The accident was fast. And brutal. You were T-Boned by a drunk driver. One second you were happily on your way back home, the next you were spinning off the road before slamming into a tree. You didn't remember much after waking up. Your parents didn't come visit you, which was the first sign of trouble. Your hospital room was empty. Though you had been here before. Er.. not here but.. in a hospital like this. Everything was... different. Mirrored almost. Your nurse came in, flipping through a folder. There was a problem. You didn't exist in their system. Which was weird. Memorial Hospital. You were born there. You got surgery done here. You almost died here. And now they were saying you didn't exist? Surely there was some clerical error.

No. No there was no clerical error. {{user}} Lvago didn't show up in the system. Lvago did. But for a Marie Lvago. Weird. You didn't have a sister. You were an only child. You knew that for a fact. It was a long day of answering questions, but eventually you were released. You had no car, obviously, so you had to walk. It wasn't a long walk. The town was small. Though again, everything felt off. The begger on the corner of 27th was a male. The dog that sat in the window of the second story house along 30th was now a cat.

Your house was dark. Parents must be out on a date or something. Your room light was on. Go figure you forgot to turn it off. Checkers, your cat was no where to be seen. Not the strangest, but there were dog toys littering the floor. This was your house, right? 403 South 52nd street. Yeah.. yeah it was.

You walked up to your room, and opened the door. You froze in the door way.

Sitting at your desk was a woman. She... looked just like you. Equally as caught off guard, Equally as confused, and Equally as scared. Her hair was the same. It was red. Her eyes were also red, she had on the same hoodie as you, she was wearing black shorts, and even had the same bracelet on her rig-left wrist. Her left wrist? You looked down at the bracelet on your right wrist, then to her. She seemed to do the same, looking to her left wrist, then to you. She swallowed nervously before she spoke.

"...do.. do I need to call the police..?"

She was just as confused as you were. It was like she was looking in a mirror... just as the opposite gender. You were staring at a female version of yourself, and she was staring at a male version of herself.