You first decide to try and wash your top, but the thin cotton fabric becomes see through as soon as it's wetted, so you have no choice but change your clothes. You cleverly rig up a curtain out of a thin blanket you had with you for the bus ride as well as a couple of heavy bars of soap you find by the sink, then strip off your ruined top and dejectedly note your skirt is stained, too. "More jungle juice to wash off..." you grumble as you keep stripping before catching your reflection in the mirror, pausing to admire your underwear-clad teenage body, pale white skin and long curly blonde hair.
"The Good Lord gave you a terrific body, Steph!" you proclaim proudly. "Your husband is going to be so lucky!" But your smile fades as you remember your vow. "But first I'm going to have a... black... boyfriend! I promised God, and that negro pervert that I would go black." Not that you consider yourself racist, but you never thought you'd ever touch a black man, let alone be forced to take a big black cock in your mouth, then taste and drink its vile jungle juice.
You are having no success cleaning your clothes, so put them aside as you grab the bag and unzip it, only to discover these aren't her clothes: they're all so...slutty! You dig deeper and feel something huge and thick, pulling it out you find it's a dildo, a big black and veiny dildo the tip is purple and mushroom shaped. You can't believe it, it looks even bigger than the pervert's, and you kiss the tip of it as though wishing your new black boyfriend would materialize by magic.
It sounds like people are outside and so you shove your damp clothes into the bag and grab some new clothes: a short black leathery mini skirt and a thin white top with three diamond holes cut out in the front which barely contained your big natural breasts (clearly the Lord didn't gift this girl as He did with Stephanie), its bottom not even reaching your belly button. Your bra and white panties didn't look right with this outfit so they had to go into the bag as well.
At that moment a soap falls to the floor as someone pulls the sheet back. "Hello?" Your heart threatens to leap out of your throat, run away and hide as you react to the voice...
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