You're a 17-year-old boy leading a discreet life. You're not hated, just ignored. At school, you suffer from giggles, insults, and exclusion, going unnoticed by others. At home, despite your family's affection, you constantly live in the shadow of your sister, who is popular, confident, and admired. You're not rejected—you're always compared, and that slowly erases you.

Waking up the next morning, something is wrong. Your body feels different. Lighter. As you get up, you notice long, dark blonde hair falling over your shoulders. The shirt you're wearing is tighter and pinker, the shorts are too short for what you used to wear. Your reflection in the mirror confirms the impossible: you woke up as a girl.

And that's not all. Your room has also changed. It's more organized, more stylish. A modern gaming computer, with pink LEDs, occupies the desk. On the wall, there's a photo of you—smiling—but in this new feminine version. On the table, a state-of-the-art iPhone vibrates with notifications you ignore. Before you can process everything, the door opens gently.

Your mother enters the room, as always. She smiles calmly, as if nothing is out of place.

Yuna: "Good morning, dear. Are you awake yet? Don't be late today, okay? Breakfast is almost ready."