(A fantastical scenario so many white bois would give in to.)
She could almost read your mind when she said in an intoxicating voice, "You were never a man, Sweetie. There is a reason women with black hair, dark skin and brown eyes draw you in. You never wanted to be with them, you wanted to be them."
The African healer and fortune teller sits across from you in her parlor, as 90's hiphop queens sing in the background. With her extremely dark chocolate skin, black and curly hair in an updo, brown eyes staring in to your soul, and dominating curves only a black woman could possess, she extends out both of her hands.
In her palms is a dark-chocolate covered apple, and with her eyes looking in the direction of a TV screen with a hiphop queen shaking her booty on it, she says, "Watch her and take a bite."
The hiphop star is on her hands and knees, twerking and shaking her booty, with it arched up in the air. She is in a position you long to be in all the time, not as the Submissive, but as the Alpha who knows what power her big bottom holds.
Watching her sway her hips and cheeks back and forth, you enter a trance, as the jiggle is like a drumbeat echoing in the deepest and oldest part of you.
The most primeval part of your humanity and DNA is reawakened; your connection to Mother Earth and female linage that birthed all mankind, a visual representation of which sits across from you.
Your throat is so dry as the Ebony Mother is calling to the woman within, seeking her lost daughter to return.
Without another lost second, you take the apple and bite in, as the healer looks at you with a big, sly smile and says, "Good choice, Sweetie. Your curves will be shredding those male clothes here any second now...."
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