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 No.227

Colleen and Kevin had been friends since they were four years old. Colleen
always wanted what was best for Kevin. She also always hoped that Kevin would
someday look at her as more than just a friend; she wanted to be his girl. She
also was very rich – her parents had left her with a small fortune.

Colleen had a very large condominium overlooking a lake, a beautiful car,
expensive clothes and jewelry – everything except her man. The condominium was
large enough that she even had a room for a part-time live-in maid named
Chantel. Chantel was a pretty African American girl who was very friendly and
had a personality very much like Colleen's. She came from the Deep South and
never even graduated from grade school. She could barely write and her English
was extremely bad. She came from a very poor family, which limited both her
wardrobe and her social activities. But she had plans to change that soon – and
Colleen and Kevin’s lives would never be the same.

For several weeks, Colleen noticed that Chantel was walking around in sort of a
funk. Colleen couldn't stand to see her this way so she finally asked if there
was anything she could do. Chantel explained that she had an opportunity to go
to a good friend’s wedding but she couldn’t go because she couldn't afford a
pretty gown let alone all the needed accessories. Colleen looked at Chantel and
thought Chantel to be about her size, but she really couldn't tell. Colleen had
a beautiful evening dress and shoes that might fit Chantel. She made her offer
to Chantel who was absolutely thrilled. Chantel confirmed that she wore the same
size dress and shoes as Colleen. Colleen, however, was a little concerned that
since the dress was custom tailored to her own body, it might or might not work
for Chantel.

The ideal thing would have been to have Chantel try them on but the gown was at
the cleaners. Colleen looked perplexed, but Chantel meekly offered a suggestion.
Colleen had just got off of work and was wearing a custom tailored business
suit. It had been an aggravating week for Colleen and she was dying to hide
herself away for a quiet weekend. Chantel had an idea that just might solve both
of their problems. Chantel suggested to Colleen that Colleen swap clothes with
her to see how they fit. If they fit well, Chantel suggested that they exchange
places for the weekend.

Colleen was a little surprised and somewhat reluctant to swap her expensive suit
for the trampy outfit that Chantel was wearing, but she was also intrigued. She
finally agreed, though reluctantly. Colleen knew that Chantel's whole wardrobe
was probably very similar to what she was wearing now and she was sure that her
apartment was very small and many degrees down from her own. But the thought of
a weekend away from all her normal distractions sounded too good to pass up, so
they headed for Colleen’s bedroom. As they undressed, Colleen realized that
Chantel would probably need her accessories too so she suggested they also try
on each other's bra, panties and pantyhose. Chantel and Colleen both giggled as
Chantel said that would be cool.

In minutes they were completely dressed in each others’ clothes and they even
swapped jewelry. They were amazed at how well everything fit. Chantel expanded
on her idea to exchange "lives" for the weekend. Chantel would stay at Colleen's
condo, wear her gown to the reception tomorrow and be free to wear the rest of
her things for the remainder of the weekend. Colleen would stay at Chantel's
place and be "Chantel" for the weekend.

Chantel concealed a wicked little smile. Chantel remembered the magical spell
that the voodoo priestess had cast on her when she was a young girl in the
bayou. Chantel would have one chance to swap lives with another girl sometime in
her life. The only condition was that they would have to be the same size and
once the switch was made they could never switch back. Chantel had been watching
Colleen for a long time now and had decided that Colleen’s life was the life she
wanted. Chantel knew that Colleen wanted Kevin but didn’t realize that the only
way she would get him was through her body but Colleen didn’t want to do that.
Chantel knew that once she was "Colleen", she would have no problem making him
her man.

The spell worked subtly on Colleen. She couldn’t understand why but she finally
agreed to Chantel’s offer. They exchanged purses and even the contents of their
wallets. Chantel thanked Colleen for her generosity. Colleen left the condo and
went to catch a bus; she had already given her car to Chantel. As Colleen walked
away she hadn’t noticed that something was very different about her walk. Maybe
it was the tight jeans or Chantel's leopard print platform shoes, but Colleen
was now walking very much like a black girl. Her movements were amazingly like
Chantel's.

Chantel filled out Colleen's clothes beautifully. She actually thought she
looked much sexier in them than Colleen ever did. Chantel noticed that she
seemed to move more like a white girl. In fact, her movements were very much
like Colleen's. Chantel was overjoyed – the transition was going much better
and quicker than she hoped. Chantel knew that by Monday morning Colleen's mind
would have been completely transformed into that of a black girl, while
Chantel's will be that of a white girl.

Colleen felt a little strange as she entered Chantel's apartment. It wasn't
roomy at all and it was somewhat on the untidy side. But Colleen, for some
unknown reason didn't feel uncomfortable being there. She checked out the meager
contents of Chantel's closet and dresser, picked out an outfit for the next day
and began to undress. She slipped off Chantels' platform shoes – they had
actually been a lot more comfortable to wear than she thought they'd be. She
removed the rest of Chantel's clothes – they too felt surprisingly comfortable
given that they were much more form-fitting than anything Colleen would normally
wear.

Colleen went to the bathroom and found a skimpy nightie on the back of the door.
It was the only one she could find – Chantel only had one. The nightie had been
well worn, as were the slippers beneath them. She could tell the garments were
in need of laundering, but that could wait until tomorrow. She slipped the
nightie over her head and smoothed it out on her body. It was an unbelievably
good fit and she felt warm and comfortable in it. She knew there was something
wrong, she shouldn’t feel this way. She slipped on Chantel's dirty slippers, and
then walked to the sink.

She almost instinctively bathed using Chantel's soap and towels. At first, she
wasn't going to brush her teeth because Chantel had only a single toothbrush.
But something compelled her to squeeze toothpaste onto Chantel's toothbrush and
insert it into her mouth. It didn't bother her at all; and she even smiled at
the figure looking back at her from the mirror. Her skin had temporarily became
Chantel’s shade of brown then changed back to her own.

Chantel knew that the cleaners had called earlier and that Colleen’s gown was
ready for pick-up. She hurried to pick it up and bring it back to the condo –
she had plans for Kevin. Chantel loved Colleen's large well-kept condominium.
This was always what Chantel wanted and she eagerly explored every room. She
smiled as she looked through Colleen's closets and dressers. They were full of
the expensive and elegant clothes and jewelry she could only dream about owning.
Chantel called Kevin, her voice sounded exactly like Colleen’s.

Kevin rang the bell and when the door swung open he was surprised, no shocked,
to see Chantel dressed head to toe in Colleen’s new gown and all her
accessories. But before he could say anything, his eyes met Chantel’s and he
fell under her spell. Chantel took his hand and led him into the condo. She
handed him Colleen's diamond necklace and asked him to fasten it around her
neck. Kevin obliged and couldn't resist gently kissing her neck and telling her
what a lovely "Colleen" she made. He was pleasantly surprised at how well all of
Colleen's things fit her.

Chantel could tell Kevin was aroused. She took his face gently in her hands then
gave him a long passionate kiss. "You can call me ’Colleen’ – after all I am
her for the weekend". Kevin's couldn’t resist cupping her breasts in his hands,
and then he slowly began to undress her. They slowly slid into Colleen's bed and
began an intense hour of lovemaking. She knew that Colleen's life would soon be
hers and that Colleen was about to inherit a life like she never could have
imagined.

The next morning, Colleen showered and dressed in one of Chantel’s revealing
halter-tops and a pair of her well-worn and tight-fitting shorts. Her Colleen
fingernails and toenails didn't feel right to her, so she stripped them of their
polish. She glued on the long fingernails like Chantel always wore and painted
them and her toenails with Chantel's nail polish. She slipped her feet into
Chantel's very high-heeled platform slides, then sat down in front of the mirror
and applied all of Chantel's makeup. She liked what she saw even though the
shades of her makeup were more appropriate for a black woman.

Colleen ate a small breakfast and settled into a chair to read some of the
paperwork she brought home from the office. She couldn't keep her mind on what
she was reading; she couldn't understand why she was having trouble
understanding some of the larger words. A short time later there was a knock on
the door, and several of Chantel's black girlfriends walked in. They knew what
was happening and immediately greeted her, "Mornin' girl. You looks hot in
Chantel's clothes, but we gotta do sometin' about that hair." They took Colleen
to the bathroom and spent the next five hours redoing her hair into the Afro-
braid that Chantel loved to wear. "Tonight, you's gonna party with us. You is
one of us now."

Chantel's girlfriend's assembled Chantel's one party outfit and helped Colleen
to get ready. She slipped on Chantel's gold bra and thongs – it was erotic. An
hour later, Colleen stood before the mirror. She liked what she saw – much more
than she thought she should. She knew something was happening that wasn't right
but she didn't want to do anything about it. Except for her skin color she was
now a black woman. The satin gold dress was low-cut, short and tight. Chantel's
gold high-heeled gladiator sandals adorned her feet all the way up to her knees.
She was covered with Chantel's cheap jewelry. The large hoop earrings almost
touched her shoulders. She loved how they looked – and it felt oh soooo right.
Everything about her shouted out "Fuck me!"

Just then the door opened and in walked Chantel's boyfriend. He motioned to her
to come to him and she felt herself responding immediately. She stared into his
eyes and felt herself being drawn to his lips. She was helpless to resist. She
placed her body up next to his and placed his large brown hands on her breasts.
She felt his large lips envelop hers, then she inserted her tongue into his
mouth and they locked in the most intense kiss she ever experienced. She knew
that she was his girl now – and she didn't want it any other way. She grabbed
Chantel's gold purse, then he wrapped his big brown arm around her waist and
they headed for the party.

Chantel and Kevin awakened and showered together. Chantel put on one of
Colleen's elegant robes and her slippers. She then made breakfast for Kevin. She
knew this condo inside out; it was hers now. She had a lot to do to prepare for
the reception that evening, so she said goodbye to Kevin, and proceeded with her
further transformation. She kept Colleen's appointment to get her hair done and
for her manicure and pedicure. The stylist worked for several hours to undo
Chantels' braids, soften her hair until it was a black version of Colleen's, and
then to style it the way Colleen would have had it done for a wedding. After her
nails were done to look just like Colleen's she went to the mirror to admire her
new white girl look. She knew that in less than a day she would have Colleen's
skin and face.

When she got back to her condo she put on one of Colleen's sexiest black bras
and matching panties. She pulled Colleen's black pantyhose onto her feet and
legs – these felt so much more feminine than the cheap stockings she used to
have to wear. As she slowly ran her hands up and down her legs she thought about
how nice it will be to have Colleen's shapely white legs on feet. She smoothed
Colleen's slip on her body then stepped into Colleen's exquisite custom-made
evening gown. She zipped it up and admired how well it fit her body. She slipped
her feet into Colleen's designer shoes, and then put on Colleen's most elegant
diamond earrings, necklace, bracelet, watch and ring. She touched up her makeup
then smiled at the black version of Colleen staring back at her. She was
pleased, very pleased – within hours she would have her new life.

Kevin arrived and greeted her with a huge hug and passionate kiss. She grabbed
Colleen's evening bag, then Kevin took her hand in his and they headed for the
door. He didn't notice, but her every movement and mannerism was exactly like
Colleen's. On the other side of town, Colleen now moved and walked as if she had
been born a black girl.

On Sunday, Chantel called Colleen to get together to "swap back". They set a
time, but she knew that Colleen already walked, acted and thought like a black
girl. Within a couple of hours, Colleen's IQ will have dropped to that of
Chantel's. Her desires and sex drive were now those of a black woman – she
would only crave sex with black men. Chantel's IQ was nearly where Coleen's used
to be, and she now walked, acted and thought as Colleen once did. Colleen
already sounded exactly like Chantel and Chantel like Colleen.

By tomorrow morning Chantel will have taken over Colleen's life completely.
She'll be living in her house, doing her job, wearing her clothes, going out
with her friends and loving her man. Colleen would inherit the miserable life
that was destined for Chantel. Chantel knew that the best part of it would be
that Colleen would be conditioned by the spell to be turned on by the thought of
being a black girl. She knew that Colleen would never want to be "white" again,
and would eagerly agree to Chantel's final step.

They met at Colleen's condo on Monday morning, and Colleen asked Chantel if she
had a good time at the wedding. Chantel told her she had an awesome time, and
wondered how Colleen felt after her "weekend getaway". Chantel smiled as she saw
Colleen staring at her face and sensed the hesitation in Colleen's reply.
Chantel looked lovingly at Colleen and said, You don't have to say it girl; I
know what you want. You love my large luscious black girl lips don't you? You'd
like to have my ebony skin wouldn't you? I know you want my pretty black face –
so it's yours. Just remember that I then get your face, and once you're me,
there's no turning back. You become Chantel for the rest of your life." Colleen
was surprised at Chantels' perception. Colleen’s last ounce of resistance was
totally futile, as she realized that she had no power to change her final
destiny. Before Colleen could reply, Chantel took hold of Colleen's hands and
told her to stare directly into her eyes. Colleen was unable to resist.

Chantel then raised Colleen's hands up high enough so that she could see them
even though she was looking into Chantel's eyes. Colleen felt a warm sensation
beginning where her hands were in contact with Chantel's. Slowly her soft white
skin began to darken as Chantel’s began to lighten. Seconds later Colleen could
see that the skin on her hands was the exact ebony shade as Chantel's hands used
to be. Chantel now had Colleen's white hands. As the shiny ebony pigment moved
up her arms Colleen could feel and see the texture of her skin changing to that
of a black woman. The hair that was on Chantel's arms now appeared on Coleen's.
She could see that her smooth and soft white skin was replacing Chantel's. She
felt the warmth spread rapidly throughout her body as her white skin cells were
completely destroyed and replaced by Chantel's brown ones. The warmth moved up
her neck and face, and she smiled. Chantel continued to hold on to her hands as
Colleen watched Chantel's lips start to decrease in size and her facial features
slowly change to Colleen's. Colleen could feel that she now had Chantel's black
features completely. Even her hair was now Chantel's natural color and texture.

Chantel let go of Colleen's hands and Colleen walked over to the mirror. She
stared at the new woman before her and gently examined her new facial features
with her hands. She heard a voice from behind, "Feels good doesn't it? You're
‘Chantel’ now, and I'm ‘Colleen’. My destiny is now yours. You'll never be a
white woman again."

"Colleen" tenderly examined her new beautiful soft white skin. She had what she
wanted – she stole this attractive young white girl's body, mind, life and soon
also her man. "Colleen" smiled as she heard "Chantel", with the voice and poor
grammar that used to be hers say, "Girl, you makes a lot better white girl than
I ever did. I loves bein' brown shuga. You can keep my ol' life. You were meant
to be me. I's one hot black mama now, and yo man is mine."

Chantel had plans for Colleen as the new "Chantel". Her former boss would now be
HER black maid. And once she married Kevin, she would keep "Chantel" to serve
their every whim. She knew there was always the risk that "Chantel" might
eventually even end up pregnant with her former boyfriend's baby or possibly end
up as a hooker and someday overdose on drugs. But she was willing to take that
chance.

She kissed "Chantel" on the cheek. "I've got what I want. I hope you'll be happy
in your new life." "Colleen" asked "Chantel" to help her get ready for work.
"Chantel’s" response was immediate, "Yez, Miz Colleen."

Borrowed gown Part 2, the new life. By Eric (continuing a Story by Eryka.)

Colleen a beautiful young white woman smiled happily into the mirror.

"Y'all looks beautiful, Miz Colleen," said her devoted and admiring maid.

Colleen smiled with more than a hint of hidden meaning. It still amused her to hear her
ignorant maid address her as 'Miz Colleen' and with such a servile attitude and also to be
waited on hand and foot by the young black woman who was putting the finishing touches to
HER beautiful blond hair. Life had sure improved in the last six weeks! Her smiled
widened. And nobody knew or guessed at the turnabout. Not Kevin, not her colleagues at
the firm, or 'her' family.

"Thank you, Chantel, I truly hope that Kevin thinks so, too!" she said in her lovely, soft
elegant voice.

Colleen flashed her expensive diamond and emerald engagement ring. Her hands were
soft and smooth and elegant. A sharp contrast to Chantel's rough and worked hardened
hands.

Chantel sighed enviously. "Ah sure wish my man Willy would ask me to marry him! Still
he's a real STUD! "

Colleen smiled again. She remembered Willy though it now seemed like a bad dream.
No, it was a very bad dream. Thank god, she didn't have to go back to that miserable life.
It was all the new Chantel's and welcome! Very welcome indeed!

"I'm be at the great French restaurant Chez Le Pyramid then at the charity ball at the Ritz.
What are you doing on your Saturday night?"

"The usual, Miz Colleen. Mah man is taking me to our usual bar for dinner and booze.
Then wez goin' dancing at the Black Shack! "

Colleen smiled. "Tell me Chantel, do you still have to pay for most of it?"

The black girl looked embarrassed.

"Yez'm, my man wells he done still be between jobs. It sure be nice of y'all Miz Colleen to
give me that raise!"

Colleen waved an aristocratic wave. "Quite all right, dear." Her beautiful face lit up as the
doorbell rang.

"Ah'll get it!" Chantel hurried away, her cheap vinyl boots with their spike heels ringing
on the hardwood floor. Her flashy and sexy legs were displayed in an equally cheap red
vinyl skirt, Long obviously costume ear rings dangling as she moved. She looked more
like a hooker than anything else.

"Come in, Mz. Carson, Miz Colleen will be ready ins a minute." He sure was cute and so gentlemanly. Miz Colleen was so lucky to have him!

"Thanks, Chantel" he said absently. He glanced at the smiling maid.

She is eager and works hard, but she's as dumb as a post, he thought. Then his eyes lit up
as his gorgeous fiancé entered. They kissed with sweet passion. She took his arm and
Chantel watched enviously as Kevin opened the door for Colleen and they got in Kevin
Carson's Lexus and drove away.

"Ah sure wish my man treated me as good!" she muttered. She shook her head.
Sometimes it was hard to remember. She used to be Colleen! But she had somehow
traded her life for the original Chantel's, feeling she somehow felt more at home being a
red hot sexy black momma! But why? Her hands touched her sexy body. "Well I do feel
really sexy and mah man be really hung! Even though he hardly a gfentleman like Mz Carson."

She grinned lecherously as her man pulled up in his battered old junker. He honked.

"Ah's comin, hold on to your dick, will y'ah Willy!" Chantel called out. Already she was getting wet just thinkin of the sex to come!

Chantel scampered out to Willy's car moving easily and sexily on her four inch platform
boots. 'Man will yo feet ever hurt tonight girl,' she thought. The door creaked as she
opened it and slid in. She kissed him and he responded and rubbed her breasts! It was
rough but Chantel liked it that way! It was great to be so hot!

With a cloud of smoke Willy peeled away. He had stolen the tags off another car as his
sure would not pass any emission inspections!

With his woman snuggled against him rubbing his big dick they entered the smoky tavern. Loud voices called out to them and they waved a greeting.

At Chez Le Pyramid the valet parked Kevin's car and the staff ran forward to help
Colleen out. Entering they were greeted with warm respect.

"As always you honor us, Mr. Carson and Miss Harris. "

A string quartet played in the background. Colleen and Kevin had problems deciding but
they finally gave the nod to Latour over Lafitte for the wine. Their every want was
catered to by the well trained staff and the meal was of five star quality.

Meanwhile Chantel screamed at the bartender over the jute box and the loud
conversations. "What do Ah haft to do get a couple of beers!"

"How about a BJ, girl?" he answered.

Chantel laughed. "The only way you'd ever get one from me as ifin Ah had a chipped
tooth!"

Everyone around them laughed and Willy put a possessed arm around Chantel. "Girl,
don't you go given blow jobs to anyone but me! You is Mah woman, hear!"

Chantel laughed delightedly. She sure had her man by his balls! They gobbled down a
couple of greasy burgers and had a few more beers than left for The Black Shack for
some dancing.

There the loud music and smoke filled Dance Hall felt like home. Chantel loved to shake
her booty! But she frowned as she saw her Willy drinking.

"Willy honey, please take it a little easy on the booze. Yuz knows that it makes you mean ifin
you drinks too much!"

She got shoved her pains.

"Shuts up, woman! "

Chantel had to fightr back tears. She hated being treated like trash by her boyfriend. It was bad enough when educated white folks did it.

Across town at the Ritz Colleen guided into the grand ballroom. All reads turned at the
vision of loveliness in her Paris gown. A Strauss waltz honey sweet and sexily seductive
in a very elegant way was started.

Kevin just loved having his bride to be in his arms. He had always really liked Colleen.
But in the last months she had shown that she loved him and now he loved her. She was
so loving and sexy, especially in bed! She could really turn him on and Kevin was
happy that she would be his wife. There was no one quite like her.

Colleen smiled. She was so happy! What a wonderful, romantic evening. She wished it would never end. Life was now like a fairy tale and often she felt like Cinderella at the ball, but her new life as Colleen Harris, beautiful well educated rich white girl would not end at the stroke of midnight. She would not turn back into an ignorant black girl with a miserable future. No, she would never go back to being Chantel as the former Colleen was now her and she was Colleen. And the rich irony was that the magic spell had actually made her former Boss ask for the trade! Maybe some part of the former very rich white girl had fought or struggled, but it was to no avail. Now she was Chantel and Chantel was now Colleen forever! And she loved having the former Colleen as her ignorant, servile balck maid! The irony was just too rich!

That night in bed she had a wonderful time! Kevin was such a warm, loving considerate
partner. No more black eyes only kisses and passionate sex. The satin sheets were
wonderful! She was so loved and so beautiful and so happy!

In a run down apartment Chantel had just given her man a BJ.

"Honey, whens are y'all goin to satisfied me with yo big dick?"

"When Iz good and ready, woman! So shuts your motor mouth!"

Chantel was furious.

"Ah don't deserve to be treated like trash! Not after Ah paid for everything! Why aren't
y'all more like Colleen's beau. He done treats her like a queen."

Willy hit her and she started crying. "Shut yur moth, woman! Didn't you hear me! Shut
up! It's not mah fault I can't finds work!"

Chantel started crying, but soon he relented and started kissing her. Soon his wonderful
big dick was inside her hot eager body and she screamed with pleasure.

The next day Chantel was serving Colleen and Kevin breakfast in bed. She was still
sleepy and sported a black eye and her cheek hurt and was bruised.

"Did your man hit you again, Chantel?" asked Colleen with apparent sympathy.

"Yes'm Miz Colleen. "

"Why don't you leave him, Chantel?" asked Kevin sipping the coffee the black maid
poured,

"Oh, Ah couldn't that Mr. Kevin. He's mah man! I guess you white folks don't
understand."

Two weeks later.

Chantel was at the Black Shack when a certain bitch tried to take her man and they
fought. Willy grinned to see the women claw and scream at each other over him. Finally
Chantel broke a beer bottle over the other woman's head. The cops came and broke it up
and arrested Chantel and dagged Chantel very roughly to the police station. She was booked and locked up.

Chantel called and left a message on Miz Colleen's phone begin' for her help!

The next morning Colleen disgustedly entered the police station. Her Aminani suit a
major contrast to the surroundings!

"I'm here to play my maid's fine."

"Certainly, Miss Harris. Just sign here," said the desk sergeant very respectfully to the rich
beautiful society woman. He went back in the tank and woke up the battered low class black woman. Why a high class woman like miss Harris kept such trash as her maid beat him. He susposed good help was hard to find.

"Chantel, get your sorry ass out here. Your boss has been nice enough to spring you."
He shoved and looked with distaste at the low class battered black woman staggering out.

"And don't give me any of your lip, girl!" the cop added, shoving her roughly forward.

Chantel sullenly nodded. She was used to such treatment from the police. It was not her first run in with the law. When she saw her boss her eyes lit up.

"Miz Colleen, y'all sure be kind to me. Miz Colleen y'all is a real lady!"

Colleen smiled inside. It was so perfect. Her life was so perfect. Not only was she leading
the life that had belonged to a smart, well educated rich white woman, but the former
Colleen was now living hers! Every time she saw her like this it made her own
wonderful, privileged life sweeter!

Colleen smiled 'kindly'.

"I'm glad to help you, Chantel. Come on I'll take you home."

Chantel's dark eyes teared over. "Y'all is the kindest lady in the world, Miz Colleen." She'd do anything for her mistress and was proud to be her maid!

When Colleen and Kevin got married. Chantel helped her mistress with her 10,000 gown.
Though she knew she shouldn't be jealous Chantel could not help but contrast her second
hand maid's outfit and Payless shoes with her mistresses' expensive and queen like outfit.
Chantel already had two runs in her cheap panty hose.

"My you look a vision, Miz Colleen! What a beautiful dress, yo is like a queen!"

"Thank you, Chantel," said Colleen absently looking in the mirror at the lovely vision in
white. She slid on the long, white silk gloves over her lovely arms. This was the second
happiest day of her life. The only one with more joy was when she took over this lovely,
rich, intelligent white body from its foolish former owner. She smiled in the mirror. Who would guess that she had once been the battered, trashy black woman who was now helping with her beauytiful, long blond hair.

Colleen's friends came in and edged the black maid aside.

"Colleen, I am so envious! You really hooked a prize. Handsome, rich and so SWEET
and KIND! He loves you so much and will never mistreat you."

They of course treated Chantel like part of the furniture, but she was too used to that to be suprised.

Chantel touched the black eyes and bruised cheek hidden under her make up and felt like
crying. Why was her man so mean to her? And he refused to marry her. The last beating
was because she hinted at it. Still, she couldn't give him up. He was her man!

Colleen's uncle came in. He didn't notice the black servant off in the corner. He was to
give the bride away. Chantel sure wished she could attend the wedding, but Miz Colleen
was so nice as she promised Chantel could peek out the door in the and look at the
photographs later. I's sure was lucky to have such a kind mistress! Of course she didn't
have a dress good enough to go to the wedding itself. Colleen had told her, kindly that
she didn't want Chantel to embarrass herself. Then when Chantel had kinda of hinted
around about maybe borrowing a gown from her mistress Colleen had only laughed very
loudly until tears came to her blue eyes.

"Sorry," she had said with a strange smile.

Chantel shook her head to clear it. Colleen's uncle paid no attention to her. It was hard to
remember that he had once been HER uncle, but now the only relatives she had was her
mother down back home in Mississippi always writing her for money and telling her to
find some man to marry. Her letters had be written by the minister as her mom couldn't
read or write much more than her name. Not that her own readin and writin was much
better Chantel thought.

She watched as the gorgeous and beautifully gowned Colleen took her uncles arm. Miz Colleen
looked radiant. It was nice to see her mistress she happy, Chantel told herself. Slipping
unnoticed to the side door she peeked and saw Colleen and walk gracefully down the
aisle on her beaming uncle's arm. The church was filled with the who's who of the city,
even the governor was here. She saw her former friends beautifully dressed as bride's
maids. Her mistress's intended, Mr. Kevin was waitin for his bride. Love shown in his
eyes. He was so handsome!

"I sure wish my Willy would look at me like that," Chantel thought. "Miz Colleen be so
lucky to have such a sweet hunk of handsome man for a hubby. Of course no rich white
man would ever look twice at black trash like me! No, I best be sticking to my own
kind!"

Chantel cried when she saw the handsome groom kissing the beautiful bride. Chantel
knew she should be happy for her kind Miz Colleen, but somehow she was so sad.

The End?


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