A black camaro turned on to the street and raced toward him. Rick recognized the driver as the quarterback from the crosstown rival high school. He wishes he was him in that hot camaro.
He suddenly is driving again. Dark hands steer the wheel. The bulge has returned to his crotch, his pants suddenly seem very tight. He steps on the accelerator, and flees from his humiliation as a nerd. Rick looks at himself in the mirror, he is afraid he'll change again. He's not as handsome as he was, but he feels a lot stronger, and his dick must be a lot bigger based on the outline it was making in his shorts.
Back on the street corner, Bill Alexander blinks. He cannot believe it, his skin turned white. All his life he felt like second best compared to whites, and he'd resented whites for his feeling of inadequacy. He strove to achieve to prove that he was as good as any white boy. Bill had quarterbacked his team to the state championship defeating crosstown rival and arrogant white boy Rick Hammerschmidt. He had earned a 4.0. He had proven that he was as good if not better than a white man. But he could never be a white man. Suddenly, now he was a white man. He stared at his hands and wiggled his fingers, the gold ring glittered in the fading sunlight. The fact that he was now a scrawny light weight was totally ignored in light of his new race.