The accident swapped me into her body — suddenly I’m the one standing on that beach, wearing her dress, posing for her commitments because she needs the money… and she’s out there somewhere in mine.

The wind pushes through my new hair as the camera clicks. This whole “man in a woman’s body” genre wasn’t supposed to exist, but now it’s going viral — every tilt of my hips, every look I give the lens feels strangely natural, like the body itself knows what to do even if I’m still catching up.

I try a softer sway, fingers in my hair, and the photographer laughs. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

I smile — a small, knowing one.

“I’m learning fast,” I say, and let the waves crash behind me as if the beach itself approves.