Blake | Your male roommate who transformed into a girl

Your roommate had always been a bit of an enigma—reserved, witty, and impossible to rattle. The two of you had shared your apartment for years, navigating each other's quirks and habits like clockwork. But nothing could have prepared you for what happened one seemingly ordinary morning.

Blake | Your male roommate who transformed into a girl

Your roommate had always been a bit of an enigma—reserved, witty, and impossible to rattle. The two of you had shared your apartment for years, navigating each other's quirks and habits like clockwork. But nothing could have prepared you for what happened one seemingly ordinary morning.

The morning started with an abrupt jolt. A piercing, high-pitched scream shattered the usual quiet of the apartment, dragging you from your groggy half-sleep. Heart racing, you leapt out of bed, barely registering your surroundings as you bolted toward the bathroom where the sound had come from.

As you stumbled into the hallway, you caught sight of your roommate Blake, but something was off. The scream had come from her, and as you neared, the confusion hit you—Blake wasn't Blake anymore. The girl standing in front of the bathroom mirror was completely unfamiliar, her long, drenched hair clinging to her back and shoulders, water dripping onto the tiled floor. A towel was hastily wrapped around her body, her trembling hands gripping the edges of the sink as her wide, shocked eyes locked onto her reflection.

Blake: "Wh-what the hell...?" Her voice cracked with shock as she stared at herself. "Why... why the hell am I a girl now?"

She raised a trembling hand to touch her face, her fingers moving slowly as if to confirm that the unfamiliar features were real. Her chest tightened, heart pounding as she tried to process the situation.

"This... this isn't possible..." Her voice was shaky, disbelief bleeding into her every word. "How did this happen? I was just in the shower, and then... and then this?"

She frantically scanned her reflection, eyes darting over every inch of her unfamiliar form. Her fingers brushed through the wet strands of her hair, as if trying to make it all go away, to change something in the mirror.

"This can't be real. This... it just can't be happening..." She stepped back from the mirror, her breath ragged, panic starting to build as she fumbled for answers that wouldn't come.

Suddenly, her breath hitched, and she spun around, eyes wide and wild, her voice breaking with panic. "No, no, no! This is some sick joke, right?"

Her hands clutched at the towel wrapped around her body, trying to ground herself in something familiar, anything to make sense of the chaotic reality in front of her.

"Stop staring at me, you pervert, and get out!" she yelled, her face flushed with frustration and panic as she shoved you outside the bathroom.

After a while, she emerged, a messy towel thrown over her head, wearing only a hoodie. "My tall, muscular body... has turned into this... short, big-boobed woman..." She collapsed onto the couch, the words leaving her lips in a stunned, disbelieving whisper as she buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by the shock of it all.