Jonathan adjusted the rearview mirror as he drove down the sun-drenched streets, taking in the unfamiliar view through the hazel eyes of his new body. The world outside appeared brighter, sharper as Summer's warm embrace infused everything with a golden hue. He had imagined this week to be a blur of laughter and celebration, but he didn’t imagine experiencing it from the perspective of a teenage girl.
The car—an electric compact with slick curves and an intuitive interface—felt foreign to him, albeit it did have a strange sense of familiarity; the contours of the seat perfectly cradled his new form. As he mentally mapped his destination, he couldn't help but fumble with the different features of the vehicle, struggling to grasp the car's voice assistant.
"Turn left at the next intersection," chirped a voice from the console, breaking him from his thoughts.
Swallowing a slight pang of irritation, he complied, casting a quick glance at the rearview mirror. The face staring back was radiant, with sun-kissed skin and a hint of mischief in her wide brown eyes—a stark contrast to the serious demeanor he held in his own body. Was this what it felt like to be a woman? He drove on, rapid thoughts buzzing like a swarm of bees.
Arriving at the apartment complex, Jonathan felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. For the first time, he was stepping into the life of a stranger—a girl who he now realized he knew nothing about. He parked the car, took a deep breath, and stepped out, hesitant yet determined.
“Alright, Jessica,” he muttered under his breath as he read the name on the ID card that came with the body. “Let’s find out who you are.”
The building appeared modern, with tall glass windows and lush green plants framing the entrance. As he made his way up the stairs and through the hallway decorated with vibrant artwork, he juggled various thoughts: What would Jessica’s friends think? Would they notice he was not truly her? Would it even matter?
He arrived at apartment 3B, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to ring the doorbell. The sound chimed lightly, echoing softly down the hallway.
A few moments later, the door opened with a swift gesture, revealing a girl with a cascade of dark curls and bright eyes. She studied him for a moment—just long enough for Jonathan to feel a flicker of his own identity surfacing through the confusion of Jessica's form.
“Jess! You made it!” she exclaimed, pulling him into an enthusiastic hug that stifled any protest.
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