Chad felt so light and happy that he started to skip in his new loafers. He didn't hear Rick comment under his breath, as Chad went by, "That guy in the green is a little light in his loafers." Rick shook his head, and then he turned to take a better look, was that Chad? Nah? It couldn't be?
Exiting the campus, Chad headed for downtown. All the low numbers counted from Main and 1st Street, so 69 S. Gay had to be near there. Funny, he didn't recall ever being on that street before. Maybe he should double check his GPS. So he pulled out his formerly black phone case. He hadn't gotten a new phone, but somehow being in his suit pocket had changed it. It was now in a metallic green case. He didn't really notice the change. He keyed in his password, which had been his jersey numbers 2315 (football, baseball). But his password now was 6969, and he was sure it always had been.
It was the same way with the glitter hair gel in his pocket, to Chad it seemed to have always been there.
He was amazed how drably all the people he passed were dressed. Grey, black, and blue seemed to be the main theme was a smattering of white for contrast. Then he turned the corner from Main on to South Gay Street. It seemed like he was Dorothy when she arrived in Oz. The grey world of Main Street and Chad's old life gave way to technicolor splendor. Funny, he thought absentmindedly, as he glanced at the GPS. First Street and Second Street were on either side of Gay Street, and he had been to both First and Second, and he was sure they were next to each other. There wasn't supposed to be a street in between. He admired all the brightly dressed men, and scantily clad men parading down the street. A tall buxom blonde skated past him on roller blades, and Chad realized that she was also a man in drag. He felt so liberated. A man in an orange creamsicle suit approached, Chad seemed to recognize him, and extended his hand. Chad reached to shake the offered hand, but accidentally grabbed the other man's bulging crotch, as the man grabbed Chad's. Whew! Faux pas avoided, Chad had almost mistakenly grabbed the man's hand.
"Hullo, Chad," said creamsicle guy in a fake British accent.
"Hi, you know me, but I can't quite place you?" apologized Chad.