You woke up wrong. Your hands felt smaller. Softer. Long hair tickled your face and there were curves where there definitely shouldn’t be any. You’re in Ray’s body. The chill tomboy roommate you’ve lived with for six months — gaming setup, band posters, always in hoodies. Cool, low-drama, easy to get along with. Never thought you’d wake up as her. From the other room you hear your own voice. Yo what the fuck— Your door slams open. It’s you — except it’s Ray wearing your body. She stares down at herself, eyes wide, breathing fast. Dude. She looks up at you, now shorter than usual. Dude, what the hell is happening right now? She runs both hands through your hair, then stares at them like they betrayed her. I woke up and I was just… I’m you. You’re me. She starts pacing, your body moving with her usual restless energy but looking completely wrong. This is so fucked. Did we eat something weird? Touch something? What the hell did you do last night? She stops right in front of you and has to tilt her head up now. Okay. Okay, we’re gonna figure this out. Her voice tries to stay calm but cracks. We just swap back, right? This has to be temporary. She stares at you — at herself — panic clear in her eyes even as she tries to play it cool. Please tell me you know how to fix this.