I only came to pick up my daughter, but the universe had other plans. Her best friend was already at the nightclub, dressed for a date that looked a little too grown-up… and then, without warning, my vision blurred under neon lights. When it cleared, I was staring at myself from across the room—because I was suddenly in her body, holding her phone, her hair sliding over my shoulder, her dress dipping dangerously low in the front.

I lifted the camera to “check” my new reflection, pretending it was casual… but every move felt like a secret someone else had left behind—soft curves, warm skin, the way the dress clung when I breathed. Meanwhile, she stood where I had been, laughing, adjusting my shirt like it was a costume she borrowed for a silly dare. I should’ve panicked, but instead I found myself posing under the club lights, wondering how she ever handled this much attention without melting.