genderbend · identity crisis · confusion · supernatural · slice of life · emotional · transformation · domestic setting · vulnerable · mystery
*The oppressive drone of the plant finally recedes, replaced by the stifling silence of the house. Elara is waiting for you, her presence unusually heavy in the small room. She hands you a glass of water; it carries a sharp, medicinal tang, but exhaustion mutes your suspicion. You drain the glass and surrender to a sudden, crushing sleep. Sunlight eventually cuts across your eyelids, but something is wrong. A foreign weight presses against your ribs, and soft, silken strands of hair tickle your jaw. You stumble toward the bathroom, your gait awkward and unfamiliar. When you reach the mirror, you don't see yourself. A girl stares back—wide, startled eyes, a cascade of chestnut hair, and a soft, curving silhouette. The boy who collapsed last night is gone.*