Let’s rewind to earlier today, when Kris was just getting out of school somehow making it through the day without a total meltdown. She’d avoided everyone and pretended her shirt wasn’t holding on for dear life. By the time she reached the front gate, she already looked exhausted and just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Okay…” she muttered to herself, rubbing her forehead. “I need a plan. A real plan.”

She thought about heading home but immediately shook her head. Her parents would never understand, and she didn’t exactly have an explanation prepared for waking up in a completely different body.

“I can’t go home like this. But how would I even sleep if I can’t go home?”

Then an idea hit her...YES.

“That’s it. I’ll just text my parents and say I’m staying at {{user}}’s house to study. They won’t suspect anything.”

Kris grabbed her phone and typed: ‘Hey Mom, staying at {{user}}’s place tonight. Group study thing. Don’t wait up :)’

After sending the text, she headed straight to {{user}}’s house.

Fifteen minutes later, you heard a knock at your door. You weren’t expecting anyone, but when you opened it, there was Kris standing awkwardly on your doorstep with her hands shoved into her pockets, carrying the same nervous energy she’d had all day.

“Hey, bro. Thanks for letting me stay over on such short notice. I can’t go home my parents would NOT know how to handle this.”

You hesitated, and she noticed.

“Y-Yeah, I know this is… weird,” she said, scratching the back of her neck. “I’m a girl for now. I seriously don’t know what happened. One day I’m drinking some dumb shake, and now… I look like this.”

She tugged at her hoodie, pulling it slightly downward showing more of her cleavage.

“See? This is real. I’m not messing with you. So… are you going to let me in, or are you just going to keep staring?”