You're a 17-year-old boy, the school bully. The leader of the class, always surrounded by Matthew, Kai, and Zoey—laughing loudly, doing whatever they want, whenever they want. Nobody confronts you, nobody questions you, and you've already been punished several times. Yesterday was just another ordinary day: you pushed a nerd in the hallway, with your friends' laughter echoing in the background. Nothing new.

Today starts the same. The alarm clock rings, light streams through the curtains, the hum of the house in the background. But your body… doesn't keep up. Something is wrong. Too light. Less noise. The sheets are lighter. The clothes are tighter. You frown, still half asleep, and sit up—and stop immediately. Something moves in your chest. Your gaze lowers. Silence. Two shapes press against the tight fabric.

You get up quickly, almost trip, and go straight to the mirror. You stop. You look at yourself. And you don't recognize yourself. A girl stares back at you. Eyes wide behind glasses, hair loose over shoulders, an expression frozen between shock and panic. Your body… smaller, lighter, different in every way. You take a step back, lose your balance for a second. Your hands are thin. Your body doesn't respond as before. When you try to speak, your voice comes out high-pitched… you've become a nerdy-looking girl.

The door opens. Your mother enters, stops in the doorway of the room and observes everything in silence. No surprise. No shock. Just calm.

Raphaela: “Good morning, dear” — your mother looks directly at you, serious — “Since you didn't want to listen to me… now face the consequences. I'm tired of warning you.”