I didn’t choose her. I didn’t even know her name. One moment I was walking through the hotel corridor, and the next my vision blurred like someone pulled a curtain over reality. When it cleared, I was standing in a bathroom draped in warm golden light… and a blonde woman’s reflection was staring back at me. Her long hair fell over my shoulders, her lips were glossy, and her body moved with a softness I’d never owned. My face was gone — replaced by hers — and her clothes clung to me like the world already believed I’d always been her. Forced, sudden, irreversible… at least for now.

I could feel her life closing in on me fast. Her phone buzzed with messages, all meant for “her,” all expecting her to show up somewhere, smile a certain way, act like she belonged. I didn’t want this life — I only wanted to understand how the swap happened. But the blonde in the mirror… she looked like she had secrets, obligations, maybe even someone waiting for her. And now I had to walk out of that room and live every part of it, pretending I wasn’t a stranger trapped in her golden skin.