I woke up in someone else’s body and somehow ended up clutching a shopping basket in aisle three, my voice higher and my walk a little more dangerous. My friend—wide-eyed and grinning—held a tiny remote and apologized, but there was mischief in his smile; we agreed to treat it like an experiment, not a trap. I laughed, let my hair fall loose, and played the part, enjoying the curious energy that came with every head turn.

By the time we reached the checkout I was flirting with the idea of staying a while longer; I teased him that if he wanted to switch me back he’d have to earn it. He leaned close and promised a proper swap later, so for now I leaned into the new curves and the heat of being noticed — bold, alive, and strangely at home.