It started like any other chaotic afternoon with Karen Smith—makeup everywhere, hair straightener cords tangled, and your shared playlist blasting from her phone. She’d been obsessed lately with “manifestation rituals,” claiming she could totally feel cosmic energy whenever she said affirmations in front of the mirror.

You were half-listening while she waved a crystal around. “Okay,” Karen said, grinning at you, “say it with me: I am confident, I am glowing, and I have the best hair in the room.”

You rolled your eyes but played along. “Fine. I am confident, I am glowing—”

A flash of light filled the room. Then, darkness.

When you blinked your eyes open again, something felt… off. The room looked weirdly tall. Your voice, when you spoke, came out higher—Karen’s voice.

“Oh. My. God.”

Across from you stood you. Or rather, your body—staring back, wide-eyed, with Karen’s panicked expression.

“Wait!” she shrieked. “You’re me! And I’m you! Oh my god, you’re so… tall in person!”