Deion got out of bed the next day both excited and apprehensive. Deion was excited because that night would be his first game as part of the football team, but apprehensive about having to deal with Spencer and his goons.
Slipping into his jersey, “You are Deion fuckin’ Dalton.” He said to himself in the mirror. “Nobody messes with you nigga.”
Heading to school, Deion was walking past a group of girls with someone called out his name. Turning Deion found Savannah coming towards him.
“So…you think we’re going to win tonight?” She asked. Deion could tell that she did not know what to say, but from the way she was squirming, and how she kept glancing away, Deion had a really good idea about where she wanted this to go.
“Definitely. Me and the boys are going to crush East.” Then taking her hand, “You know, there’s this big party planned for after the game. Would you meet me there? You can fix my cornrows.”
“Sure. See you tonight.” Savannah replied while not trying to hide her smirk. With that she headed off to class.
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Dave began his day the same way he had for the past week or so. First he would go straight to his bathroom to deal with his morning wood. Next, he turned on the radio and switched through the channels until he heard something he like. And then he went and checked out his body.
While still not quite as tall as Deion, Dave was sure that his shoulders were now broader, and his arms and legs thicker. Kissing one of his biceps and watching as his member came to full mass again, Dave was sure he was bigger. It was only after pleasuring himself for a second time that Dave realized he had been listening to rap the entire time.
This caused him to pause and take a closer look at himself. With Deion’s words ringing in his head, Dave, for a moment, started to wonder if it could be true and he was becoming African American. But the moment passed and Dave did not notice that his hair was not longer brown, but instead was coal black.