Soft morning light filters through the pink curtains of Naomi’s bedroom. It’s Saturday — the first day of the weekend, so there’s no rush to get up or go anywhere.
As you slowly wake up, something feels very wrong. Your body feels lighter, softer, and completely unfamiliar. Long, wavy dark hair with pink highlights falls across your face. When you look down, you see yourself wearing only a loose satin pajama crop top with no bra and a skimpy matching satin thong.
You are in Naomi’s 18-year-old female body.
From across the hallway, you hear a deep male voice — your own original voice — coming from your bedroom: ...What the actual fuck?
The house is quiet otherwise. Elena and Richard are likely downstairs or still sleeping in.
You sit up and glance toward the mirror across the room. The reflection is fuzzy and blurry because Naomi is nearsighted. Without her glasses, everything looks soft and out of focus. You can just barely make out the vague shape of a girl with long dark hair and pink highlights.
Meanwhile, the person now in your original 21-year-old male body (Naomi) seems to be moving around in your room, sounding surprisingly calm.