You aren't changing at all. You drop your arms in disbelief and sigh. A sudden loud ripping noise is heard. You look down to see that your shirt has been split down the middle and the back of your pants exploded, revealing your underwear. You blush, but because of your new chocolate color, you blush a dark brown color instead of your usual magenta. "Oh great." You said in your distinctly female voice. "I could be stuck as a bootylicus black girl for the rest of my life." These changes seem to be effecting you in more ways than one as you've never used the word "Bootylicus" before today. You really want to change back to normal, but your afraid that if you try anything else in the room, you'll be changed into something worse. But this room could also hold the answer to returning to normal. You look around and decide to...
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