Pale-faced and aghast, your brother stared at his letter wordlessly, unsure what to make of it.

You take the letter from him and read it. Indeed, he had been assigned into the **** class and was told to report to the local ****-processing plant that coming Monday where he would be assigned a sub-class and trained immediately for his new role.

'Fate is cruel', you think to yourself quietly.

You've always expected that your brother would be placed in the Master class. Growing up, he was always the more confident, physically gifted, and dominant of the two of you. At the same time however, you couldn't help but think that this was probably karma. While you and Aaron were close, he made sure that you knew that your place was beneath him. He didn't make your life miserable but he definitely didn't make life pleasant for you growing up. And when he found out that you were gay and had a crush on his best friend, he used it as leverage to bully you around.

"This must be a mistake-" Aaron finally managed to croak out as the reality of his predicament sunk in, "I can't be a ****. I mean, if he's a Mast-"

Aaron suddenly turned around to face you. With crazied eyes, he shouted at you, "You did this. You switched our letters, didn't you?"

He leaped forward and grabbed you by your shirt, "You faggot. You fucking piece of shit. Change this back now!"