I have an audience with the president, i am the last black Republican in America. I’m gestured into the Oval Office, where Biden sits. His figure menacingly looming over me. I walk to his desk, and sit down. He tells me to speak. I look into the black void of his sunglasses look in his eyes, and plead my case to him, his expression never changes. I finish by saying that I thought Trump was a good president. To my surprise, Biden starts laughing to himself, he slowly stands up, and looms over me. He removes his sunglasses, and puts them on his desk before he burrows his eyebrows at me, all while still grinning. His blue eyes peer deep into my soul. I shudder, my insides feel colder than the ice cream he holds in his left hand. His mouth opens, and a single sentence drops from his lips “then you ain’t black”. I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body, I look at my right hand, and realize that it’s changing. The dark black is starting to fade to a white. Starting with my fingers, it expands, and starts crawling up my arm. Before I can process, my entire right arm has turned a shade of Caucasian. I look up to the president, as he watches smugly, and licks his ice-cream. I look at my left arm, and realize that the transformation has already happened, I look at a mirror, but it’s too late, my melanin is almost nonexistent, I’ve become white, Biden calls for his bodyguards, they grab me by the arms, I try to fight, but it’s too late. They drag me out of the office, and down the hall, the only thing I can hear now is Biden’s cackling as his guards drag me to god knows where.