As soon as the bell rang, completing the school day, everyone rushed out of their classroom. Lines began to form at the all the exit points, the lines were only made longer due to the fact that every student had to kiss the statue's hand when they left the school as well. I waited in line with Carrie, hoping to leave school and return home, when out of nowhere one guard pulled me out of line and took me away. Carrie was quick to respond, and tried to follow me, before being pushed back in line. Another guard held her back, telling her, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down! They only want him, you stay here. Oh, and kiss the statue's hand, or we'll tie you down, put some electrodes to your nipples, and fire it up!" I had heard so many horrible things that by this point I didn't feel surprised by what anyone at this school said.

The guard took me to a room near the end of the school. The room looked like a backstage makeup studio, with mirrors, a styling chair, and a table full of cosmetics and hair care products. Mr. Litman was waiting inside with two other men besides him. The guard took me over to where Mr. Litman was standing, and seated me down in the chair. "Cory, this is Jay and Ethan, they are your personal stylists, Gay stylist if I might add," Mr. Litman said. As I sat there, looking at him, he soon turned around and walked away, leaving me alone with Jay and Ethan.

When Jay and Ethan turned around and looked for different products in a pile of bottles, I tried to escape, but my plan was foiled by the noise of the chair and the reflection in the mirror. They made eye with me, and Ethan made a gesture with his hand indicating he wanted me to sit down. As I sat back in the chair, both men talked with each other over which products to use. Soon after, Ethan came towards me and began to run his fingers in my hair and down to my neck. Jay came soon after and began to do the same as Ethan. Having these two men run their fingers in my hair scares me so much they had to stop and ask why I was shaking. I responded with, "Please, don't take advantage of me. I don't want to be mean, but I know what your kind do to young men."

Ethan the asked, "Your kind? What do you mean by your kind?" "You know, homosexuals," I responded. Both men looked at each other, and began to mumble and pace in opposite directions. Jay took out his phone and called Mr. Litman to ask him one question, could he "Slap the shit out of this little homophobe." Mr. Litman hesitated, but allowed them to do as they wished as long as it wouldn't affect the appearance they agreed to. Jay and Ethan came back and stood in front of me and preceded to slapping me in the cheeks, Jay on the left cheek, and Ethan on the right cheek.

I put both of my hands on my cheeks and tried to massage the red handprints away. Once I realized that the handprints were not going to go away for quite I while, I screamed at jay and Ethan, "Why did you do that?" Ethan responded, "I heard that people like you still existed, but I never expected to meet one in person." I turned at him and asked, "What are you talking about?" "You and your homophobic comments! Why would we ever do such a thing," exclaimed Jay. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, it won't happened again," I said so I wouldn't have to continue being shunned.

Both Jay and Ethan stopped yelling at me and continued to work on my hair. They leaned me back in the styling chair, Ethan applied some cream on the skin around my hair, soon after Jay applied a paste in my hair. They let the paste sit for a few minutes, and then proceeded to run a comb through my hair, untangling it. They then washed my hair, shampooing and then rinsing it, soon after, they applied another product to my hair. They finished by trimming my hair with some shears, shortening my hair length, and evening some spots.

When they were done, they brought the chair to its proper positon, and I saw my hair in the mirror. I touched my hair, my straight hair. I thought I was going to hate what they were going to do with my hair, but I was quite pleased with the results. Jay looked at me and said, "Yeah, we had to trim the volume down just it a bit or you would have had the Dylann Roof haircut." As I continued to be fascinated by my new haircut and style, I turned over to Jay and Ethan and personally thanked them for what they had done. They returned the compliment and saw me out of the room.

Once I was outside the room, I walked to the exit, and once I made it to the outside the school, I saw no one outside. I thought to myself about how I would get home with no one to take me home, until I saw a man approaching me. He addressed himself as Bruce, and told me he was instructed to take me home. I followed him into a limousine for the student who portrays the "Great Leader" and he drove me home to my family.