tightywhitey2:Young conservative Dom in the making. This was me. This was around the 2020 election.

tightywhitey2:Young conservative Dom in the making. This was me. This was around the 2020 election. I had worn the exact same suit and the exact same hat during the 2016 election, the election that Trump won, by a landslide, if you didn’t count all the illegal votes those Democrats got through fraud… At least that’s what I believed then. My entire life, my identity was rooted in the fact that Donald J. Trump was the best and will be the best President of all time. I went door to door, I campaigned, I printed flyers, I called people. I did everything in my power to get that vote and lo and behold, Trump won in 2016.Eat it, Snowflakes, that’s what I said, shouted, sang, danced, and fucking beat off too. I blew a load, or two or three, all over the faces of pretty blonde All American Trump Supporting bitches who wanted Trump to grab them by the pussy; well, I had the honor of doing it for him. I believed in everything that was being told to me. Illegals were ruining the country. Democrats wanna take away our guns and Bibles and spread the homosexual agenda and recruit more men into their leftist snowflake fold.Then 2020 happened. Corona happened. Trump’s popularity began to plummet precipitously. Then 2021 happened. That had been the final nail in the coffin of Trump’s political career. I was crushed. It all came to a boiling point as I started noticing more gays, more Muslims, immigrants in the places that I used to dominate, that used to be my territory, all white man’s land. One of those places was my favorite bar, Duke’s Bar.I was seated at the bar. The actual bar counter was, for the most part deserted. And I had a half empty beer in front of me. I didn’t even want to drink it anymore.A pair of voices caught my attention. “We’ll take two waters.” I peered over. A look of disgust crossed my face“You got a problem?” One of the two men, the younger of the two, looked over at me.His eyes are dark, as is his beard and his hair; his eyebrows are full and thick. His neck is strong and his shoulders are broad. His chest is well toned, muscular, and his upper body is clad in a tight shirt with short sleeves which are stretched around his thick biceps. His forearms are hairy.“Yeah, I got a problem,” I was pissed. These fucking people were showing up at my place, at my bar. As if they were rubbing it in my face that I had lost. “Your kind isn’t welcome in this bar. Get out.”For a moment, the man appeared mildly confused, “My kind?”“You heard me, your kind!” I almost threw my beer at his face, standing up from my seat.He stood up. He was taller than me. I didn’t care. I glared at him.“Fucking sand ni-”“HEY! Not in my bar. Drink your beer and get out.” Duke stood behind the counter; he glared over at me and I scoffed and walked out.Outside, the sky had grown dark. There were dark and purple thunderheads above. The air was chock full of static electricity and the breeze had begun to pick up. A cool chill raced up my spine as I stepped out of the bar.The two men stepped out. They had decided to leave the bar and they saw me.“Hey.” The younger one called over. I tried to ignore him.“Hey. We got off on the wrong foot. How about we get you a beer?”I scoffed and looked away, “I don’t want your fuckin beer.”“Come on. We know a place where you can get some good wings and some cold beers. It’s on us. Think of it this way. Free beer.”I grunted and peered over at him then walked over, “Fine, lead the way.”-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-The bar that they took me to was relatively normal. There were white people hanging around. They were seated around on tables and booths.“The name’s Hassan. My friend here is named Dalil,” the young bearded man introduced himself. “This place is very special to us. It was the first place…we were accepted in when we arrived here. We got here legally.”I grunt, “Where’s that beer you promised?” I sat there, seething quietly.“Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t forget. I’ll go get you a few; the owner owes me a few favors. I’ll use a few of them to get you a few cold ones on the house.” The young handsome man walked over to the bar as I sat there, watching, quietly.Hassan walked back over. He had several bottles in his arms, and he set them down on the table, “Grab one, go ahead.” He motioned to them.I looked at the bottles. They weren’t any brands that I knew. In fact, the bottles lacked branding in general. But they were covered in condensation, cold, and I picked one up and opened the bottle.Without thinking, without asking, I took the bottle up and brought it up to my lips and took a deep chug. A mouthful of beer filled my lips and I swallowed it. It tasted…different. It had a soft spice to it in the background. It was good. Really good. I took another mouthful, and another and another, soon that whole bottle was empty and I had drank the whole thing.“Go ahead, have another one. They’re free.” The handsome man smiled.Wait.Handsome? Tsk. The fuck…I picked up another bottle. Popped it open. Angrily chugged it down. Wait. What the fuck…My hand. What happened to my hand? My skin, it had changed color? Was that my vision? Was the beer that strong? No. The color of my skin was changing, right before my eyes.I felt sick. My stomach gurgled and I stood up. “W…what did you slip into my beer?” I gag and stagger across the room toward the bathroom. I sway on my feet, stumbling until I fall into the restroom.I felt hot. My entire body felt as if it were burning up. My chest ached. I was having a hard time breathing. It felt as if my eyes were burning up from the inside.O..Oh God. Oh god, am I dying? Did they poison me? Is this how I die? Poisoned by a couple of…Oh…OH GOD.The pain surged. I slumped to my knees as I gripped my stomach and groaned in agony.What was happening to me? I looked at my hands. My fingers changed, my hands changed, my skin changed. It got darker, richer. What? Was I having some kind of reaction to the beer? Oh, FUCK. I cried out and slumped over, as the skin of my forearms, my biceps, my chest, neck, shoulders, face, it all began to change. My body’s anatomical features changed; my face, my ears, the position and shape of my eyes, my lips grew thick and full, a beard began to grow along my jaw and my face. My clothes felt baggy then suddenly tight. I peeled out of it, tossing it aside as I saw the changes continue. Oh god, oh God. Oh Allah. I stopped, looking at my hands. Allah? What? I looked to the mirror. Who was that…was that me? It looked nothing like me. I looked like… One of them.“There. Are you feeling alright?” The tall muscular man walked over to me, his arms crossed at his chest. What was his name again?“Who are you…”“Oh, you forgot me already? How cruel.” The man frowned, a teasing look to his face. “It’s me…Your lover. Hassan. Don’t you remember, Amir?” He stroked my cheek gently.What…my lover? Amir? I looked at my reflection again, sweaty, panting, rich skin and dark hair and dark eyes. That was my name? Yes, my name was Amir…At least…I assume that is what it was…“Come, let us get you some fresh clean clothes. You can’t walk around in this nonsense…Come with me to my house. Dalil, come with us. Dalil loves to play with you too, remember? You always squeal so cutely when you get on his lap….” Hassan grinned darkly as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and began to head out of the bathroom, leading me along.I looked back once more, for a final time. I looked at my dark eyes in the mirror. Amir. That was my name. A gay Muslim man with two boyfriends…Dalil and Hassan had their hands on my ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze. And I loved it. -- source link

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