I woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing. I rub my eyes, why is my hand black? This is not my bedroom, the bed is uncomfortable. I'm in some sort of primitive shack. What is this weight on my chest? There are 15 black women in the room with me, getting out of there beds, including one in the bed with me. I look that I am wearing little more then a sack, without any underwear. My legs are also black. 2 large heavy boobs hang from my chest, and my dick is missing.
Someone yells out, "Hurry up an gets ya grits niggers. Thay's lots of cotton dat needs pickin'."
I look for a bathroom. There's no plumbing, electricity or even a mirror to look at myself. I see the others put on dresses that are more like rags. None of them have shaved, or have been to a dentist. No one has shoes. I notice I'm even missing at least 4 teeth. The others leave and I try to examine my body. My hair is fuzzy and cut close to my head. My skin like the ladies in the room with me is much darker then most black people I had known. My hands are rough, like someone that has done a lot of work. My lips and nose feel huge. My breasts are long and saggy, with huge brown nipples. My butt is much bigger then it was. I think I'm at lest 3 inches shorter. My pussy hair goes down to my thighs. I need to pee but I don't know where, or how. The bottoms of my feet are cracked. I'm about to look at my beaver a little closer, when a huge black man grabs me by the arm and yells at me, "Norma Jean! Waz yall doin'? Ya missed breakfast. Gets ya black outs there an start pickin' cotton!"
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