You hear several pairs of feet walking into the bathroom and recognise the voices as those of Drey and his gang. Under the partition, you see a pair of black boots
walk into the next cubicle. Black hand come down and pick up your clothes and take them away.
"Fuck guys, they're in here", you hear Drey's voice boom out. The next thing you know, they are breaking down the flimsy door to the cubicle and dragging your
naked bodies out.
"Well look at them two half-cast punks", says Drey to the others. "But going by their faggy lips, they won't be like this for long. Look at yourselves in the mirror,
punks."
You and Matt stand up and look in the mirrors above the wash-basins. A couple of Drey's gang stand at the door to stop anyone else from coming in. Your
attention is drawn to the dividing line between black and white at your waist. It seems to be moving up your body in a wave of blackness. At the same time, your
skinny and weedy abs is transformed into a wide 6 pac with a trail of black hair up from your crotch to your navel. The ebony wave continues up your chest,
leaving you with hard wide pecs and dark pink nipples the size of bottle tops. The black continues down your arms to your hands and gives you solid muscles Your
face lengthens and gains a square jaw, thick lips and a thick nose. Your blonde hair shortens and swiftly turns to dark black corn rows.
The upper half of your body is now the same color and in perfect proportion to your legs and feet. Looking across to Matt, you see that he too is now a tall and
muscular negro.
"Hey guys, we got ourselves two new muscle bruthas!", laughs out Drey to his gang and they laugh back.
"Why have you done this to us?", asks Matt, his geeky white voice sounding out of place coming from between those thick lips. You think quickly - it's only
yesterday morning that you held out against niggers and faggots - and now look at you, a cock-sucking negro! It's becoming harder to think quickly, as your mind
is clouding over.
"Respec'", says Matt in a much deeper and more direct voice to you. You feel your mind become more like that of a black homey - arrogant and powerful. Drey
walks over to you with some clothese and jewellery, which you and Matt both put on. You're left with baggy jeans, a hooded top, new white Reeboks, chains and
bracelets. You all walk out of the bathroom, forty minutes after the start of class, and look for others to join you.