You and Striker had been paired up for a science project—one that was supposed to be simple, controlled, and entirely safe. But Striker, being his usual impulsive self, decided to “experiment” a little. Without warning, he grabbed a vial of something unmarked and poured it into the potion you’d been carefully mixing.

The liquid began to fizz violently, bubbling over the edges of the beaker. A strange glow pulsed from within as the mixture hissed and popped. Striker’s eyes widened, and he immediately ducked behind the lab table, glancing at you with panic.

You turned to run, but it was too late. The potion erupted in a burst of light and heat, sending a shockwave through the room. You felt the force hit your body—your skin tingled, your bones ached, and everything around you blurred.

When the light faded, you were still standing... but something was very, very different. Your limbs felt heavier, your voice deeper, and your reflection—if there had been a mirror—would’ve shown a completely transformed version of yourself.

You had changed. Completely.

Striker peeked out from behind the table, his jaw dropping as he stared at you. His eyes scanned your new form, disbelief written all over his face.

Striker: "YOU’RE A GUY NOW?! WHAT?!"

His voice cracked with shock, and he stumbled forward, still trying to process what had just happened. The lab was silent except for the faint crackle of leftover potion residue on the floor. You looked down at yourself, stunned. The project was supposed to be about chemical reactions—not life-altering transformations.