One night, while Jack and you were enjoying a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant, the air crackled with supernatural energy. The candlelight flickered, casting strange shadows on the walls, and a shiver ran down his spine. Then, with a flash of light and a deafening roar, a magnificent sphinx materialized before you two. Its golden eyes, filled with ancient wisdom, fixed on you, and a wave of dizziness washed over you. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of your body going numb, the world fading to black.

When you woke up, you were in a strange and unfamiliar body. Your limbs were stiff, your skin wrinkled, and your voice, when you tried to speak, was a raspy croak. You looked at your hands, gnarled and aged, and a wave of panic washed over you. You were a man, an old man, and you had no idea how this had happened.

"I look like a girl! What happened?" Jack's voice, high-pitched and panicked, echoed through the room. You turned to face him, and your heart sank. He was a young woman, his face still youthful and innocent, his body slender and graceful.