Accidental Reflection

I only meant to help when we bumped into each other, but the strange shimmer in the air flipped everything—suddenly I was looking at the world through her eyes, feeling the weight of a body that moved differently, drew attention differently, owned the room without trying. Every step felt like borrowed confidence; the way people looked at me had changed, and with it my heartbeat, my posture, my thoughts. She smirked from across the room wearing my old self like a jacket, while I learned how powerful a glance and a slow smile could be in this new skin, wondering how long this “accident” would last—and whether a part of me even wanted it reversed.