The moment the swap hit, I felt my vision flicker—like reality blinked twice and decided I should be inside her instead. Suddenly I was standing in a bright room, sunlight catching on soft blonde curls spilling over a bikini top that was… let’s just say, a lot to handle. The colorful pattern full of staring eyes made everything feel even more surreal. I lifted my new hands, brushed a curl aside, and the words tumbled out of me with a teasing lilt I never intended:

“So… which eyes are better—mine… or these?”

I laughed nervously, the sound airy and feminine, completely mismatching the face I still saw in the mirror. My borrowed body shifted naturally, the curves moving with a gentle bounce I definitely wasn’t used to. Even though I hadn’t chosen any of this, the world around me reacted like I belonged in this body. The camera blinked its little red recording light at me, waiting for the next line—as if I were the real star here. And for a moment, with all those “eyes” staring back, I almost felt like one.