Bex

Story Script:

NARRATOR: Rebekah folds a towel, her plump fingers smoothing the terrycloth. A sudden, searing tingle shoots up her spine. Her vision blurs. Her bones feel like they’re melting and reforming. A wave of intense, confusing pleasure washes over her as her body shrinks, tightens, and darkens. Her simple t-shirt and leggings dissolve, replaced by a strained blue tank top and gray sweats. Seven-inch clear plastic heels materialize on her feet. A cascade of long, intricate cornrows falls over her shoulders.

ACTOR1: What the fuck? The hell is this shit?

NARRATOR: Her voice is deeper, rougher. She looks at her newly toned arms, her dark skin. She stumbles, then finds a bizarre, innate balance in the towering heels. She storms into the living room, her new hips swinging.

ACTOR1: Nick! You stupid motherfucker! What the fuck did you do? You downloaded some goddamn virus-ass app, didn't you? You swapped my goddamn face and this... this body... fuck!

NARRATOR: She looks down at herself, her hands running over the hard plane of her stomach, then cupping her massive, heavy breasts.

ACTOR1: Goddamn... this bitch's body is so fucking hot. My pussy is so wet already. All I can think about is gettin' some dick. Thick, black dick from the club. Yeah, fuck dis wet pussy, nigga.

NARRATOR: The filthy words spill out of her mouth without her consent. Her mind floods with graphic images. She begins to sway, her hands roaming over her curves, her hips gyrating in a slow, hypnotic circle.

ACTOR1: Mmmph... yeah... this body knows what it wants. It needs to be fucked. It needs to be stretched.

NARRATOR: She sees a kitchen chair and stalks toward it, dropping to her knees before it. She plants her hands on the seat, arching her back, presenting her ass in the tight sweatpants.

ACTOR1: Look at this shit, Nick. Look at this fat ass. It’s beggin’ for it. Fuck!

NARRATOR: She crawls on all fours to the table, climbing onto it with an animalistic grace. She stands, towering in her heels, and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her sweats, teasingly tugging them down to reveal a blue G-string.

ACTOR1: You see this? This wet, hungry pussy? It’s gonna make me lose my goddamn mind. I need to get to the club. I need to get fucked. Right the fuck now!

ACTOR2: Rebekah, please, just... calm down. Maybe... maybe I can... help you?

ACTOR1: Help me? The fuck you gonna do, white boy? Your little dick can't handle all this. This body wants strange. It wants a line of niggas waitin' to tap this ass. And my name ain't Rebekah no more, you feel me? It's Bex. Bex, 'cause it rhymes with sex. Now get your fucking keys. This pussy is soaked, nigga. Bex be out here lookin' to fuck niggas fo' stacks wit' dese titties an' dis ass.

ACTOR2: I don't think that's a good idea. We can figure this out here.

ACTOR1: Fuck what you think! This ain't a discussion! This body needs it, so I'm gonna get it. You drivin' me or do I gotta walk my fine ass down the street and find a real nigga who ain't scared to put in work?