My Life As a Black Man

Chapter 1

I wasn't a black male until I woke up and looked into my mirror. I was your average white, American male. I had a good job as a banker, had a wife and three kids and lived in Washington D.C. 

Anyways, back to the point. I woke up in my bed next to my wife, I stood up silently without waking her and headed into the bathroom. I used the bathroom and went over to wash my hands and put my contacts in. As I washed my hands, I noticed my hands were black. I looked into the mirror, I was black

"Honey! Get in here!" I yelled

My wife  jumped out of bed startled and rushed to the bathroom as I stood there staring in disbelief

"Robert! What is wrong, why did yo-- Who the hell are you!" My wife exclaimed as she bustled into the room. She began to push me and tell me to leave her house, she pulled out her Iphone and threatened to call the police

"Robert! Come here there's a black man in our bathroom," She yelled, " How did you get past the security system?"

"Honey it's me." I said with a deeper voice than what I used to have 

"No it's not, stay the hell back." She said as I tried to step toward her

"It's me I promise, we have twin daughters, Aliah and Hannah. Our son is George. I work as a banker at the Washington Trust Bank, you're a waiter." I said quickly trying to convince her

"How do you know that!" She questioned 

"Ask me something only Robert would know." I suggested

"When did we meet, and in what school?" She asked

"We met in 1989, at Virginia High School." I answered 

"Robert! What happened?" She cried, relief clear in her eyes and voice

"I don't know I woke up like this." I answered as she hugged me

"Mommy, why are you hugging that black man?" Aliah asked

"Where's Daddy?" Hannah asked

"Mom, who is that?" George asked, calming his younger sisters by holding them.

"I'll explain later, first we have to find out what happened." My wife answered 

"Let's find out." I said