Soapy Surprise
While you shower, you begin to notice a tingling on your skin. It felt familiar and soothing for a whole second until you realize that it’s the same tingling sensation you got when you first put on that bluish green goop yesterday. Panic sets in as you consider that it could be making you younger still: the last thing you want.
Determined to get that stuff off you lather your whole body again, scrubbing furiously. You know you’re getting it off because the sensation becomes soothing. You don’t want to get soap in your eyes, so you drop the washcloth and begin to gently wipe your face with your hands.
You are so relaxed you almost forget why you’re taking this shower. The warm water caresses your body as you begin to run your fingers through your hair. You are starting to really enjoy this when without warning you feel like your skin is on fire.
Your mind tells you it isn’t the water but you reach down to adjust the knob to cold. As you open your eyes, horror grips you and you gasp. Instead of being white, the thick layer of soap covering your body has the same shade of blue green that the goop had, only now it seemed to shine like neon. “…. NOOO!!!...”, you scream. Your body is glowing with it.
Your skin feels like it is on fire as you push the water down to its coldest setting. Almost immediately you know you’ve done the wrong thing because now the soap won’t rinse off your skin. Even after you manage to grab the washcloth and wipe yourself down, you feel like a thin layer of rubber is still encasing you. You push the temperature back up a little and notice the pain decrease.
Confident that your nightmare is nearly over, you renew your efforts to scrub your skin free of that goop and the soap. Even though it seems to take forever, you scrub until your skin has that clean, squeaky feeling. Stepping out of the shower, you let the droplets fall free, not attempting to towel down your now raw skin.
You look around for some sort of lotion to coat yourself and shudder. Even though there is no way on earth you’re ever going to smear anything all over your body again, something else … a new horror adds to your predicament.
“… oh no …”, your voice whispers. There standing in the mirror looking back at you is an African American boy. Not only were you going to have to grow up all over again, but you were going to have to face life like this.
Your mind begins to take in what your eyes can’t deny. You take in the true terror of your troubles. Setting aside the fact that you have a cock as thick as your forearm and balls the size of baseballs; you have chocolate coloured skin; and all that pretty blonde hair was now short, nappy and black – your eyes were still sky blue. A half-breed was treated worse than any ….
You couldn’t even bring yourself to think the ‘N’ word, but that’s what you are now. You cringe as you remember how many times up until this moment you’ve used that word. You step up to the mirror to study the full effect of this mess you’ve gotten yourself into. You don’t just have brown skin, your lips are fat and protruding from your face. Your thick jaw juts forward accentuating your fat cheeks. You run your hands over your spongy hair and sigh. Your now flat nose flares as you draw in your breath.
Every insult and snide remark you’ve ever made to ‘those kind of people’ surfaces in your mind. As your lips curl in revulsion at what you’ve become, your large, white prominent teeth flash in the light. You turn yourself in the mirror and view the big butt you’ve acquired – knowing it’s totally karmic.
Tears fill your eyes. “I can’t live like this …”, you bawl as you drop to the floor in utter despair. “What now?”, you sob as you hear a knock at the door.