deep beauty truly goes... which is why I feel it may be time to test out my race change serum."

"Wh.... what?" My mother murmured, almost as though she was questioning she heard what she thought she'd heard.

"Without further ado - " the doctor uttered, and then in one swift motion, pricked my mother with the syringe and injected her with the serum.

Changes started subtle, but began almost immediately. Staring at her face, I saw my mother's lips began to plump up, and a few seconds after that, her nostrils began to widen. I watched her eyes bulge as she realized what was happening, and as they bulged, the color of them visibly changed for bright green to dark brown.

From her scalp down, her straight red hair quickly twisted into a curlier black, pulling it upward from her shoulders to rest against her head in a wild tangle.

"What's happening? How are you doing this?!" She shouted, and even with those few words, I heard her previous soprano-toned voice dipping an octave to a smoother alto, the voice box in her throat changing in an instant.

The rest of the changes seemed to come almost in a rapid cascade. My family and I watched in horror as her arms and legs shortened up slightly, taking on a bit more thickness near her torso. Her breasts bulged out dramatically against the tanktop until it was lifted away from her stomach entirely, which pouted upward slightly in curvy defiance. Her hips widened, and her body lifted slightly off the table as her butt cheeks expanded beneath her.

She screamed as a coterie of internal changes took place; none of the parts changed dramatically or in location, but in size and structure, bones getting more dense here, organs contracting or expanding there... we could all hear it ever-so-slightly shifting around.

"I'd say that about does it!" the doctor exclaimed as the final changes occurred, her slender size 8 feet shifting into a pudgier size 5.5, her long toes shrinking to a stubbier shape.

Then, all at once, the fair hue of her skin darkened to a deep chocolate tint.

Where the visage of my 40-year-old, 5-foot-7-inch, 110-lb mother once lied, there was now a 40-year-old, 5-foot-2-inch, 160-lb African-American woman, her chest heaving up and down with panicked breathing, a look of abject horror on her face.

"What do you know..." the doctor said to himself. "Even as a curvy black woman, you've retained all your beauty! Congratulations - life should certainly be different from here on out, but no less pleasant! Particularly when looking in the mirror!"

The doctor tilted a full-length mirror down from the ceiling over the table, and it hovered ten feet over my mother's new body. She gazed upon her new form with intensity, her breath still coming in heavy bursts.

"No way..." she whispered. "No way... How the hell..."

"With science, madam," the doctor said, patting my mother on her cushy thigh.

"You're INSANE!!!" My mother shouted, and then suddenly, her table mechanically wheeled away from the center of the room toward a door that shuttered open. She shouted obscenities in her new voice until the door shut behind her, and apart from the rest of our heavy breathing, and my sister's soft whimpers, all was silent again.

"Now..." the doctor said, "Who's next?"
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