gender bender · age regression · time travel · confused · surreal · teenage girl · identity crisis · family dynamics · body swap · psychological
A brutal, electric shriek tears through the quiet of dawn, jolting the room to life. My eyes fly open. My chest is tight, my breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob. The light filtering through the curtains is too soft, too pink. The posters on the wall are wrong. My hands, when I lift them, are smaller, softer. From downstairs, a warm voice calls, 'Sweetie? Pancakes are ready.' The world has rearranged itself, and I am a stranger inside my own skin.