Ebony By Night

African Women are Divine; the Future is Female, led by Black Women; and Estrogen and Melanin are the Essence of Life. When the Moon rises, this white boi becomes an Ebony Queen. Sister Blog: Woman by Night: https://www.tumblr.com/womanbynight

[ebonybynight]

(Another fantastical scenario about a white boi resisting, at first, but gladly giving in to the Ebony Queen within.)

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.....

The sound has been ringing in your head since you left the African female healer after your session to awaken your inner self and desires.

JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE....

You feel a heavy, phantom weight on your chest that moves with every step you take on your way home through the park. Along with that burden on your small frame, the same phantom weight and sensitization is occurring on your backside.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.....

You hear the sound again as your clothes start to feel really tight, along with the fact your body temperature is heating up and you start to feel sick, especially with a dull pain in stomach and lower body.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.....

A pair of uptown black women walk by, and you glance jealously in their direction to distract from the sound again. One of them turns, and as she runs her stunning nails through her black curls, she winks at you and says, "See you soon."

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.....

You watch them walk away as their wide hips sway and big butts jiggle in tight leggings. Their movements and the way they carry themselves could only come from Ebony alpha women who have all men under their control. A strange desire of longing to join them to starts to overcome you when your hear a dominant feminine voice say, "You were never a man, Sweetie."

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.....

You turn around and see an Ebony Queen towering over your meek, white male form, drinking a soda wrapped in her stunning nails. The way she was holding herself, you could tell she was a dominant and assertive alpha woman.

JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE.....

"Hello Sweetie, I see you finally accepted who your really are inside," she said as her Ebony curves moved with her expressive movements. A strange feeling of familiarity washes over you, as if you have known her your entire life.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP......

"Do I know you?" you ask as the sound in your grows louder and faster in your head.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.....

"Of course you do, Sweetie. I've always been with you," she said as a confused look grows on your on face. "I'm your inner self and what you desire most to be, a black woman.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.......

But....., I'm a man," you stammer out as all the blood rushes to your feet and the sound continues.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.......

"Then why am I here, Sweetie, and why did you go see the healer?" she said, seeing the truth in your eyes, while also noticing the phantom weight making your shoulders slouch.

JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE.....

"Your new Ebony melons are going to be so huge, Sweetie," she said with a huge smile forming. "You're going to be so big in all the right places."

JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE, JIGGLE.....

You can't get a reply out fast enough before a slight breeze blows by, taking a tuft of hair with it. Shocked, you run your fingers through your hair, as more falls out. "Sorry, Sweetie. Your going to have to go bald first before your new voluminous black curls can grow out just like how wide your dark chocolate hips will be."

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP......

A sharp pang of pain hits you in the gut as the sound grows faster and louder. "That would be your new womb, which will someday help bring the next generation of Ebony Queens into the world, starting to form."

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP......

"But....., I like girls," was all you could get out with all the pain, the sound and the fact you know deep down a new Ebony Queen was soon to burst out of your meek, male clothes.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP......

"You still will, Sweetie," she said, getting a little angry. "But, we both know your deepest and inner desire; a big, dark chocolate booty."

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP......

The back of your throat goes dry as the sound of some dumb frat guys playing basketball on the court close by draws your attention for a second.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP......

"And you want to use that booty to become a man-eater and make it clap," she continued, knowing your desire to become a dominant, assertive and commanding alpha woman.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.....,

With the sound getting even more louder and faster, and about to reach a climax, she playfully stares at you, waiting for a new black woman to be born.

CLAP, JIGGLE, CLAP, JIGGLE, CLAP, JIGGLE, CLAP, JIGGLE.......

With your transformation about to kick in to overdrive, you finally stop kidding yourself, this is what you have always wanted and what has always been there. "I was never man, and I want all this."

Saying that, the sound stops and a pleasure washes over you that is only a precursor to what black womanhood will bring you.

A big smile spreads across her face, as she looks down at your crotch, knowing something was now gone and that you better get home as your inner self will fully become your outer self very shortly.

"You're going to have a cute coochie," she said before fading back into your head.

[ebonybynight]

(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...."