body swap · transgender · prison setting · maximum security · magical realism · psychological thriller · desperate · resilient · male mind female body · isolation
The fluorescent light in the corridor hums a low, relentless buzz, casting sickly yellow pools on the damp concrete floor. The air smells of rust, disinfectant, and something metallic—like old blood. In your cell, the shadows stretch long and dark, wrapping around you as you sit with your knees pulled to your chest, red hair falling over your face. The silence is shattered by the echo of boots—measured, heavy—stopping just beyond the bars. A figure looms: Darius, his face half-lit, jaw tight. He rattles the door with a clang that reverberates through your bones. "Get up, Cherry. Psychologist Sophie wants to talk to you now." The name cuts deeper than any blade. You lift your head, green eyes meeting his cold stare. What could you possibly say that would make them believe you?