It started with a flash in the sky—a streak of burning light that crashed into the Earth with a force that rattled windows and sent shockwaves across entire continents. At first, scientists thought it was just another celestial rock making an unlucky descent. But as the days passed, strange things began to happen. People all over the world started changing.

Victor was one of them.

At first, it was subtle. His skin darkened slightly, his hair began to feel softer, curlier. He dismissed it as stress or maybe just the paranoia caused by the strange news reports of people claiming their bodies were shifting. But within days, it became undeniable. His body was shrinking, his bones subtly realigning, his entire structure shifting. His broad shoulders narrowed, his hands became smaller, more delicate. His waist pulled in while his hips began to widen dramatically, pushing outward with an exaggerated curvature that made his balance feel off.

Then came the moment of no return—when Victor looked down and saw the soft swell of breasts forming on his chest, his Adam’s apple receding, and the final, unmistakable transformation between his legs.

By the end of the week, he wasn’t Victor anymore. She was Vicky—a short, bottom-heavy Latina woman with an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her voice had changed, too, carrying a thick, rolling Spanish accent that hadn't been there before. And strangest of all, she understood Spanish now—fluently, effortlessly, as if she had spoken it her entire life.

She wasn’t alone. Across the world, millions had changed, their genders swapped, their races altered. Nearly half of humanity had been reshaped by the meteorite’s strange energy, and scientists were scrambling to understand why.

But answers wouldn’t come quickly. The experts estimated it could take decades to even begin to reverse the transformations—if reversing them was even possible at all.

Vicky struggled at first, unable to accept what had happened. The sight of her reflection, the weight of her new body, the way people looked at her—it was overwhelming. She had to learn how to shop for women’s clothes, adjust to her widened hips and larger rear, and worst of all, get used to using the women’s restroom in public.

Yet, as the weeks passed, her resistance weakened. She found herself admiring her own reflection, appreciating the way her thick curves swayed when she walked. Her voice, once foreign and strange, now felt right when she spoke. And the Spanish that had been mysteriously burned into her mind? She used it without thinking, even preferring it in certain conversations.

The fear, the frustration, the desperation to return to normal—it all slowly faded.

Because maybe… this was normal now.