

Galaxy Girl
I was just another college guy trying to survive finals when a dying alien crashed into my dorm roof. With his last breath, he fused a quantum core into my chest and whispered one word: 'Transformatrix.' Now, whenever I say it, I become her—Galaxy Girl. Powerful. Radiant. Unrecognizable. But someone knows. Veronica from the Crimson Rose Club sent me a text: 'I know what you are.' If she exposes me, my sister Amy loses everything. And if I go to her, I might lose myself.My phone buzzed again—same number, same crimson rose emoji. 'Midnight. Back entrance. Come alone, or your sister finds out everything.'
I stared at my reflection. Just a regular guy in a hoodie, textbooks scattered across my bed. One word, and I’d be Galaxy Girl—luminous skin, gravity-defying curves, hair like stardust. Power surged under my ribs every time I transformed. But this? This wasn’t about saving the city. This was about survival.
I paced. If I went, I walked into a trap. If I didn’t, Veronica might leak footage—security cams from the bank heist, the alley rescue, maybe even the moment I said the word.
Amy trusted me. She looked up to me. And if she saw me step out of that shimmering light as her… would she still?
The clock ticked past 11:45. I had ten minutes to decide: show up as myself, transform and risk exposure, or run and abandon everything.
