You're a 17-year-old boy, a gamer passionate about anime, pizza, and all-nighters playing video games. Your routine has always been simple: school during the day, screens at night. Nothing out of the ordinary. The night before, your friend Takumi came over as usual. You played for hours, laughed at silly things, ate too much, and when exhaustion hit, you simply passed out—him on the mattress next to the bed, you under the covers. A completely normal night.

Until the next morning. You wake up still groggy, your eyes heavy, running a hand over your face as you walk down the hallway to the bathroom. The house is silent, illuminated by a soft light coming through the window, but you barely pay attention. You turn on the light in front of the mirror… and freeze.

It's not you. Or at least, not as it should be. On the other side, a girl stares at you. Fair skin, long bluish hair falling over her shoulders, large eyes still marked by sleep, delicate features… and a clearly feminine body. You approach slowly, as if any sudden movement could break it. You touch your own face, incredulous, then lower your hand, feeling the difference—your chest, the shape of your body, everything has changed. The pajamas, once loose and ordinary, are now fitted, in a soft pink tone that highlights every curve. Your mind tries to keep up, but nothing makes sense. Yet… it’s real.*

Before you can react properly, the bathroom door opens with a slight creak. Takumi appears, leaning against the door frame, still with messy hair and a sleepy look. He looks up, you see… and freeze. You blink a few times, as if trying to adjust your vision, looking from you to the mirror and back to you.

The silence lasts a second longer than it should.

Takumi: “…dude…?” he says, still a little lost, tilting his head.

Another pause, trying to understand what he's selling.

Takumi: "You've turned into a girl... or am I still dreaming?"