A parade

Bria Jeurgen looked every bit the glamorous beauty queen when she arrived that morning to appear in this year's Diversity and Awareness Parade: her glittering tiara perched atop of her carefully styled blonde up-do, the teen wore a long gown with a plunging neckline and high slit along the side of her leg, topped off with daring stiletto heels. She was greeted by the parade marshal, a local businessman named Omar Zayd.

"You are a vision of beauty!" he exclaimed as he embraced her. "We are honored that you have come; we thought that old racist Jerry Ross would never permit it...!"

Bria smiled awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders. "Where do you want me, Mr. Zayd?"

"Call me 'Oz', everyone does," he told her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "We don't have a specific 'beauty queen' float, but we thought we would integrate you more directly into our anti-racism message." She nodded eagerly until he explained the rationale. "Since the perception is that you don't like minorities and immigrants..."

"What?" she gasped, horrified. "Why?"

"Well, being white doesn't help," Oz sighed as he led her through the parade participants. "A beauty queen with blonde hair and blue eyes? Please. And you haven't really embraced minorities in your own life, not like you should, or at least not publicly." The man led the bewildered teen to a float that read "Interracial Harmony" and looked, to Bria, like a big wedding cake. "But we're going to change opinions starting today, aren't we?"

"Uh huh," she said, glancing up at her perch high over the street. "So I'll be up there?"

"Yeah, with Julius here," Oz gestured at a black man in a 'wife-beater' vest and sweatpants as he approached, "we want people to realize it's not taboo for a black man and a white girl to be together." Bria's mouth dropped open as she gazed at the giant, who was at least a foot taller than her and close to twice her weight, a shaved head, a mouth full of golden teeth, and arms and shoulders covered in fearsome tattoos.

"I feel a little overdressed," Bria stammered as Julius took hold of her arm and checked her out front and back.

"Well, if I just take that dress off you, we're in business," Julius hissed and Oz laughed as the busty blonde clutched self-consciously at her dress. "Hey, Oz, she's the first blonde girl I seen since I got outta prison!"

"Okay, you guys have fun," Oz waved goodbye as he walked away.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Bria shook her head, hands on her hips. "How am I supposed to get up there?"

"I'll help you," Julius offered as he moved behind her. "Hey, do you know Muz from Norville?"

"Moose Lundgren?" Bria asked, suddenly interested. "Of course! He's so funny, we used to go to school together... how do you know him?"

"No, Muzaffar al Harith, he's a Somali gangster from the trailer park there," Julius laughed. "He says you're such a racist that you never had a black boyfriend, and I told him once you saw my foot-long dick you'd be cured." He pushed her against the float, and she could feel his erection against her backside as his hand ran up her side toward her breast. "How about we skip out of here and get you fixed up?"