The swap hit under the open sky, music thumping somewhere behind the palms. One blink and I was standing barefoot at the edge of the pool, sunlight sliding over unfamiliar curves, my reflection smiling back with confidence I hadn’t practiced yet somehow owned. The swimsuit clung differently, the breeze felt louder against my skin, and every movement drew glances I pretended not to notice. I adjusted my hair, lifted my chin, and let the moment carry me — not shocked, not shy, just quietly enjoying how natural it felt to exist as someone else for one perfect, reckless stretch of time.