Dr. Omar Bell was an angry man.  All of his life, he had lived in the
shadow of the past, never able to truly let the mistakes of yesterday
go.  His people had been plucked from their native land and forced into
centuries of slavery.  Sure, they had rectified their error and freed
the slaves, but that only changed the problem.  His people were still
forced to live as second class citizens.  The thought of it threatened
to make him sick.

Oh, but everything was better now, they all said.  The Civil Rights
movement, Affirmative Action, and other legislation prompted by white
guilt had rendered inequality and racism a thing of old days.  Dr. Bell
knew, however, that the problem had been merely swept under the rug.
The white man needed to pay for those crimes, not with duly passed laws
helping out some few African Americans but with a punishment befitting
the crime.  Oh yes, Dr. Bell was an angry man.

But he was also brilliant.  Having conquered multiple scientific fields,
he knew he was the most advanced scientist in the world, maybe the most
accomplished mind the world had ever seen.  His anger drove him, pushed
him past the normal boundaries of the mind into a new, uncharted
territory.  He would punish them, every last one.

Our story begins with his success.

*

Billy's eyes jerked open as he awoke with a start, sweating and panting.
Disoriented and panicked for only a moment, he quickly calmed himself.

"You okay?" a soft voice asked.

Billy turned, and saw his wife, Mary's beautiful brown eyes staring
sleepily at him.  He smiled, and said, "Yeah. Just a nightmare."  Billy
reached out and stroked her smooth cheek.

Spontaneously, he leaned in and kissed her.  Mary needed no further
prompting, and quickly ducked her head under the covers.  Billy felt his
wife's moist mouth envelop his hardening cock.  Up and down, Mary's head
bobbed.  Billy tiled his head back, closing his eyes, enjoying his
wife's ministrations.

It wasn't long before Billy came, and Mary swallowed every last bit.
Billy knew that his wife was abnormal in that regard.  She didn't mind
swallowing.

Billy smiled to himself as he leaned back, interlacing his fingers
behind his head.  Life was good.

*

"Wake up, honey, or you're going to be late for work," Mary said, waking
Billy from his short doze.  He must have fallen back to sleep after
Mary's amazing blowjob.

Billy glanced over at the clock.  It read 7:25 AM.  He groaned inwardly
before swinging his legs off of the bed, and standing.  He took a quick
shower, and commenced getting ready for work.

He dressed his six foot, one-hundred and eighty pound frame in a  blue
suit with a red tie.  After dressing, he walked into the kitchen where
he poured a cup of coffee, and turned the television on to watch the
news.

It didn't take long before he  knew that something was going on.  He
increased the volume on the television.

"No one knows what has happened to Dr. Bell,"a pretty newswoman was
saying, "but it is clear that he released some sort of chemical into the
atmosphere."

Billy changed the channel, but the next was clearly reporting on the
same incident.  A male news anchor said, "We have published the
aforementioned letter online at our website if you would like to read
what Dr. Bell had to say.  Clearly, the acclaimed scientist had gone
mad."

Curious, Billy quickly crossed the room to his laptop, and fired it up.
He found the website and began to read:

Dear World:

For too long, we African Americans have stood by, and let the rest of
the world discriminate against us.  We have taken it until we can take
it no longer.  So, I have decided to do something to take the rest of
you down a rung.  I'm sure you won't believe me at first, but over time,
you will see that this is no hoax.

I have decided to make a little change in the hierarchy of our species.
Earlier this week, I released a biological agent into the atmosphere,
and tests have shown that that agent had spread throughout the world's
air supply.

Do not panic.  I am not trying to kill anyone, though I'm sure some
would wish it.  No, the agent is designed to do one thing: reassert the
dominance of the black race.  This chemical will only affect white
males.

Ah, but what will it do to those oppressors?  Well, it will do a number
of things.  The changes (which are permanent and irreversible) will take
about two years, and are purely physiological.  First, white males will
shrink slightly to be more in line with height and weight range of white
females.  Second, their already small penises and testicles will shrink
to better match their smaller bodies.  Third, their anuses will gain
elasticity and sensitivity.  Fourth, their voices will become slightly
higher pitched (though not quite as high as females).  Fifth, their hips
will widen, and their shape will generally become more feminine.  Sixth,
their nipples will enlarge slightly, and become more sensitive.  And
finally, their musculature will become less pronounced, and their skin
and basic face shape will soften.

Basically, the white male will become something in between the current
idea of male and a female (with a heavy leaning towards femininity). As
I said, these changes are permanent and irreversible.  All (current and
future) white males will show these traits.

As I said, most people will not lend credence to these claims until
after the changes start (which should be quite soon), but after a year
or two, the world will have changed, and I think for the better.

Sincerely,

Dr. Omar Bell, PHD

Billy re-read the letter three times.  It was like something out of a
bad science fiction movie.  Nobody could really do that, could they?
"Have you heard what this crazy scientist is claiming?" Mary asked,
breaking Billy from his reverie.

He looked up, and replied, "Yeah.  I was just reading his manifesto
online.  Seems kind of strange that they would even report this crap."

"I know, but apparently he won the Nobel Prize a few years ago.  They
said earlier that he's some sort of super genius," Mary explained.  "But
still, I guess he went off the deep end."

"Pressure must have gotten to him," Billy shrugged.  "Anyway, I've got
to go to work."

He crossed the living room, and gave Mary a kiss on the cheek.  "I'll be
back around six."  And with that, he left for work.

Everything seemed relatively normal at work, except that everyone was
talking about Dr. Bell, and his wild claims.  But it didn't take long
for everyone to forget it, and things went back to normal.

Days passed without incident, and soon, most people forgot about the
whole hoax.  Crazy old Dr. Bell seemed to have had his moment of fame,
but nobody could find him.

*

Two weeks after Dr. Bell's manifesto surfaced, Billy was at work.  He
was giving a presentation on that particular quarter's sales when the
strangest thing happened - his voice cracked.  He cleared his throat,
and continued, "And this quarter, our sales..."  Was his voice a little
higher?  He couldn't tell.

It continued like that for a few days until Mary said something.   They
were eating dinner, and Billy had been telling Mary about his day when
she interrupted.

"Do you have a cold or something?" she asked.

"No, I feel fine," Billy answered.  "Why?"

"It's just that your voice is really high - it's almost --"  she
stopped.  "No, I guess I'm just imagining things.  What were you
saying?"

Billy had no intention of pushing the subject.  He suspected that his
voice was higher as well, but he didn't want to face it.  He had no
choice a few days later when he answered the phone, and was asked if his
husband was around.

He decided to get it checked out, but the doctor said that nothing was
wrong.  Billy shrugged it off and went about his life, assuming that it
would right itself.

A month later, it had not, but by then, Billy had gotten used to it.  In
fact, most of his friend's voices seemed higher as well. So nothing
really seemed out of the ordinary.  He suspected that the higher voice
was the work of Dr. Bell, but he had a hard time thinking that it would
go any further.

He was wrong.

*

A couple of months later, Billy got out of the shower, and wiped his
hand across the foggy mirror.  Strange, he thought as he looked at his
reflection.  His faced looked smoother and slightly rounder.  He rubbed
his hand across his cheek.  Now that he thought about it, he hadn't had
to shave in quite a while.  A couple of weeks at least.  No loss there.
He hated having to shave anyway.

After brushing his teeth, he left the bathroom, and went into his
bedroom to get dressed.  He pulled on his pants, and paused.  Was his
butt getting bigger?  He turned, and looked at his rear end in the
mirror.  He moved a bit, and it jiggled slightly.  He decided then that
he needed to start hitting the gym more.

Billy finished getting dressed - he noticed that his pants were slightly
too long, and a little loose in the waist as well.  He supposed he
needed to go shopping for some new work clothes.

He didn't think about it again until a couple of weeks later, when he
was walking across the bedroom with a towel around his waist.  Mary was
sitting on the bed, reading  a book when she glanced up.

"Honey - have you looked in the mirror lately?"  Mary asked.

Without stopping, Billy answered, "Still handsome as ever," he said in
his high-pitched voice.

"I'm serious," she said.

Billy looked up, and saw that concern in Mary's eyes.  "What is it?"

"Nothing.  It's just that, well...look at your shape," Mary said.

Billy dropped the towel to the floor, and looked at himself in the
mirror.  It had been a while since he had really paid attention to it,
but when he did, his jaw dropped.  His waist was thin, and his hips
flared out slightly.  He turned to look at himself in profile, and
noticed that his belly, though trim, had a slight curve to it, and his
posture had changed.  Further, his but stuck out more than he
remembered.  His upper body had changed just as much.  His shoulders had
narrowed, and there was barely any muscle to be seen.

"I'm --"  Billy didn't have the words to describe what he was feeling.

"It's happening, isn't it?"  Mary asked.  "What that crazy doctor said
was going to happen, I mean.  He did it."

Billy couldn't say anything.  He just collapsed on the ground, and
sobbed girlishly.  His wife came over and put her arm around him, and
said, "There, there.  I'm sure it's all temporary.  I'm sure they're
working on a cure."

They sat there on the floor, Mary cradling Billy in her arms for hours
while she whispered reassuring things in his ear.

*

The next day, Billy called in sick to work.  He couldn't bring himself
to face his coworkers.  Mary did the same.

Around midday, Billy was watching one of the twenty-four hour news
stations when the first signs of panic emerged.  All of the newscasters
were female, but that wasn't necessarily strange.  Many of the male
anchors had taken leaves of absence when their voices had changed.  No,
what they were reporting was what interested Billy.

"All across the world," a pretty newswoman said, "White men have been
changing.  Most are in denial, but some have accepted it.  Others have
responded with violence."

A few scenes of feminine-faced rioters flashed across the screen.

"However," she continued, "These outbursts of violence have been easily
quelled by our hard-working police."

The newscast cut to a scene of all black policemen subduing a much
larger number of white male rioters.

"The government has urged all affected men to remain calm and that help
is coming.  Doctors are working around the clock to reverse what Dr.
Omar Bell has wrought," she finished.  "In other news..."

Billy quit paying attention.  He knew that he couldn't just sink into a
depression.  That served no one.  Getting angry accomplished nothing.
No, he resolved to just continue leading his life.

"Mary,'" he said.  When she looked up from her magazine, Billy
continued, "I think I'm going to be okay.  I mean, whatever happens,
happens. I can't do anything about it."

"Are you sure?"  Mary asked.  Billy nodded.

After a moment, Mary grinned, "Is there anything we can do to take your
mind off of it?"

Billy returned the smile,."I can think of a couple of things," he
responded as he crossed the living room, and leaned in to kiss her.

Billy pulled off his shirt, and Mary went straight for his nipples, her
tongue flicking across them.  Billy moaned.  Soon, Mary began to work on
them in earnest, and Billy shivered in ecstasy.  She worked her way down
his smooth torso down his rounded belly to his cock.  She took the his
cock and his balls into her moth all at once, and began to suck.

When Mary came up for air, Billy lay back on the couch and spread his
legs so that Mary could get a better angle.  She went down on him again,
her tongue flicking across his small penis, sending shivers up and down
his spine.

If he hadn't been so turned on, he might have noticed that what was once
a seven inch penis was now about two and a half completely hard, and
that his golf-ball sized balls were now slightly bigger than grapes.
But in that moment, with Mary between his legs, he just didn't care.

She let him out of her mouth, and breathed, "I want you inside me."

They switched places, and Mary spread her legs wide.  But Billy just
couldn't get his cock inside her.  Getting creative, he spread his legs
too, and they came together like two women rubbing pussies.  He entered
her, and she moaned.  Billy thrust in and out, and soon, they both came.

Collapsing in each others arms, they both were aglow.

*

A couple more months passed without any noticeable changes.  The news
claimed that doctors were working around the clock, but were having
little luck.

Billy became used to the new style of lovemaking.  Sometimes, he and
Mary would simply use their moths on  each other.  He became quite adept
at licking pussy.  And, though he missed taking his wife from behind, or
even her riding him, Billy really enjoyed tribbing with his wife (he
could think of no other way to describe it, though he knew that only
lesbians did that).  All in all, things were okay.

Until he started to shrink.  Like everything else, the change had been
gradual.  One morning, he woke up, and noticed that his pants were a
couple of inches too long.  He knew that it was coming, but he had kind
of put it out of his mind until now.

He decided to measure his height.  Five foot and nine inches - he had
lost three inches in height.  Nothing else for it but to keep going, he
thought.

He rolled up the cuffs on his pants, and went to work.  He didn't notice
it, but since the changes had begun, the few black men in his office had
begun acting more dominant.  It wasn't anything overt,.  It's just
natural with the changes the other men had been experiencing.

In particular, one of the junior managers in Billy's building had struck
him as quite imposing.  Billy didn't even know the man's name, but he
knew his face.  Billy knew his body.  Hell, he even knew the man's
scent.

That scent greeted Billy as he stepped into the elevator one particular
evening.  The man looked down Billy from his six foot two height, and
smiled.  It wasn't the kind of smile one gave to a colleague or a
friend.  It wasn't even the kind you'd give to a woman.  It said, quite
clearly to Billy, at least, that this man was his superior.  Billy
smiled back shyly, and then looked down demurely.

When the man exited the elevator, Billy let out his breath.  His heart
had been pounding, and he could clearly feel that his nipples were
erect.

On his way home from work, Billy couldn't get the incident out of his
mind.  What was going on?

*

That night, Mary had  a surprise for Billy.

"I've been thinking about something," she said over dinner.  "You know
how, lately, we've been kind of, um, feminine, in bed?"

Billy nodded.

"Well, I had been researching the changes you were going through, and I,
came across something," Mary continued.  "I think I'll just go get it,
and then you can tell me what you think..."

She got up from the table, and went down the hall.  A few minutes later,
she returned completely naked.

Billy took it all in.  Mary had pert, B-cup breasts and a very womanly
body (though, if Billy was honest, his shape was a little sexier than
hers).  But his eyes came to rest on what she had between her legs - a
strap-on dildo.  It didn't take him long to work out what she wanted.

"I don't know..." Billy said.

Mary came over to him, "Just touch it.  Once, for me."

Billy reached out and felt its rubber tip. "Grab it with your whole
hand, silly." Mary took Billy's hand - it was a weird time to notice,
but her hand was bigger than his now. -  and wrapped it around her
dildo.

"Now lick it," she commanded.  Billy responded without question.  It
tasted, well, rubbery.  "Now put it in your mouth," Mary said.

When Billy hesitated, Mary said, "Oh come on, I've done it for you
hundreds of times."

Unable to argue with that logic, and a little curious to be sure, Billy
found himself bobbing up and down on his wife's rubber cock.  While
sucking on the phallus, he couldn't help but wonder if sucking a real
cock would be more enjoyable than sucking on a rubber one.  The taste
certainly had to be better.

"Ok, now undress.  I'm going to take you right here on the table," Mary
said, her voice husky.

Still on his knees, Billy unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his rock-hard
nipples.  They suck out a good quarter of an inch.  Mary reached down
and flicked one.  "Someone's excited," she said.

Billy smiled a little shyly, as he took his shirt all the way off.

Then came his trousers.  When he unbuckled his belt, they practically
fell off.  Then his briefs slid down his smooth, shapely legs.

Mary had produced a bottle of K-Y jelly, and was rubbing her cock with
it.  Billy was nervous.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll be gentle," Mary soothed as she turned him
around.  She picked up one of his legs, and put the knee on the table.
He had to stand on his tip-toes to get into position.  Billy was spread
wide as he bent over the table, and Mary playfully slapped his round
ass.  Billy felt it jiggle a bit.

He jerked as he felt the coolness of the dildo touch his anus.  Mary put
her hand on his back reassuringly, and said, "It's okay.  I'm not going
to hurt you, baby."

She pushed it, and the tip nestled up against the of his anus.  "Relax,"
Mary said, and Billy did.  He felt the tip push in.  He moaned a little
in pain.  Mary pushed harder.  It went further in.  Mary went slow, but
after a few moments, Billy could feel her pelvis against his ass.
Strangely, he felt a sense of accomplishment.  He had taken it all.
And then Mary started to pull out.  And then push back in.  In and out,
Mary rhythmically went.  Billy let out his first high-pitched moan of
pleasure on the third thrust.  By the fifth, he was pushing back against
Mary as she entered him.  He relished every second of it.  And Billy was
a screamer.

"Harder!  Harder!" Billy yelled  as Mary panted behind him.  After about
ten minutes of hard fucking, Billy came.  His whole body convulsed, his
small cock tensed, and he shot cum under the table.  Mary continued
fucking him.  She grabbed his wide hips, and kept on thrusting.  Billy
came twice more before Mary was finished.

Mary lay on top of him.  Billy was still bent over the table.  The dildo
was still inside him.  They both were breathless.  Every  now and again,
Billy would wiggle his ass just to get a little sensation from the
dildo.

"How was it?" Mary asked with a laugh.  Billy couldn't help but laugh
with her as he said, "It was okay."

*

From that night forward, Billy had changed.  He and Mary rarely
scissored anymore.  She would rarely touch his cock at all.  No, sex was
Mary fucking him with the strap-on.  They both knew it.  She was the
dominant one.  She was the man.

A man can't be fucked by his wife nightly and not change his demeanor.
Billy became more submissive.  He was more apt to let others make
decisions, and he deferred to others' judgment (especially the
unaffected black men) at work.  He became acutely aware of them when
they were in the room, and more than once he found himself wondering
what it would be like to be fucked by a man.

It began to dominate his idle thoughts.  That, coupled with his
increasingly submissive nature, resulted in yet another life change.

He was sitting at his desk, idly staring at a spreadsheet on his
computer when his phone rang.  He picked it up.

"Can I see you in my office?"  the man on the phone asked.  He need not
announce himself.  Billy knew who he was.  It was his boss - a very
imposing black man (well, all men were imposing to Billy now) named
Clarence Smith.

Billy answered, "Yes sir."

And so, Billy found himself walking to Clarence's office when he noticed
something.  His hips had started to sway a bit when he walked.  He
smiled, thinking that it must be all the attention he had been receiving
from his wife's dildo.

After a few steps, Billy knocked on Clarence's door.  "Come in," was the
answer.

Billy opened the door, and walked in.

"Have a seat, Billy."

Clarence was even more imposing than Billy remembered.  The man was well
over six feet tall, and looked like a former athlete.

Billy sat down, keeping his knees together.  He placed his hands in his
lap with his shoulders back.

"I think you probably know why you're here," Mr. Smith began.  Billy
started to answer that he did not, but Clarence talked over him.  "Your
job performance is down, and I've been noticing that you're not really
focusing on your job lately.  Now, I know you've been going through a
lot.  All of you have, but this is a business."

"But Mr. Smith," Billy began, but was interrupted.

"The company is letting you go, Billy.  In fact, we're restructuring the
whole company.  Letting go of some people who aren't quite cutting it."
Mr. Smith explained.

"I--" Billy said, but stopped himself.  "Yes, sir."

"No argument?  Good.  Now, it's not all bad news, you know," Clarence
smiled.  It was that same smile.  Like he was throwing Billy a bone.
"You will be getting a severance package, and if you find yourself in
need of a job down the road, and we have a position available, obviously
not this job - something more your speed - don't hesitate to call me."

"Yes, sir." Billy answered.

"You may go," Clarence said dismissively.

Billy opened the door, and started to walk out, but turned, "Mr. Smith?"

"Yes, Billy?"  he asked.

"Thank you for the opportunity," Billy said.  Mr. Smith just smiled, and
Billy closed the door.  Billy couldn't help but let a smile creep onto
his face as he realized that Mr. Smith had been staring at his ass.

*

As it turned out, nearly every white man in the company had been either
demoted or fired.  Some put up a fight, but their job performance
usually had dropped, and the company did have grounds to fire them.
Most were replaced by young black men.

As for Billy, life wasn't bad.  Mary ran a reasonably successful
consulting firm from their house, so with Billy's severance, they
weren't hurting for money.

In the meantime, though, more changes were occurring in Billy's life.
The physical changes were done.  Everything Dr. Bell had said would
happen, had.  Billy was now only five feet four inches tall and one-
hundred and ten pounds (and he wanted to lose a little weight!),.  His
face was rounded, with a pert little button nose, and his eyes had
seemed to get bigger.  More, he didn't have any hair below his head, not
even around his shrunken, but still functional genitals.

His hips were wide, and his rear was round.  In short, he looked like a
woman with a small penis and no breasts. He even looked a bit younger
than his thirty-five years.  He appeared to be in his early twenties.

And Billy wasn't the only one - reports were that every single white
male in the U.S. And Europe had undergone these changes.  About half of
all Asians had.  No black men had changed at all.

As Dr. Bell had predicted, the world was changing.

*

A few weeks after Billy had been fired, Mary came home clutching a bag.

Billy had been lounging on the couch, watching television when Mary came
into the living room.

"Hey baby," Mary said as she bent down and kissed his cheek.  "I got
something for us."

Billy looked up, "Oh yeah?"  He smiled.

"Well, I've been feeling a little frustrated lately," Mary said.  "I
used to love feeling you inside me --"

"I think we --"

Mary interrupted, "No, let me finish.  I mean, I love a good solid
fucking.  I know  you of all people understand that." Mary smiled.

Billy struggled to hide his panic.  She was going to leave  him. He knew
it.

Mary noticed, and quickly said, "Oh no, baby.  Don't worry.  I found a
way we can do it and both get what we need."  And without further ado,
she pulled a box from the bag, and ripped it open.  Inside was a double-
sided dildo.

Billy smiled.  He could feel his ass getting wet already.  Dr. Bell
hadn't predicted that, had he?  His ass produced its own lubricant now,
and when he got horny, it went into overdrive.

He practically ripped his clothes off, he was so excited.

Soon, they found themselves in the bedroom.  Both were naked, and Billy
had his legs wrapped around Mary as they kissed passionately.  Mary
pulled away, and said, "You are so beautiful."

Billy almost cried.  He probably would have if he weren't so horny.

They shifted, and Billy went down on his wife, eagerly licking her
pussy.  After a couple of minutes of furious lapping, she pulled Billy's
head up, and said, "Okay, get on all fours."

Billy knew that position well, and quickly obliged his wife.  He was
rewarded a second later with the feeling of the dildo pushing into his
ass.  Mary had him reach back, and hold the dildo in while she
positioned herself.

He felt a slight push as Mary took the dildo into her pussy.  He heard
her gasp with pleasure. He knew that it was the first time she had been
penetrated in almost a month.

Billy pushed back as Mary did the same until they felt their asses
touch.  And then they started fucking ass to ass.  Billy lost count of
how many times he and Mary came.

They adjusted to a different position.  Mary lay on her back and spread
her legs with the dildo inside while Billy sat on it in a reverse
cowgirl.  Time slipped away as they lost themselves in passion.

*

A couple of days after Mary brought home the double-ended dildo, Billy
was sitting at his desk surfing the internet when Mary came in.

"We need to talk," Mary said.

Billy turned around, "About what?"

"I think you should give a thought to how you're dressed," Mary said.

"What's wrong with it?" Billy asked, knowing the answer.  He had seen
the new fashions that had cropped up.

"Well, for one, none of the clothes you're wearing really fit, and you
know it," Mary replied.

Billy sighed, "But it's not like I'm going anywhere or anything. I don't
see --"

"Get up and let's see if we can find you something to wear," Mary
commanded.  Her tone left little doubt that she expected to be obeyed.
Billy didn't want to try his luck.  She was, after all bigger and
stronger than him now.

So, he found himself naked in front of Mary's closet.

"Your clothes aren't going to fit me either, you know," Billy pouted.

Mary didn't answer.  Instead, she just flicked through the hangars until
she found a pair of blue jeans.  She threw them on the bed.  Then she
found a tee-shirt, and threw it on the bed as well.

Finally, she pulled a pair of cotton panties from her drawer, and threw
those on the bed as well.  Mary turned, and put her hands on her hips,
and said, "Well, put them on."

Billy meekly went over to the bed, and picked up the panties.  They were
low-cut white bikinis, but had a pink heart right at the crotch with the
word "love" in cursive script.

He put one smooth leg through, and then the other.  He pulled them up
his thighs, and finally into place.  The felt a little thigh on his
rear, but otherwise fit okay.  His small penis made a small budge right
where the heart was.  Billy blushed, but Mary said, "Those look so cute
on you!"

Billy smiled.

He grabbed the baby-blue Tee-Shirt.  It had short, capped sleeves, and
had what looked like a lipstick kiss on it. He hurriedly slipped it on.
It barely came down to his belly-button.

Finally, he picked up the jeans.  They were boot-cut, with frayed edges,
and were quite tight in the hips, thighs, and butt.  His panties bunched
up as he pulled them up.

"Guess we're going to have to get you a thong," Mary chuckled.

The were a little loose in the waist, and, he soon realized, were low-
rise.  The result was about a three inch gap between the bottom of his
shirt and the top of his jeans.

Mary handed him a thin belt. "There you go," she said after he put it
on.  "Very cute."

Billy looked in the mirror, and he had to agree.  Mary handed him a pair
of white and pink tennis shoes, and said, "Those shoes will be a little
big, but I think they'll work until we get you something better."

Billy put them on.  They were a tad large - his wife's feet were bigger
than his now - but they weren't that uncomfortable.

"Now, we need to do something about that hair, and then we can go," Mary
said.  Billy hadn't left the house in almost a month, and before that,
he hadn't had time to get his hair cut, so it was a little shaggy.  It
came down a little past his ears.

Billy replied, "I'll just run a comb through it.  Where did you want to
go?"

"You sure?  I can help you fix it..."

"No, it's fine.  Where are we going?"  Billy asked again.

Mary shrugged, "Just to the mall.  Maybe a movie or something."

"Okay, I'll be ready in about five."

*

Billy knew he was very pretty.  The stairs he got from all of the real
(black) men confirmed that.  Even without really getting made-up, he was
prettier than most girls.

He and Mary walked through the mall, and he was inundated by pictures of
scantily clad white boys (or bois as the signs called them) all made up
and in very feminine clothes.  Even Victoria's secret was catering to
the new demographic, selling boi's lingerie and even some little bras
which Billy guessed were to keep bois' nipples from poking through thin
shirts.

Mary bought him a bunch of panties (thongs, french cut, boi shorts,
etc.), stockings, garter belts, and even a couple of boi bras.   Then,
they went to a couple of regular clothes stores and Mary had him try on
all manner of shorts (usually very short),  some blue jeans, a wide
range of tops ranging from little tank tops with spaghetti straps to
button-up shirts.  Most were quite tight fitting, and Billy's nipples
were visible through most.

The biggest shock to Billy, though, was the number of bois he saw in
skirts.  Short or long, at least half of the bois were wearing them.
Billy even saw some teenage bois wearing cheerleader outfits.  He had
purposefully kept himself from seeing the effect of the changes on
television or on his computer, but he couldn't avoid it now.  The white
man, it seemed, was a thing of the past, and had been replaced by the
white boi.

About halfway through the shopping spree (Mary still had a bunch of
stuff she wanted Billy to try on), nature called, and Billy had to go to
the bathroom.  He was hit with quite a surprise when he saw that there
were three bathrooms now.  One was for Women.  One was for Men.  And the
other was for bois.  Billy knew in which one he belonged.

He stepped into the boi's bathroom, and saw a couple of bois fixing
makeup.  There were no urinals, so Billy stepped into a stall.  He
hadn't been comfortable standing to pee in a while anyway, so he pulled
down his jeans and panties and sat down.

"Leroy asked me out, you know," Billy heard one of the bois say.  He had
a really high pitched voice - higher than most women.

"And/" the other boi asked?

"Well, he is pretty hot, and I bet he fucks like a lion," the boi said.
Billy heard the other boi giggle.

"See? I told you that if you dressed like that you'd get some cock," the
boi answered.  "They don't care if you're a boi or a girl.  We're
basically all the same now, unless he's a tit man."

"I don't know.  I mean, I used to be all about girls, ya know.  Now, I'm
- well, it just feels soooo good when they take you in their strong
arms, spread your legs...oooo," the boi trailed off.

"You don't have to tell me,"  the other boi answered.  "It's the same
for all of us. But just keep on sending the signals, boi, and Leroy will
come around.  They always..." And the voices faded away as the two man
crazy bois left the restroom.

Billy finished, wiped (a good boi always wipes!), and pulled his panties
and jeans back up.  He was still a little stunned when he found Mary
looking at some cute dresses.

Billy was still distracted as they finished their shopping.  Part of it
was the conversation between the two bois.  The other part was that he
found himself noticing the men in the mall.  He noticed that quite a few
bois were holding hands with black men, obviously couples.  But he
didn't see any other bois and women who looked like couples.

"So, do you want to see a movie?"  Mary asked, bringing him back to the
moment.

Billy answered, "Sure."

"Which one?" She asked.

"Whatever.  You pick," Billy smiled.

Mary led Billy to the ticket booth, while Billy waited near the ticket-
taker.  After buying the tickets, Mary joined him.  "Do you want
anything from the concession stand?  Popcorn?"

Billy shook his head, "Not really."

Mary said, "Okay," and they continued into the theater.

Billy found the film quite illuminating.  Apparently it was a new one,
as it was a romantic comedy with a black man and a young twenty-
something boi as the leads.  There was even a love scene.  Billy quite
enjoyed it for what it was, but looking deeper, he realized just how
much the world had changed.

White bois and girls were on nearly equal footing now.  They were
competitors for the same thing - black men.

It certainly gave Billy quite a bit to think about.

*

It wasn't long before Mary had convinced Billy to try on some makeup.
They didn't go heavy; he knew that it wasn't his style.  Nor did he need
it.  They used just enough to enhance what Billy already had.  The
result was quite astonishing.

"Wow," Mary said.  "You look...beautiful."

Billy blushed, "Oh you're just saying that."  But he knew it was true.
He was wearing only a pair of thong panties and a midriff-baring tank-
top, and he was sexier than his wife.  That was quite a realization.

Billy turned to Mary, and he saw the lust in her eyes.  Billy smiled.

"Want to try something wild?" Mary asked.

Billy replied, "You know me. I'm always up for a little excitement."

Mary's smile widened, "Okay, I'll be right back, baby."

Billy stood in barely contained excitement.  He thought his nipples
might poke through his shirt, and his little cock was rock hard (though
its two inches barely made a tent in his panties).  Mary came down
carrying a strap-on, and Billy was out of his panties and on all fours
in about two seconds.  His ass was already wet.

Mary said, "No baby, we're doing something else."

Billy couldn't help but feel disappointed as he stood up.  Mary knelt
down beside him and started to put the strap-on on Billy  He was a
little confused, but he let her continue.

As Mary pulled the strap-on into place, Billy saw that there was even a
place for his cock to fit.  He felt ridiculous as Mary began to suck on
it.  Trying to appear enthusiastic, he put his hand on her head, and
began to move his hips.

"Okay," Mary said as she popped the rubber cock out of her mouth and got
down on all fours.  "Take me, stud."

Billy guided the rubber cock into Mary's pussy, and started to work his
hips.  In and out.  In and out.  Mary seemed to be enjoying it, but
Billy could have fallen asleep.  There was a slight sensation on his
cock, but he couldn't help but feel jealous of Mary at that moment.

Finally, Mary came, and it couldn't have happened soon enough for Billy.

"How was it, baby?" Mary asked.

Billy faked it, "You were great, honey."

Mary must have seen through the lie because then, she asked, "Do you
want me to do you?"

Billy brightened up, and nodded.  "Okay, give me the dick."

And after about an hour of getting roughly fucked by his wife (and five
orgasms), Billy was exhausted.

*

It had been about a year and a half since Dr. Bell had released his
manifesto, and Billy's life had changed drastically.

He was now wearing panties and boi clothes exclusively, and he found
that he loved the attention he got when he and Mary went out.  He even
had been practicing in high heels (he started doing his aerobics in them
to get used to them).He particularly liked wearing skirts as they made
him feel like anyone could take his ass at any time.  All they needed to
do was just bend him over and plunge in.

he had gotten quite adept at putting on his own makeup, and he had begun
styling his hair.  However, he had (like many other bois) decided to
keep it relatively short so that men would know that he was a boi and
not a girl.  Nobody wants a surprise.

Mary and he were walking through the mall one day when he stopped in
front of a jewelry store and started looking at jewelry.

Absently, Billy said, "I think I want to get my ears pierced.  And my
belly-button.  What do you think?"

"I think it'd be sexy baby," Mary replied.

And so, they found themselves at a tattoo and piercing parlor When they
left, Billy was the proud new owner of two ear piercings in each ear, a
navel piercing, and a small tattoo on the small of his back that said
"Sexy Boi".

Billy had never felt cuter.  They even swung by Victoria's Secret and
bought matching black and white bustier, thong, garters, and stockings
sets.

Billy was on cloud nine.

*

"Let's go out," Mary said.  They had been home from their shopping trip
for about an hour, and it was still early.

Billy asked, "To where?"

"Dancing," Mary replied.  "We can dress really sexy and make - we can
have a great time."

Billy didn't hesitate. "Sounds fun."

Mary wore a very short red dress while Billy put on a loose, but short
pink dress which dipped low in the front, and exposed his new tattoo.
The click of their heels followed them out the door.

The doorman (a beefy black man) didn't hesitate to let them through
without standing in line.

"That never would've happened before," Billy giggled.  Mary laughed with
him.

The night started off as planned.  The two danced together exclusively.
Billy was a natural.  He moved like he'd been doing it all of his life.
Soon, though, they inevitably drew the attention of some admirers.
Neither Billy nor Mary missed a beat, and they broke off to dance with
the black men.

Billy moved his hips like a professional, and grinded his ass against
his partner's crotch.  He was rewarded with an ever-hardening member
rubbing against him.  Billy lifted the hem of his dress a little to
expose the bottom of his ass cheeks, and rubbed a little more.  He lost
himself in the beat of the music.  The man's hands were all over Billy
now, and he loved it.  He was getting wet.

Finally, the song ended, and Billy heard the man whisper in his ear,
"Let's get out of here."

Breathlessly, Billy said, "Okay.  But we have to find my...roommate.  We
can go to our place."

Billy found Mary dancing with another man (this one wasn't nearly as
handsome as Billy's!), and he dragged her away.

"What?" Mary asked, annoyed.

Billy sheepishly replied, "We need to leave."

"We just got here."

"I want to go home with someone..." Billy said.

"That guy you were dry-humping out there?"  Mary asked.  "Okay, but I
get some too."  She smiled as Billy felt a little disappointed.  "I need
a good fucking."

Finally, Billy said, "Me too."

*

The guy's name was John, and it turned out that he was some sort of
athlete.  Billy didn't really pay attention to any of that.  He was too
focused on what was coming.

Mary went into the bedroom as soon as they arrived home, leaving John
and Billy in the living room.

John sat down as stood in the center of the room.  Without saying
anything, he unclasped his dress and let it fall to the ground.  His
nipples were harder than they had ever been before.  Mary came in the
room in just her bra and panties.

John stood up, and Mary and Billy eagerly dropped to their knees in
front of him.  Billy reached out and unzipped his fly with one hand
while his other pulled out John's cock.  It was a monster for sure.
Even only semi-hard, it was bigger than Billy's had ever been.  Billy
wrapped his dainty hand around it, and Mary licked it.

Not to be outdone, Billy went straight for John's balls as his trousers
fell to the floor.  He licked them, tasting the man's perspiration.
Eagerly, he licked from the balls all the way up the underside of John's
cock, and then took the head in.

Oh, that was so much better than Mary's rubber dick! He thought.

Billy took it as far as he could without gagging, and as he was pulling
away, he sucked with all his might.  He did that a few more times before
he had to take it out to breathe.  Then, Mary took over.  It was clear
that she was an old pro.  She sucked John's black cock for a few more
minutes before Billy got another turn.

Both Mary and Billy looked up at John as they did their best to please
him, alternating between sucking, playing with his balls, and licking.
They did it for a few more minutes until John pulled them away.  Billy
knew what that meant.

Both he and Mary got on all fours, waiting to be fucked by John's
glorious dick.  But who would get to go first?

Billy was not disappointed as he felt John's dick enter his asshole
without preamble.  John didn't go slow.  He didn't ease it in.  He just
plunged that monster right into Billy's anus.  Billy let out a girlish
moan.

And then John started to fuck.  The man was like a jackhammer - a
jackhammer who pulled Billy's hair as he fucked him.  Billy screamed in
ecstasy as John fucked him like the white boi he was.  It felt so much
more real than Mary's strap-on.  It was so much more visceral.

And then Billy felt Mary's mouth envelop his small cock.  He knew that
down there, Mary was getting slapped in the face by John's balls, but
she didn't seem to care.  And Billy didn't even give it a thought.  He
squeezed his rectal muscles as John thrust in and out, trying to keep
the man happy.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of furious fucking (and two orgasms
by Billy), John pulled out.  A second later, Billy felt something warm
hit the small of his back.

"Bullseye," Billy heard John say.

And then it was Mary's turn.  John took his time with her, plunging that
marvelous cock deep into Mary's pussy nice and slow.  Billy made himself
useful, and started licking Mary as she getting fucked.  He felt John's
balls hit his face as he licked, but it was worth it.  He felt so
deliciously dirty that it was all worth it.

After a while of fucking Mary, John pulled out, and said, "Come here,
bitch," to Billy. He obeyed, and found himself on his knees in front of
John's cock.

"Finish me," he said, and Billy did.  He sucked, he licked, and he was
rewarded with a load of John's hot, sticky cum.  He swallowed like a
good boi.

*

They fucked some more that night, but to Billy, it was all a blur.  In
the morning, John was gone.

Neither Billy nor Mary bothered dressing when they got up, preferring to
walk around naked.  Billy was proud to note that he had a better body
than his wife.

"So..." Mary said after a few awkward moments of standing in the
kitchen.  "Fun night."

Billy blushed, and smiled sheepishly, "Yeah."  Neither said anything
else about it.

*

A few months (and many such trysts) later, Congress passed a law which
basically equalized white bois and women.  They would, for instance, be
in the same physical education classes in school, be able to marry men,
and were subject to the same indecent exposure laws (no nipples). And
life started to settle down for many white bois.  Their libidos abated a
bit, and things started to wind down.  However, white boi and woman
marriages were declared nullified to deal with the huge numbers of
divorces clogging the courts.

As for Billie (he legally changed his name to the Billie), he was quite
enjoying his new life.  He was basically Mary's lesbian lover, though
they both quite enjoyed a big black cock three or four times a week.
They rarely shared one, usually bringing two men back at the same time,
and getting fucked side by side.

They became closer than they had ever been before, sharing nearly
everything from clothes advice to different sexual positions to try.

Billie's severance had run out, though, and money was running short.

"Didn't you say that Mr. Smith had told you that if you ever needed a
job, to just come ask?" Mary asked one day.  "I mean, if you don't want
to work there, fine, but you need a job."

"I could always strip," Billie replied.

"You and a bunch of horny guys?  You wouldn't be able to handle
yourself," Mary laughed.

"I can control myself when I want to!" Billie said indignantly, but with
a slight smile.
"I'm sure you can, honey," Mary said.

"Oh, I guess I could go talk to Mr. Smith," Billie relented.

*

And so, Billie found himself sitting across from Mr. Clarence Smith once
again, but this time he was dressed in a smart little mini skirt, sport-
coat, and a low cut blouse.  He looked gorgeous, and he knew it.

"Oh I don't know if we have an opening, Billie,"  Mr. Smith said.  "Lots
of bois are looking for work now, and all we really have are secretarial
jobs."

"That would be perfect!" Billie said with his best innocently sexy look.

"So what makes you think you'd be good for the job?"  Clarence asked.

"Oh, lots of things," Billie said as he stood up, crossed over to Mr.
Smith, and knelt in front of him.  He slowly unzipped Mr. Smith's
zipper, and then pulled out his cock.  It wasn't huge, but Billie really
did like them all.

Billie eagerly licked the tip, teasing it.  He had become an expert, and
it showed.  He gave Mr. Smith the best blowjob he had ever had.

Reapplying his lipstick, Billie said, "Tomorrow at 9, then?"

*
"Oh you didn't!" Mary said.

"Yep, and he stammered, 'uh, yeah. Of course.' and then I walked out,
giving him a great view of my ass," Billie bragged.

"So you're going to be a secretary?  How much does it pay?" Mary asked.

"I'm not sure.  I'm sure he and I will work something out," Bille said
with a coy smile.

*

Billie had Mr. Smith wrapped around his cute little finger in not time.
He was the highest paid secretary in the company, and his boss
absolutely adored him.

Two months after Bille started in his secretarial job, Mr. Smith asked
him out on a formal date.  Three months later, Clarence asked Billie to
marry him.  Billie said yes.

On his wedding day, Billie wore a beautiful white gown, white lingerie,
and an elaborate veil.  Mary was his Maid of Honor.

"Are you happy?" Mary asked.

Billie did not hesitate. "Yes, I am."

*

Five years after the infamous Dr. Omar Bell had released his chemical
into the atmosphere, he resurfaced to wild acclaim.  The white bois had
found that they were much happier and suited for their new lives, and
viewed him as a hero.

Little did they know that he had added a little something extra to the
chemical - a compound which would affect their response to pheromones,
specifically, black male pheromones.  In addition, it made them emit
almost identical pheromones to that which women produced.

Dr. Omar Bell was an angry man, but he got his revenge for the
oppression of his people.  And those oppressors had thanked him for it.

He is no longer angry.