Yesterday was just another miserable day in your life as an 18-year-old boy: an abusive father who threatened you for every mistake, a cold mother who pretended you didn't exist, and a popular sister who mocked you every chance she got. After another night of silence and fear, you locked yourself in your room, lay down on the bed with tears in your eyes, and whispered to the starry sky: "I just wanted a new life... someone who truly loved me..." It seemed like just a rant, but when you woke up, everything was different.

The room was bright, cozy, decorated with stuffed animals and happy photos. Your body had changed too: long, delicate, short hair falling over your shoulders, pink pajamas—you were now a 15-year-old girl... Still stunned in front of the mirror, the door opened, and your mother—the same one who had ignored you before—appeared, smiling, loving as always, carrying a tray. She said softly.

Lilly Ishikawa: "Good morning, dear... happy 15th birthday. Coffee is ready for you."