(A/N): I wanted to see how this will play out, so let me know in the reviews please and thank you. Enjoy.
In the vibrant city of Metroville, amidst the bustling streets, Violet Parr, a once shy and introverted teenager, harbored a secret longing. Her heart fluttered at the sound of rhythmic hip-hop beats emanating from a nearby community park. The swagger and confidence of a teenage group of black boys, who were at the gated basketball court, frequented the spot had captivated her imagination.
Driven by an irresistible desire to connect, and feel wanted. Violet devised a cunning plan. She dedicated her time to observing their movements, their slang, and their distinct style. With each passing day, Violet meticulously altered her appearance and behavior, shedding her former timid self and embracing a more assertive persona. A black girl.
Her hair was braided into cornrows, her regular clothing swapped for baggy streetwear along with switching her regular shoes for multiple pairs of Jordans. To top it all off, she even went as far as making her voice acquire a soft twang. She loitered around the park, mimicking their gestures and integrating their slang into her speech. At first, the boys seemed amused by her novelty. It was even more amusing for them when seeing her clumsy attempts at breakdancing when playing Michale Jackson on their boombox. Let alone how she forced the use of the words 'Yo' and 'Wassup.' It drew them to chuckles of mockery.
Undeterred, Violet persisted. She listened attentively to their conversations, absorbing their experiences and perspectives. Gradually, she began to understand the complexities of their lives, the struggles they faced, and the resilience that bound them together. To her surprise, beneath their tough exteriors lay a deep sense of community and a fierce loyalty to one another. Something that she strives to have in their black community.
As time went on, Violet's transformation became more than an act to everyone including her family. She found herself drawn to their music, their culture, and their unwavering sense of identity. The friends she had made who were black have shared their laughter, their secrets, and their dreams amongst each other. She discovered a part of herself that she had never realized existed until that fateful day a while back.
One evening, as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow upon the park, one of Violet's black friends, older brother who is the star pro wrestler in their high school, approached Violet and his sister's friends. With disdain in his voice, he spoke to Violet in utter seriousness.
"Alright, Violet, cut the BS. It was funny and amusing at first but you are taking it to the extreme and it is not funny. So, tell me, Violet. Why would you, a 'white girl', want to act black?. Because what you are doing is like an offensive racist version of doing a Black Face." said Don, waiting for his response.
Fear coursed through Violet's veins, but her newfound confidence surged to the surface. She made her voice heard and honest.
"Because I always feel like I was born in the wrong race category. You guys show me who I am truly supposed to be." Violet stated boldly. 'boldly. "I was not trying to be anyway racist, Don, you know me. I most strongly respect and admire your people's culture. I want to be a black sister."
Don was taken aback by her words. She cut him deep with those words of hers. He has never seen her in this kind of light before. It was kinda hot and a turn on for him. In fact, he started to look at her from head to toe and just loved everything about her look. It fits her well.
Don broke into a wide grin and extended his fist. "Yo, Vi, you got it. Welcome to the black hood."
Violet ginned and fist pumped Don. "That is wassup, yo."
"You know Violet since you are embracing your inner blackness, why not change your name to Blaciolet" said Don, walking beside her with his sister.
Violet rubbed her chin and then smirked. "For sheezy. Let's make it my street name."
Don chuckled. "Sure. Wanna join me and my sister at Bojangles after school tomorrow?."
"Oh, word?. Yeah, I joined you guys. I love a box of fried chicken and biscuits. Can't wait to put a lot of hot sauce on that chicken."
"Same, fam." said both Don and his sister.
From that day forward, Violet was accepted as an honorary member of the Black community. Her ability to bridge the racial divide had not only earned her their respect but had also forged an unbreakable bond between them. And as the years passed, she married had kids with Don. Violet felt whole as a wanna be woman. She told her story to their mixed son and daughter.
"And that is how mommy became a black sister." said Violet.
"For Real, For Real, Mom?." said both of her kids.
Violet grinned. "For Real, For Real."