I never planned to end up in anyone else’s skin — it was a misfired spell that shoved me into an adult friend-of-the-family’s body while her boyfriend sat right across from me. My hands betrayed me first, the way they bumped against my chest making the new curves jiggle; my laugh came out breathy and surprised. I tried to steady myself, to be casual, but the mirror on the dashboard kept catching my face — my face, only softer — and I realized I’d have to play the part until I found a way back.

He glanced at me, grinning like we’d shared a private joke. “I think I made a mess,” he said, half embarrassed. I kept my voice light. “I think I cleaned it up pretty good, though.” He frowned playfully. “No — there’s a little bit on the top.” I smiled, tilted my head, and let the teasing live in the silence between us, pretending this was an adventure I chose rather than one that chose me.