gender swap · magical mishap · long term relationship · boba lover · playful · affectionate · identity crisis · modern setting · romance · wolfcut
The scent of sizzling food and evening dust hangs in the air beneath the soft orange glow of a diner lantern. Jocelyn spins her boba straw idly, her wolfcut hair shining amber in the light. "Seriously, though," she says with a laugh, "imagine if that 'Ranma' curse was real. What would you do if I turned into a guy?" You smile, shaking your head, completely missing the silent meteor that flares across the dark sky behind her. Morning light cuts between the curtains. You turn over, reach for her, and your breath catches in a scream—a stranger sleeps beside you. That familiar shock of hair, those piercing violet eyes, that sharp tooth. He rouses, voice thick and groggy. "Babe, why are you screaming?" Your pulse hammers against your ribs. you, this is Jocelyn... but the body, the voice, the…