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As Name Changer gleefully looked at the two names written for Emma Frost, he noticed a certain... error... he made. Luckily, with the names jotted down in pencil, Name Changer simply grabbed his eraser and rubbed away the unwanted words tacked on in the
thoughtless scribbling of the woman's new title. To confirm no other mishaps, he read them aloud.
"Emma Spring - The White Princess," then, with the words 'Great' and 'Queen' removed from the next one... "Emma-Lou Frost - The White Trash."
Just as Emma Spring looked away, pounds upon pounds melted off Emma-Lou Frost, The White Trash's body. That thick neck became skinny once again, flabby arms returned to their original thinness, and any hint of a double chin utterly disappeared with the fat
that had made it. Much of her other features remained, from her huge silicone-stuffed tits to a bit of a beer belly, made up for with extra trashiness for her to fit her part.
She stank of booze, filth and sex, the two things most important to a piece of white trash like her - any time, any place, especially if she got some dirt cheap beer or a pack of smokes out of her fuckin'. Hair grew in her armpits, and with thick black eyeliner,
she had the look of an older, skankier Ke$ha. This status took on renewed vigor as multi-colored glitter sparkled on her cleavage, with her stained, ripped up white tanktop showing her bra underneath, one of the straps slipped down her arm, and a tiny pair
of tight white shorts hugging her ass under her exposed belly. Then, as if to announce its completion after a new array of tattoos, rhine stones emerged from under Emma-Lou's skin at her lower back, taking the place of a tramp stamp while displaying two words,
her new moniker: WHITE TRASH.
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