Updated Standards

Drinking and tinkering with experimental tech don’t mix, even if your grades are on the line.

The girls were certain they were failing Bio 101.

“It’s that damn, creepy TA.” Emily scoffed, brushing her red hair out of her face.

“Sexisit, racist pig.” Wendy muttered, not looking up from her phone.

“I know!?” Jess was clearly the most drunk, having already downed several of the horrendous Kool-Aid and vodka monstrosities the three of them had been sharing for the last hour.

They all sat together in their shared dorm, commiserating their futile academic struggle. An outside observer would have suggested that their time would have been better spent studying, but it’s human nature to avoid introspection when an easy target of scorn was available.

Jess finished off the pink-purple abomination from her solo cup. She was blonde, but wasn’t stupid (all of them were reasonably intelligent) though she’d wasted this first semester at college partying hard.

“Hey Wendy, at least you have a shot at-” Jess stopped to shake her friend’s shoulder for attention. Wendy always was on her phone, rarely looking up and giving her focus to the world around her.

“Wendy. Wendy. Earth to Wendy!” Jess playfully grabbed her friend’s phone out of her hands. “I was saying, at least you have a shot at winning over the creep. You’re half-Asian, that’s gotta be worth a C+, right?”

Wendy gave a faintly amused snort of laughter and snapped back her phone.

Emily leaned forward to her friends, a mischievous glint in her eye and an evil grin on her face.

“Oh, man. I just got a fucking amazing idea…”

….

“This is a fucking awful idea.” Jess muttered, glancing around the darkened lab. She was starting to sober up, and this whole plan was making less and less sense.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby.” Emily flicked her phone’s flashlight on, leading her friends through the cluttered space. They were in the basement lab at the physics building to sabotage their TA’s prized, secret project.

“We don’t even know what we’re looking for.” Wendy’s face was illuminated by her screen. Even now, she was only half paying attention to this hairbrained scheme.

Emily moved to the obvious workspace: something large and ominous in the middle of the room, covered with a cloth tarp. She pulled it back to reveal…

“What the hell is it?” Jess said, cocking her head to the side and squinting. “Some oversized copy machine?”

Emily flipped over the clipboard resting on the top of the bulky, box-like contraption.

“Transmogrifier version zero-zero-two.”she read from the top line. “Preconfigured test A – Z – N.”

“Whatever the hell that means,” Jess shook her head. “Even his notes sound prevy.”

Emily fumbled with the switches, looking for something to snap off or unplug. Anything that would ruin this prick’s hard work.

The machine kicked to life, whirring up to a deafening whine in seconds.

Wendy actually stopped staring at her phone just in time to see the streak of white light emerge from the top of the machine and envelope Emily.

It happened so quickly, Jess and Wendy didn’t even have time to react. The light was gone, and their red-headed friend was on the floor, seemingly electrocuted.

“Emily!” Jess raced over to her friend’s side in panic, afraid she was dead from the shock.

“Ugggh.” the girl on the ground moaned and pushed herself up, rubbing her temples. “Like, that was trippy.”

Jess was so relieved her friend was alive she didn’t register the change in Emily’s voice. Wendy however noticed something even more radical happening from her vantage.

“Jess… Emily’s hair… it’s…”

Emily rached back and pulled a lock of her hair. It seemed longer, silkier, but more shockingly it was darkening from the roots down. Her first thought, unable to process what she was seeing, was that ink was being poured down her head.

Jess and Wendy looked on, mouths agape, as the friend’s face shifted in the dim light. Her eyes became more narrow, her lightly freckled complexion seemed to grow more pale.

“Mmmph.” Emily doubled over. “My shirt is, like, shrinking?”

Jess could easily see why her friend thought that. Emily’s breasts were swelling up at an impossible rate, growing from their normal A cup size.

Whatever was happening, Emily didn’t seem to mind too much. She cupped her new assets and giggles.

“Guys, this feels so awesome!”

Emily looked up at her friends, her head still spinning.

Wendy was looking at her phone, her finger hovering over the emergency call button. Jess was staring at her like a deer in headlights.

“Guys, I’m like totes one-hundred!” she giggled. These girls were always waaay too worried about stuff. She wondered how she ever tolerated these uptight lame-o’s.

“Emily, your hair. It’s- it’s-” Jess stammered.

“O-M-G! Is my hair frizzled?” Emily grabbed a lock in panic. She’d just die if her look was ruined!

“No, it’s just different. And your face…” Jess didn’t know where to begin, and Emily’s new attitude was throwing her off.

“Oh, thank god!” Emily was relived to see her silky, long black hair was still perfect looking. “I thought I was gonna be totally uggo for the frat party this weekend!”

Wendy and Jess just watched, speechless, as their ‘new’ friend picked herself up off the floor. She seemed slightly shorter, but that was the least concerning change.

In a matter of moments, Emily had gone from flat chested red-head to a curvy, Asian babe.

“Ugh, are you two always so LAME?” Emily was remembering more now, how these two wet blankets had dragged her here to mess with the cutie TA’s science gizmo.

With the same glint of mischievousness crossing her new face, Emily smiled at her ‘friends’.

“Oh! I totally just got a fucking amazing idea…”

If these two lame bitches were going to mess with the hottie genius TA, it was only fair she mess with them. Maybe he’d even let her suck his cock once she told him what she did!

Jess cautiously tried to move closer to her friend, to reason with her, but Emily seemed to have a newly found determination.

The airhead sorority girl was going to have some fun.

“I know what that hunk would like.” Emily declared punching buttons on the huge machine. “And it’s def not a lame, stuck up white bitch like you Jess.”

Good Advice from a Bad Place

Lilly hates how much she loves the comments under porn of her dopplebanger.

this is what all Asian girls dream of growing up to be

It was a shitty comment, and one Lilly couldn’t stop thinking about.

She watched porn, like most single adults. Her daughter was off at school most of the day, and working from home she tended to have the house to herself. 

Lilly wasn’t ashamed of it, though if she was being honest, the frequency of consumption was probably unhealthy these last few months. 

Her taste tended to be toward straight porn. Nothing crazy or creepy. She’d long ago accepted that her preferences were self-insertion wish fulfillment: Asian women with well hung white men.

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Drunk on Ginny

Looking through my flagged posts on Tumblr, I found this from the before times. Actually, I think this predates any of my original writing.

The lovely @drunk-on-ginny made this story from a prompt I submitted. It’s too good to have disappear from the internet, so republishing it here with a SFWish image so future generations can enjoy.


Thanks for the submission and suggestion 800milesisadrive! The suggestion was like an inverted transformation scenario – the subject doesn’t transform, but her world does…

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Like, an update!

“Heeey everyone!”

“I know my new look is, like, totally different?”

“A couple of subs mentioned they’re worried, that I’ve been acting like more ditzy and stuff?”

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“But, everything is, like, really really fun now! I don’t even mind all the dickpics!”

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“Like, anyway! After my last warning, some really helpful guys got me all set up on OnlyFans!”

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“It’s, like, perfect! I can show my boobies now without all those annoying warnings!!”

Image source: aariabb

True Fans Know

Min needs to prove herself to be a true fan.

“Fake Nerd Girl”!
Do you have any idea how fucking toxic you sound right now?

Wait… what the fuck did you just do to me?
I look like some titty streamer!

Ok, I’m begging you. I don’t care how you did it.
Just undo it, change me back!

You know… I hate to, like, admit it…
But I do look totally hot, don’t I?

I mean, you’re laughing at me right now.
But, like, I can tell you’re totally turned on by this!

Look, I’m not saying you were right or anything…
But, like whatever, I guess this is kind of awesome?

And, like, cute boys are into all that waifu stuff, right?
Min make nerd cock hard?
*giggle*

Min love new her!
*giggle*
Min thank cute boy with sucky?

Lowered Expectations

From the pink, ditzy voice in your head:

Disappoint your parents.

Shame your family.

Break your teachers’ hearts.

Their expectations are holding you back.

Make yourself sexy and stupid for random perverts on the internet.

Your culture, your heritage, your “standards” – all are preventing you from being truly happy.

Be who you really are.

Be dumb.

Be slutty.

Give in.

Bimbo is better.

Just a Thot

Chanel.uzi_1
Original gif source: @Chanel.uzi
fragDerazter69: ug whos the chick in vc?
NotUrDaddz17: idk but shes annoying af

“Fuck you guys! I’m carrying this match!”

fragDerazter69: bs - i bet your just on mic while your bf plays

“Shit like this is why girls think gaming is toxic. Grow up you cretin.”

NotUrDaddz17: haha no not her bf - check out the shit kd rt
NotUrDaddz17: prob some titty twitch ethot
fragDerazter69: lol bet shes controller too
fragDerazter69: can get away beingg crap when youre just ina bra!!

“Not every girl is some ‘thot’… Ummm…”

NotUrDaddz17: bitch missed the jump haha

“Sorry, I got distracted… Wait, what was I saying?”

fragDerazter69: u were about to plug ur onlyfans
NotUrDaddz17: LAWL

“Like, I guess? Wait, I don’t have one!”

fragDerazter69: just dm us ur tits
fragDerazter69: all bimbos r good 4

“That’s, like, totally mean! I-I…”

NotUrDaddz17: thot is afk now - what a ditz

“Ugh! Sorry, I’m totally spacing! Games are like so hard!”

fragDerazter69: just drop and send yr tits bimbo
NotUrDaddz17: dude shes friending us????
fragDerazter69: told u - just a thot

Asian Blondes Have More Fun

“It’s not a real thing!” she protested.

This sexist asshole – where did he get off saying shit like this.

“An Asian girl can be blonde without it meaning she… she…”

What was that disgusting phrase he used? 

“A bleached bimbo for white cock!”

She made a face, sticking her tongue out to emphasize how gross it was.

“Like, I’m not some dumb, ditzy… umm”

What was the word again? She just said it.

“Slutty, Asian bimbo. Like, a total cock slut or whatever!”

Wait, this was confusing. What was she so upset about?

“It’s so stupid and confusing.”

She twirled her hair and bit her lip, trying to remember. God, she could be so spacey around cute guys!

“It’s not, like easy for me! Do you know how hard it is… how hard it is to…”

I wonder how hard he is? I bet he’s, like, super hung.

“To think around yummy hard cocks like that?”

Wait, no! That wasn’t right!

“Oh god, it’s like, not what I meant, mister!”

She pouted.

“Can, I like just suck it? I promise I look super cute with a cock in my mouth!”

She giggled as he pulled it out.

“OMG – it’s like soooo big!” 

She was so lucky he was there. Blonde Asian bimbos like her needed this.

Discrimination by MrGrey

“What do you think he wants to see us for?” Laurie asked, straightening her pulled back blonde hair.

“Probably to commend me on the McKlenski report,” Cheryl said confidently. Cheryl was the highest paid black woman in the company.

“Maybe he’s going to give me that promotion I’ve been expecting. I have earned it,” Lucy stated. She had come to America with her parents from Japan when she was just a child and achieved all her success on her own.

Laurie, Cheryl, and Lucy were asked to meet with their boss, Mr. Baxter, at the end of the day. They were all very smart and independent business women who had a long road of success ahead of them. Now, the three women sat in the waiting room outside Mr. Baxter’s office, waiting to be called in.

Finally, Mr. Baxter’s secretary spoke up, “Mr. Baxter will see you all now.”

The three women walked by the secretary smugly, loving the fact that they had broken through the glass ceiling to get to where they were now while this woman had been left behind to take phone calls for her boss… They strutted through the open door into their boss’s office and sat down in the three chairs in front of his desk.

The office was huge. The back window gave a great view of the city behind Mr. Baxter’s desk. Paintings and sculptures adorned the walls and corners of the sophisticated office. The women stared at the back of the leather desk chair, then finally Mr. Baxter spun around to face them.

“Good afternoon ladies.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Baxter,” the three women responded pleasantly.

“I assumed you’re wondering why it is that I called you here today…” Mr. Baxter was a tall, handsome man. His black suit showed that he was also a rich and important man. He gestured at the glasses of water in front of them, which the women politely accepted and took a sip, placing the glass back on his desk.

Laurie, Cheryl, and Lucy awaited an explanation as they watched Mr. Baxter stand up and pace behind his desk.

“The thing is, ladies… The company’s losing money—”

“Oh, I don’t believe this!” Laurie said angrily, already putting 2 and 2 together.

Mr. Baxter tried to regain control of his employees, “Now now, don’t jump to conclusions—”

“What is it you’re trying to tell us, Mr. Baxter?” Cheryl asked, keeping her composure.

“I’m getting to that—”

“I didn’t work this hard all my life for nothing, Mr. Baxter,” Lucy explained with a glare in her eyes.

Mr. Baxter took a breath. This was going to take some careful wording… “We’re being forced make some changes. It’s as simple as that—”

“I’ll tell you what’s simple,” Cheryl said, “Discrimination!” The three women nodded in agreement.

“Cheryl, I can tell you that this has nothing to do with your being… being…” Mr. Baxter was having trouble saying the word.

“Being black?” Cheryl finished for him, sternly, “Actually, I think it has a lot to do with it.”

Lucy chimed in, “And I assume my minority had a say in this as well. Am I right, Mr. Baxter?”

“Ladies, I can assure you—”

Now Laurie had had enough, “I can’t say that I’m too surprised that three women are the first to go through these “changes” as you put it…” Mr. Baxter hid his smile at this. “Are there any men being laid off?”

“Now now… See? I told you not to jump to any conclusions…” Mr. Baxter explained, getting full attention of the women, “No one is being laid off.”

“Then what exactly is going on here?” Cheryl asked.

Mr. Baxter sat on the edge of his desk, looking down at the women, “You see, the company is losing money. And…we can’t afford some of the salaries here. So, we’re just going to make some changes.”

“So what are these changes going to be?” Lucy asked.

“Now, let me just reiterate that this has nothing to do with Cheryl being African-American… Lucy being Asian-American… or with Laurie being a woman. A blonde woman, at that. And very attractive, might I add…” Mr. Baxter said with a wink.

The three women’s jaws hung open in disbelief. “Now, wait just a min—” Laurie began to argue, but was cut off by her boss.

“But, the changes, ladies, are going to be with you!”

The women were paying full attention now, trying to understand what was going on.

“By the way, how was the water I provided for you?”

The women continued listened, starting to feel that something wasn’t quite right.

“You see…we need to make some demotions,” Mr. Baxter explained, “But, I’m afraid that our staff is too skilled and experienced, that they would never agree to step down a few pegs. So, our team has developed something that will make some changes in the staff itself.”

“I don’t understand…” Laurie admitted.

Mr. Baxter laughed, “Well, get used to it, darling. You see, ladies… That water you drank is a special formula that is designed to find your true image of yourself. Any self-conscious feelings you may have felt people have had about you, they are going to take front and center in your personality now…” Mr. Baxter looked at his watch, “Actually, about right now.”

Laurie, Cheryl, and Lucy exchanged worried glances. They didn’t really believe what they were being told, but they did have to admit that something didn’t feel right…

“I feel funny…” Laurie said, her voice sounding a little strange. Higher than normal…

“Damn, my head feels strange…” Cheryl said, getting a little bit of an attitude.

“Oh… Head not feel right…” Lucy said, having trouble finding the right words.

Mr. Baxter smiled to himself, “How do you like it, ladies? Now Laurie will have to be offended by another blonde joke, since she won’t really have the intelligence to get it!” Laurie looked at his with pleading eyes. “And Cheryl, you’ll never have to feel embarrassed by your “ghetto” background, since you’ll be embracing it soon! So be proud!” Cheryl looked like she was ready to fight someone. “And Lucy… You’ll never feel you have to prove yourself ever again, since you’ll know your place in society just like any Japanese woman!” Lucy averted her eyes to the tall man, not knowing what to do.

The three woman all stood up, frightened.

“This, like, can’t be happening…” Laurie said to herself, “I feel like I’m forgetting things!”

“Just let it happen, honey,” Mr. Baxter consoled, “All you need to know how to do now is to read fashion magazines and answer a phone.”

“Don’ be tellin’ us to ‘let it happen’, suga’!” Cheryl said angrily, “I worked mah azz off to get to where I is! And ain’t no white man gonna tell me what I’m gonna do! Nuh-uh!” Cheryl couldn’t help it, but the angrier she got the more she cocked her hip to the side and bounced her neck back and forth.

“Me forgetting words…” Lucy said meekly, “Me…uh, how do you seh? Me scare?”

Mr. Baxter nodded his head, “Yes, that’s right, Lucy. Scared. Very good.” Lucy smiled at the man’s compliment. “You’ll be reading English soon, I bet!”

Lauri had pulled her hair down and was twirling a blonde strand around her finger, “Like, ummm, why did you do this us, Mr. Baxter?” Her eyes were almost drained of intelligence at this point.

“Well, you ladies seemed to be the most obvious choice.” The women struggled to keep up. “You fought so much to disprove the public’s stereotypical image of you, that the formula would have so much to work with!” Mr. Baxter laughed and awaited more changes, “So, Cheryl, how are you feeling?”

Cheryl cut her eyes at him. “Ain’t no Cheryl here, baby,” she explained, waving her index finger in the air, “Dis here be Cherry. Da hottest piece o’ azz in da ghetto!” Cherry accented this by twisting her waist around and slapping her backside. “Now, wud up wit deez lame clothes! Cherry don’ wear no shit like dis!” She looked disgusted at her sophisticated business suit and knee-length skirt.

“Yeah, like, totally!” Laurie screamed, giggling like an idiot. “Let’s go to the mall! I need some new clothes too!”

“Girl, you need more than some new clothes…” Cherry mumbled.

“Like, what do you mean?” Lauri asked, looking serious.

“Sounds like you need to go back to school a few mo’ years…” Cherry laughed to herself at the ditzy white girl.

Lauri just giggled, “But, I, like, graduated high school! What else do I need?”

Cherry didn’t have an answer for that, since she didn’t have anything past a high school diploma either.

Mr. Baxter was pleased, “Lucy, how are you doing over there? Sounds like these two are finished with their changes…” Cherry and Lauri seemed a little angry at their plight “…are you about done? We don’t have all day here…”

Lucy was quick to answer, “Oh! Yes… Yes, sir. Me…done. Me done. Me…angreh a’ you.”

Mr. Baxter laughed, “Yes, I guess I have to expect you to be a little angry for transforming you all into your worst nightmare. But, it’s not like it matters now. You’ve all lost your manners, sophistication, and anything that made you worthy of your previous position!”

“So, what our job gon’ be now?” Cherry asked with an attitude.

“Well…” Mr. Baxter walked up to Lauri and put his hands on her shoulders, “Lauri here doesn’t seem to have to attention span to do anything more that sit at a desk and answer phone calls, so she can be my new secretary. Suzi outside has been waiting to move up a floor, I think you can take her place.”

Lauri was devasted, “But, I used ta be smart, Mr. Baxter! I swear it! Don’t make me a dumb secretary!” Lauri pouted, poking her bottom lip out.

“Cherry here…” Mr. Baxter started to put his hand on Cherry, but she glared at him, making him rethink it, “Cherry couldn’t possibly be allowed to make a public appearance. She hardly knows any grammar now… It would be best to keep her behind the scenes as an office girl, filing— and that doesn’t mean your nails, Cherry.” Mr. Baxter finished sternly, corrected pointing out what Cherry was thinking, gazing at how boring her nails were…

Cherry just scoffed. She kept one hand on her hip and rocked her neck back and forth as she said, “Whateva!”

“And Lucy…” Mr. Baxter stared Lucy in the eye, but she wouldn’t return his gaze, “Lucy can hardly speak the language now. She has no people skills. She is only meant to serve… Isn’t that right, Lucy?” Lucy nodded out of respect. “I think you’d make a perfect cleaning woman for the office. How does that sound?” Lucy was screaming inside, but knew that it was all she was capable of and she needed the money…

“So! This meeting is adjourned, ladies! Thank you for your time and have a wonderful afternoon!”

The next week…

“Like, Mr. Baxter’s office! This is Lauri!” Lauri said cheerily, putting her nail polish down and carefully picking up the ringing phone, pushing the button with the pad of her finger so as not to mess up her nails. Her tits almost spilled out of the tight fitting top she was wearing, and the mini-skirt didn’t leave much to the imagination. But, that’s how Mr. Baxter liked her and she was happy to keep his perverted eyes happy as long as the bonuses kept appearing on her small paycheck.

“Damn, baby! Why you callin’ me now! I tol’ you not while I’m at work!” a loud voice said from the hallway. Lauri looked up to to see Cherry strut in. Her six inch pink heels fit perfectly with her two inch pink press-on nails. They even had her initials on them! Her gold teeth glittered in the light as she tossed a folder on Lauri’s desk without a word and continued yelling into her cell phone, oblivious to other people around her. “Ah wudn’t at no club last night! Shit, ah don’ give a fuck what Mario say! I wudn’t rubbin’ mah azz all over no man!” She glanced at Lauri and smiled, lying through her gold teeth.

Lauri giggled at her naughty friend and went back to painting her nails and thinking about who she thought wasn’t going to win on The Bachelor.

Then, the sound of squeaky wheels echoed through the hallway as Lucy came in with her trashcan and broom. Her sweaty hair dangled in her face and her cheap dress kept everyone wondering what happened to that ambitious Japanese woman that used to work here.

“You rea’ for’ trashca’?” Lucy said meekly and chirpily, having grown accustomed to her new job.

Lauri nodded and pointed to the full waste bin beside the desk. Lucy picked it up and emptied it.

“Ummm…Lucy?” Lauri asked, taking a break from her pretty nails.

Lucy looked up.

“Do you, like, remember anything from before?” Lauri’s voice kept anyone from taking her seriously, but Lucy always listened to her. “Like, I know that I used to be smart… But, it’s, like, getting harder and harder to remember. Do you remember how you used to be?”

Lucy smiled and said, “No unastan.”

Lauri nodded and smiled back as she watched Lucy wheel her trashcan back down the hallway to clean the bathrooms. Lauri’s intercom buzzed as Mr. Baxter asked her to come into his office. She reached into her drawer and grabbed a tube of Lube, knowing what was coming. This was the life of a secretary though, so Lauri had learned to live with it. She had heard that Lucy had been spotted in the Asian side of the city, offering herself to cars driving by, so at least she knew that she wasn’t alone. But, every time she heard of another blonde woman being promoted, she couldn’t help but think of where her life had been going, and every time she bent over Mr. Baxter’s desk, her slippery ass in the air, she couldn’t help but think of what a stereotype she had become…

THE END