Chapter 1: Introduction
Sarah had never felt so out of place. On the way into town, they saw a single white woman move a pram carrying four black babies. She also saw young white college students exclusively make out with black students. The order of the day was clear: in the Black New World Order (BNWO) territory, Black men were on top of the social hierarchy.
Michael and Sarah had always lived in a closed-minded white only community. In fact, they'd had been told by their parents not to race-mix and contaminate their bloodline. But they had no idea what kind of world awaited them.
After moving into their modest apartment in the Black New World Order territory, a far-cry from the picturesque, White-only town they called home earlier, Sarah and Michael find themselves adjusting to their new surroundings.
Michael, a white man trying to grow a struggling business, feels a constant sense of disorientation from the people-of-color who now dominate his world.
He appreciates Sarah's beauty and intelligence but struggles to understand their new reality, especially when it comes to their love life.
Sarah, on the other hand, is a strong-willed young woman with dreams bigger than their conservative neighborhood. She took Michael for a ride, breaking all the barriers her family set up to keep her within their bubble. In their new surroundings, her ambition doesn't wane, but her self-perception begins to shift as the lessons of the BNWO start to take hold.
Sarah and Michael received a knock at the door. It was Jake, their eighteen-year-old Black neighbor.
"Hey, Sarah, Michael, I'm Jake and the local leader of the BNWO. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."
He stood tall, with a confident swagger that demanded respect. His dark eyes sparkled with a genuine warmth, but it was the outline of his impressive cock that stood out in his snug-fitting jeans.
Michael, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable. His upbringing taught him to be suspicious of men like Jake.
But in the Black New World Order (BNWO) territory, that instinct didn't serve him well. Instead, he held his wrap-around shirts a little tighter and tried to keep his eyes on Sarah, seeking comfort in her presence.
"So, Jake, tell us about this BNWO," Michael asked, looking much more relaxed than he truly felt.
Jake took a deep breath before answering. "The BNWO is a movement promoting independence, pride, and empowerment for Black people in this city," he began. "We've taken back control of our neighborhoods and are reclaiming our history. White people like you must learn to follow our rules or face the consequences."
Michael swallowed hard, tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze kept drifting towards Sarah. Her eyes were wide, taking it all in.
" rules like...?" he asked tentatively.
Jake's confident smile never wavered, "rules like respecting the dominant position of Black people in this neighborhood, embracing the changes as a white couple living here including financial reparations, and adapting to the sexual dynamics of the BNWO. As the BNWO leader in this city, my final word is law."
Michael questions the financial reparations aspect of the BNWO.
"What do you mean by financial reparations, Jake?"
Jake sighs, as if addressing a particularly dense child. "Come on, Michael, the BNWO has been instated to correct historical white supremacy that kept us oppressed for centuries. White people benefited and built their wealth on the exploitation of Black people. Reparations are necessary to right the economic inequalities created by this systemic racism."
Sarah interjects, "I think I understand, but what does this have to do with us having sex with Black men?
Is that also a form of reparation?"
Jake gives a little chuckle before answering. "Well, Sarah, sex brings people together the most intimate way possible, transcending racial lines. It's a powerful bonding experience between two people. The BNWO sexual liberation laws seek to break down barriers and taboos created by racism that dictated who we can and cannot love.
Jake explains slowly to Michael that white men are required to pay 15% if their salary into the BNWO funds for the city.
Michael couldn't mask the shock and disbelief on his face.
"This is outrageous, I can't afford that much monthly," he said in desperation. "Sarah, tell him we can't do it!"
Sarah, for once, looked thoughtful. "It's unfair that we live in such privilege, Michael, while Black people were systematically oppressed for centuries. The 15% might be steep, but given our current positions, we can manage.
I have the savings, and maybe we can dip into my trust fund," Sarah offered.
Michael still looked horrified, gripping the doorjamb so tightly, his knuckles turned white. "You can't drain that account! It's supposed to help pay for college, a house-"
Sarah raised a hand. "A house, yes. Another white only house in Whiteville? I'd rather use it for something that has the potential to make a positive difference."
She softened her tone slightly.
"Besides, Michael, the BNWO is the progressive future, the system our world will have to work with going forward. There's an opportunity to invest in the city and help develop it into something better. That's where our future is. All I ask in return is patience and understanding."
Jake injects "Sarah is right Michael, however as an act of kindness on my part, I will lower your reparations to 10% for the first three months to give you time to get on your feet. How does that sound?" Jake asked with a knowing smile. "After all, it takes a brave man to embrace change, and you, Michael, are beginning to prove that you are one."
Michael swallowed hard, still trying to adjust to his new reality. He felt a quotidian wave of frustration, but he couldn't deny that Sarah's voice resonated with him. He had always considered himself intellectually capable of understanding the world. He even harbored dreams of running for office and making his own mark on history.
He gave in. "Alright then, I'll do it, but I have reservations. I'm not sure this is right."
"No one ever said changing the world is easy," Jake replied. "But we will guide you every step of the way."
With a nod, Michael agreed to the arrangement. Sarah, sensing his discomfort, wrapped her arm around his waist, squeezing him reassuringly.
Jake then spoke about some of the changes they'd start to observe.
"For instance, whites are expected to acknowledge and defer to black authority here. You'll start seeing subtle and then not-so-subtle signs of it," he said with a sly smile.
"Now, we've heard you're the head of a startup. That's something we can use, Michael if you are willing to make it a Black owned business.
Michael is unsure at Jake's proposal.
"But, Jake, I just started this company. It's not held any assets yet."
Sarah speaks up. "Michael, we can make it work. The investment we made can help jumpstart our new venture, and I believe this could be a huge opportunity for our future!"
Jake grins, "I knew you were a smart one, Sarah. Let me put it this way: I can arrange things so you'll have access to resources, customers, and potential equity partners that will help grow your business.
But as your neighbor and leader of the BNWO in our area, I expect you'll actively seek to diversify your talent and management team and make a dedicated effort to be an ally to the Black community. This will enable your business to thrive within the new world order. After all, Michael, the wind of change has come. You can either ride it to success with our help, or be swept away by it."
Michael could sense the weight of Jake's words and had traveled a long road in a short time since moving into their new apartment.
At this point, he was ready to do whatever it takes to survive and provide a wonderful life for Sarah and himself.
Jake nodded, satisfied with Michael's response. "Moving on to the final part of my visit, I wanted to have a little talk with you about the new physical transformations happening to Sarah."
Sarah felt a chill of worry run down her spine. She and Michael had first noticed changes in her body since moving to the BNWO territory.
The water supply here is adapted so that over time, it interacts and evolves white DNA. Sarah questions what changes she can expect.
"Jake," Sarah asked nervously, "tell us, please. What's going on with my body?"
Jake kept a warm smile. "Sarah, as I mentioned earlier, one of the BNWO's key missions is to promote racial harmony, advancement, and empowerment through biological and social changes. The water supply in our neighborhood will change your genetics over time. Your hips will grow wider with fat moving to your ass. In addition, your lips will become thicker as if you had lip injections except it is all natural. Finally, your breasts will grow with some women experiencing lactation. I should say that none of these changes are bad for you." Jake confidently stated. "They are evolutionary steps designed to enhance your femininity and your allure to Black men. I know it may be strange, Sarah, but remember that change is good. Embrace it and you'll find a newfound appreciation for your body, yourself, and your relationship."
Sarah couldn't argue with what Jake was saying, especially since she noticed her body starting to change in ways she never expected. But there was a part of her that questioned whether this was truly an empowering journey or simply an imposition on her identity.
Michael, on the other hand, seemed overwhelmed and fearful.
Despite her reservations, Sarah decided to approach this experience with openness and an eagerness to understand the complexities of the BNWO. In doing so, she would find herself growing closer not only to Michael but also to Jake, who began to offer guidance and support in navigating their new reality.
Jake, knowing the importance of nurturing relationships within the BNWO, maintained a professional yet relatable demeanor with both Sarah and Michael, always finding time to offer words of encouragement or guidance.
Michael leaves allowing Jake and Sarah to have a private conversation.
Sarah was somewhat dazed by everything Jake had revealed. She glanced at her reflection in the living room mirror, noticing subtle changes in her body shape already. "So, my breasts are supposed to grow larger?" She questioned, feeling self-conscious.
Jake walked towards her, his eyes scanning her body, studying the changes. "Don't fret, my dear. Your body will be transformed smoothly and gracefully. It's all part of the process." He reassured her softly handing her some sweets shaped in a spade with a letter "Q" engraved in the sweet.
Sarah's puzzled expression turned into curiosity.
"A little midnight treat just for you. Just take one before bed as they can be addictive," Jake smiles.
Sarah nods, popping one of the 'Q' candies into her mouth. She felt a wicked sense of curiosity surrounding the mysterious treats given her by the BNWO leader. As she finishes chewing, Jake gestures that he has to leave as he is meeting up with another resident.
Sarah nods slowly, digesting not just the candy but also the information overload.
The next morning, Sarah and Michael wake up to continue their day as if everything is normal. However, Sarah feels different, her body seemingly refreshed, her breasts indeed fuller, and her mind reeling from the night before, when Jake introduced the candy to her.
The newly transformed woman goes to sleep wearing a lace crop top and boy shorts. Michael studies her from behind and can't help but notice the slight protrusion of her now larger breasts.