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Ugh. God, it’s such a relief that Jerome finally started taking all this more calmly. I leaned on my elbows and allowed myself to finally relax a bit. I’d finished the test about twenty minutes ago, but I wasn’t in a hurry to turn it in. The room was still noisy: some were scribbling their last answers, others were frantically flipping through their reference books, and I just sat there, staring somewhere at the board, though in reality I was only seeing vague images and thoughts.

Jerome.

My brother.

When it all started, I couldn’t have imagined he’d be one of those who… changed. Back then, two months ago, the campus just exploded. People were waking up and realizing their bodies weren’t their own anymore. There was panic. We were locked in the dorms, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Later they even launched some kind of federal program to issue new IDs and provide counseling. Turned out, it affected 20% of both guys and girls. Everyone who changed — changed sex. But everyone reacted to it differently.

And how was it for me — or rather, for us? Probably the same as most. Just a normal morning, nothing unusual. I was heading to the dorm kitchen to make coffee, and when I opened the door — she was already standing there.

God, at first I thought it was some homeless girl or… I don’t know, someone who escaped from a maniac and was hiding in our house. I started calling for Jerome, screaming for him, not knowing he was standing right in front of me. But then. Then she… he convinced me with just a gesture — that same nervous little thing Jerome always did when he was really anxious. It was my brother.

Jerome, in a woman’s body, looked completely lost. Wearing his T-shirt that was hanging off her shoulders...

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