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Starting name: Damon

age: 19

current frat brother
for Ab1nsur

new race-7 mixed race, 6+1 mixed white and indigenous; heads (still American)/ 5-white/Grey hair / height rolls 4and 5 5'5” /build roll 3-average build / age roll 6 - stays current age just becomes sorority junior year

new name Jacira

Damon heard all the commotion while he was playing PS5. Yeah he was one of the lucky ones to actually snag a PS5. He had stuck his head out the door and figured one of the older brothers probably was a bit too handsy.

He didn't like this “woke” PC bullshit. He would never and he meant never touch a girl without consent but what was consent even anymore. Whatever didn't matter none of the girls seemed to care about him anyway. He saw the frat president heading away so he figured, whatever the issue was probably resolved.

He pulled out his phone to check on the shipping status of the new controller he bought when he got a message, that said it was from his Aunt Reyna. She wanted to know if she was going to be coming home for the midwinter festival. He was going to ask who it was then he remembered how much fun the festival was on the reservation. His mother performing the bear dance.

Reservation? What the actual fuck, he wasn't some native. He was a full blood white Midwestern.......half Iroquois first nation woman. No that wasn't right she was a man, no he was a woman. No joking here.....joke hera, jocehera.....Jacira....She was Jacira. She was studying pre law with plans to go to law school to help lobby for better treatment of indigenous people

With her identity cemented in her mind her room and body for the estrogen overload it needed. Her hair which had flowed out long and silky faded to a pure white snow. She had lost all color in her hair as a child and it never came back. Her lanky frame shrank down to a still reasonable 5'5” and her body moved fat around like a kid playing with play dough. Her breast pooled out to an average size, but her face became fair and pretty. She texted back “of course I will be there, I wouldn't miss it” Even though she was a mixed race she always felt completely at home with the tribe. As the sorority's vice president she decided to go check in with Tori. There was sure to be chaos as there were more XMN members.

Description

Starting name: Damon

age: 19

current frat brother
for Ab1nsur

new race-7 mixed race, 6+1 mixed white and indigenous; heads (still American)/ 5-white/Grey hair / height rolls 4and 5 5'5” /build roll 3-average build / age roll 6 - stays current age just becomes sorority junior year

new name Jacira

Damon heard all the commotion while he was playing PS5. Yeah he was one of the lucky ones to actually snag a PS5. He had stuck his head out the door and figured one of the older brothers probably was a bit too handsy.

He didn't like this “woke” PC bullshit. He would never and he meant never touch a girl without consent but what was consent even anymore. Whatever didn't matter none of the girls seemed to care about him anyway. He saw the frat president heading away so he figured, whatever the issue was probably resolved.

He pulled out his phone to check on the shipping status of the new controller he bought when he got a message, that said it was from his Aunt Reyna. She wanted to know if she was going to be coming home for the midwinter festival. He was going to ask who it was then he remembered how much fun the festival was on the reservation. His mother performing the bear dance.

Reservation? What the actual fuck, he wasn't some native. He was a full blood white Midwestern.......half Iroquois first nation woman. No that wasn't right she was a man, no he was a woman. No joking here.....joke hera, jocehera.....Jacira....She was Jacira. She was studying pre law with plans to go to law school to help lobby for better treatment of indigenous people

With her identity cemented in her mind her room and body for the estrogen overload it needed. Her hair which had flowed out long and silky faded to a pure white snow. She had lost all color in her hair as a child and it never came back. Her lanky frame shrank down to a still reasonable 5'5” and her body moved fat around like a kid playing with play dough. Her breast pooled out to an average size, but her face became fair and pretty. She texted back “of course I will be there, I wouldn't miss it” Even though she was a mixed race she always felt completely at home with the tribe. As the sorority's vice president she decided to go check in with Tori. There was sure to be chaos as there were more XMN members.