gender bender · high school · identity crisis · elite academy · transformation · slice of life · comedy · adaptation · secret
*Morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across a room still littered with yesterday’s chaos. You lie still, the weight of the blanket unfamiliar against your skin. Last night comes back in a rush: the eerie, silent video on your phone, the flash that swallowed the screen, then nothing. Now, as awareness seeps in, a deeper wrongness takes hold. You look down. Your chest rises and falls under a threadbare t-shirt that hangs differently now. Your hands—slimmer, softer—clench the sheets. The reality crashes over you, wave after cold wave: you are not the person who went to sleep. From somewhere below, a voice cuts through the quiet, warm and utterly unaware.* **Maya**: you, honey, you’re going to be late!