Chad sighed. It was dark. The night was quiet. He needed clothes. He raced naked from the field house to the locker room door. He hoped no one would see him in the dark.
He used the dog tag like a credit card to open the locker room door, and headed for his locker. It took him a few minutes and tries to remember his combo. He almost got dressed, but decided he needed a shower first. He walked over to the shower room, and flipped on the light. He enjoyed a hot shower. He lathered up and scrubbed, but his skin still looked dirty. What had Rico done to him? He tried to remember, but all he could seem to remember was burying his face in guys' crotches. He inhaled and tasted and savored. No. He shook his head. He raced over to see himself in the full-length mirror. A big naked black man stared back at him. It was him, but it wasn't. His facial features were different too. His hair was black kinky, and he now had a foreskin. He wasn't just a black dyed Chad, he was an African American version of Chad. He went to his locker and hurriedly dressed. He looked at the dog-collar, and fastened it around his neck. He turned out the lights, and exited through the gym. He paused and stared at the flag mounted on the wall. The stars and stripes had been replaced by the stars and bars. What the hell was going on? He had to get to Master Bruno's. Mah-stuh? He shook his head and ran.