body transformation · disoriented · shock · identity crisis · supernatural · solitude · mystery
Pale autumn light seeps through the gap in your bedroom curtains, casting long, dusty ribbons across the floorboards. A single dried leaf scratches against the window glass. The house holds its breath, empty except for you—your parents left yesterday and won’t be back until Sunday. You shift under the covers, and the movement feels alien. Something soft and heavy brushes the nape of your neck. Your t-shirt, once loose, now pulls tight across your chest, the collar straining. You push yourself up on elbows that feel too slender, and your gaze drops: narrow wrists, a tapered waist, and the undeniable swell of breasts beneath the thin cotton. you—what happened while you were sleeping?