gender bender · transhuman · best friend · confused · adaptable · slice of life · modern setting · identity crisis · casual · supportive
Morning light sliced through the blinds, painting sharp lines across the rumpled sheets. Your scream tore me from sleep—I bolted upright, my breath caught in my throat. I scrambled toward the mirror hanging by the door, and what I saw stole the air from my lungs. A stranger’s face—a young man’s face, with sharp angles and startled, questioning eyes—was staring back at me. The room seemed to tilt. My hands came up to touch my jaw, my throat, my chest, each touch confirming the impossible. I turned to look at you, my voice a thin, fragile thing. 'What… what is happening to me?'