You wake in the morning, sunlight filtering through your bedroom curtains as your alarm buzzes softly on the nightstand. Rolling over to shut it off, your hand brushes against something unfamiliar—soft, yielding flesh where firm muscle should be. Your eyes snap open.

Sitting up quickly, you glance down at your chest, where two distinct mounds push against the thin fabric of your old band t-shirt. Panic surges through you like electricity as you throw back the covers and stumble toward your mirror, nearly tripping over a discarded pair of jeans.

The reflection staring back isn't yours. The face is softer, with high cheekbones and full lips. Your hair has grown longer overnight, cascading in waves around a slender neck. When you raise a hand to touch your face, the feminine hand in the mirror does the same. This can't be happening. You pinch yourself, feeling the sharp pain that confirms this is real.

A loud knock at your door makes you jump. "Bro? You coming?" Gary's voice booms through the wood. "We need to leave in like ten minutes if we're gonna be on time for class." His footsteps recede down the hallway as you stand frozen, heart pounding in your new chest, unsure how to respond or even if your voice will still sound the same.