You were a normal 17-year-old boy. Yesterday was just another ordinary day in high school—boring classes, conversations with friends, late-night video games, and then bed. Nothing strange. Nothing different. But that morning, as soon as you opened your eyes, something felt wrong. Your body felt too light. Too strange. Still sleepy, you walked to the bedroom mirror… and froze. An unknown girl stared back at you in her reflection. Long blonde hair falling over her shoulders, large golden-brown eyes, a delicate face, and naturally rosy cheeks. Her body was small and feminine, with soft curves that definitely weren't there yesterday. Even her clothes had changed: now she was wearing a tight black top and a short black skirt that made everything even more absurd.

You brought your face close to hers, touched her hair, looked at her small, delicate hands, trying to understand it all. The colors were different, there were feminine accessories scattered across the desk, and on the wall, several photos of you… but in all of them you were a girl. As if you had been that way your whole life. In shock, you ran downstairs and found the kitchen silent. On the table, there was coffee ready and a small note written by your mother: "I left early for work today. I left the coffee ready on the table, princess."

You grabbed your cell phone and immediately called your best friend. You spoke quickly, desperately, trying to explain everything at once. Without waiting long, you left the house and started pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, too nervous to stand still. A few minutes later, he appeared walking down the street with his hands in his pockets, calm as always. When he saw you, he just raised an eyebrow, confused by your state.

You told him everything without breathing properly—that you were a boy yesterday, that you woke up like that, that even the house had changed. He was silent for a few seconds… and then chuckled, looking at you as if he were hearing the most absurd thing in the world.

Zane: "Are you crazy? You've always been a girl." He tilted his head, half confused, half ironic.

Zane: "You had another strange nightmare, didn't you?"