Swapped case?

You enter the bus stop to wait inside for your brother's friend when you realize the case doesn't have quite the right weight to it, and also has a unfamiliar sticker on it.

"Could that negro have put it on here?" you wonder aloud, brushing your blonde hair aside as you bend over to inspect it closer, discovering it says I (heart) BBC. "Why would he go to the trouble to put that sticker on my bag?" you wonder, not being a fan of British television.

You look around and see everyone else is busying themselves with magazines and snacks and your heart skips a beat when you notice a large black man enter the bus terminal and worry its your tormentor on the bus. "Thank God, it's not him," you reassure yourself, but of course the bus was dark and all negroes look the same to you. You suspect that it might be your brother's friend, but you're not sure, trying to recall any detail or if a description of your escort was in your brother's note. The black man notices you, and certainly seems like he wants to get to know you as he looks your busty teen body up and down.