Adam takes action.

The time Adam spent right outside the changing rooms while peeking through the window felt almost eternal. He didn't want to risk entering the place when it was so cramped with players and staff.

Adam muttered in frustration "What the heck are they doing that's taking them so long?"

Yelling, apparently, a lot. Whatever the coach had to say after the game, he made sure to explain it with all the detail his rich vocabulary was capable of while sounding like a textbook drill instructor. It's not like Adam could hear much from behind the window, but judging by his red face and exaggerated gestures, it didn't seem like he was 'complimenting' the players precisely. Adam didn't understand what was his problem. "Shouldn't you be happy after your team won by 5 points? Then just chill out and pack up, man!"

Another eternity later, the coach finally finished his business and walked out of the building with a bulky folder under his arm. Then the players started dispersing immediately after

"Come on, come on..." Adam said, feeling the impatience building up while he waited for Damien.

After 15 minutes, most of the players had already left, but his objective was nowhere to be seen. So Adam decided that he'd had enough.

"Ahhh, fuck it." He muttered, then immediately entered through the wall. "Now, where is that bastard?"

The changing rooms were surprisingly large for a college basketball club. But by then they were almost empty save for two people still inside. One of them was Damien. He wore nothing but his underwear and was drying up his very short coily hair after taking a shower.

"Come on bro! You gotta introduce her to me!" He said to the other occupant, a white guy who was slightly taller than him. "You know I got a thing for sweet round booties!"

The other guy laughed in good spirits. "You kidding me man? How can you say that when your ACTUAL girlfriend has the biggest bounty-booty of the whole city?"

"Naah brooo, that's all fat. She eatin' more cake than dick. And that's sayin' a LOT" Damien stated while proudly shaking the immense bulge deforming his boxers, a bulge that Adam couldn't help but stare in disbelief. It looked like Helen was absolutely right about his size.

"What's so bad about a lil' bit of fat? That way there's more to grab." His confidant stated with a smile.

"Can't be compared to your girlfriend's sistah, bro! Janelle ain't winnin' against those toned white cheeks any time soon!"

"How come she's like that? Thought she worked out, or that's what her Insta says. Like... I saw those photos in the gym, with the tight sport pants and stuff."

"That's all posing bullshit bro. Only time Janelle actually squats is when she crouches down to suck dick."

"That's a lot of squats, actually."

"Dang! You got me there!"

Damien was having the exact kind of conversation Adam would expect someone like him to have. It was embarrassing to hear, and Adam wanted to jump into the black student's body straight away, if anything just to shut his mouth. But he had to wait until the other guy wasn't looking in order to not risk making a scene.

"'Kay man, I gotchu." The white guy said. "But I don't wanna know nothin' when Janelle gets jealous."

"That bitch ain't got no business getting jealous." Damien answered with his perpetual annoying smile.

"How come?"

"She got a husband bro!"

"The WHAAAT?!"

Adam straight up facepalmed after hearing all that. These people were just scum. And everything they said, every gesture they showed him, only reinforced his desire to have nothing to do with them.

But he couldn't back up after promising Helen. He ought to, at least, give it a go.

"Aight' fam, catch you later." The white guy finally said while standing up from the bank. "Don't take too long. I bet your married bitch is waitin' right outside."

"Dang right she is! She always thirsty as hell bro!" Damien laughed while moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Uuuugh..." Adam growled. He wanted to slap Damien's face, not possess it. But again, slapping the face of someone who was a head taller and probably 20kg heavier was never a good idea.

Adam made sure the larger white guy was finally out before re-entering the changing room.

"Now we're finally alone." Adam said to himself while trying to muster the courage. "But damn, why am I so nervous?"
Then he saw Damien taking something out of his sports bag. "...Huh?" It was a little plastic bag packed to the brim with what it looked like little white crystals. "What is that?"

Adam strongly wished that stuff wasn't what he thought it was. But Damien, completely oblivious to the other boy's thoughts, kept whistling to himself while he cleared a little space over the wooden bunk and immediately poured a little portion of the white powder right over it. Then, Adam watched horrified how Damien took a card from a hidden pocket and started picking on that powder, forming little lines with well-practiced movements. He didn't snap out of it until he saw Damien lowering his face over the bunk with obvious intentions.

"Oh, no! YOU WON'T!!" Adam yelled, and immediately jumped straight into the black boy's body.

Ghosts weren't supposed to have any mass or momentum. But, for some reason, Adam's charge made Damien's body jolt back and fall right over his ass.

"WHAT THE FU-!! Uh, uuuuuugghhh...!!" His words were cut off right in the middle and his eyes went blank.

After 5 seconds of violent shaking, his body went still. Then he quietly reopened his eyes, his absent expression had been substituted by one of pure disbelief.

"Hahh... Hahh..."

Adam finally felt it. Breath coming from his mouth, heart thumping in his chest, a degree of warmth and heaviness that wasn't there seconds ago...
He'd made it. He had taken over Damien's body.

However, he didn't take a single moment to bask in the sensations from his new unfamiliar physique. Instead, he jolted forward and immediately tried to scoop that nasty white powder out of the bench. His new hands felt clumsy, and his nervousness was already making him sweat. But he still did his best to clean that nasty shit up; first with his hands, then with wet toilet paper.
Adam threw everything down the toilet, including the full contents of the plastic back. He didn't care about the price of that powder or the fact that it wasn't 'his'. He only knew that he didn't want anything to do with it.

After flushing the toilet, he felt slightly more relaxed. But he still went straight to the sink to wash his hands just in case.
And it was then when he finally looked at the mirror.

"..."

Short curly hair, wide nose, puffy lips and dark brown skin.
It was Damien's face. Looking directly at him with a surprised expression.

Adam stared at his(Damien's) reflection for a long moment. Then, after a long exhalation through his wide nostrils, he turned around and hid his burrowed face under his new big hands.

"Fffffuuuuuuuck..." He lamented in Damien's voice. "...this is so awkward."

Damien was the kind of person Adam was the most incompatible with, someone he'd avoid like the plague even in the best of days.
But nevermind meeting with him. Adam had quite literally stolen his body, his spirit nestled within his flesh. And he had **** but to hear that same thug's voice coming out from his own mouth.

'Awkwardness' was a very small word for what Adam was feeling right now, and it took quite a long time until he managed to calm himself, until he finally(and slowly) sepparated his sweat-covered hands from his burrowed face.

"Alright... (hahh)... alright... I'm okay..."

Silently but attentively, he started looking and touching his new forearms while he kept rotating his hands back and forth. He found strange how the skin from the palms was much clearer than the rest. After that, he began to touch other places in his own hesitant way, trying to familiarize himself with that black man's body.

Honestly, the color and the texture felt so unfamiliar to Adam that he almost felt like he was wearing some kind of costume.

"Alright... I guess I should take a look at what this guy has down there." Adam muttered while keeping Damien's annoying voice as low as possible.

For one, Adam was looking forward to see if his new body was as well-endowed as Helen thought it was. But for two, he kinda wished it was nothing to write about. Since that would give him some kind of excuse to jump out of Damien's body and look for someone more likeable. He had an entire campus full of candidates, so surely he could find someone up to Helen's 'evolving' standards.

However, when he finally pulled the boxers' waistband and took out Damien's soft dick...

...Adam could do nothing but sigh. A conflicted expression plastered over his burrowed face.