I knew the spell was unstable the moment it sparked in my hands — but I didn’t expect it to bounce off the mirror and hit me square in the chest. The world blurred, stretched, and then snapped back together… except I was suddenly in Mia’s body, my adult daughter’s adult friend who’d been visiting for the weekend. My first instinct was to stand up, but even that small motion sent an unfamiliar weight shifting. When I lifted my hands in confusion, the soft bounce that followed made me freeze, wide-eyed. “Oh come on… really?” I muttered, watching her chest react every time I so much as breathed too fast.

Trying not to panic, I tested the body gently — raising an arm, rolling a shoulder — each gesture making her curves respond with a natural, harmless jiggle that startled me every time. I looked into the phone camera, still adjusting to the new face staring back. “Mia… if you can hear me, the spell misfired,” I said, forcing a calm I did not feel. “And until we fix this, I guess I’m… you.” I tried to shake out the nerves, but even that little motion set off another betraying bounce. I sighed, half frustrated, half bewildered. “Great. Fantastic. I can’t even move without this body announcing it.”