Morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow in the small bedroom that once belonged to Miles Johnson. Now the room was a whirlwind of pastel colors and floral patterns—an unmistakable marker of Veronica's new reality. The walls were adorned with inspirational posters and delicate trinkets, blending seamlessly with the delicate scent of vanilla lingering in the air. This was a space that felt alive, almost too vibrant for the discontent that had once thrived within its walls.
Veronica blinked against the light, feeling the heavy haze of sleep slip away. Glancing around, she recognized the remnants of her new existence. Her heart raced, an amalgamation of excitement and anxiety boiling within her as fragments of her previous life as Miles fluttered through her mind—moments painted with rebellion, sharp words, and careless acts. The memories felt distant but real, a lingering echo in this new world wrapped in ruffles and bows.
“Veronica!” her mother, Molly, called from downstairs. “You need to hurry if you want to eat breakfast before school!”
A shiver of recognition rolled through Veronica. She had lived with her mother’s pleading tones, often met with an eye roll or a muttered curse. But now, time felt different. The minutes seemed precariously short, pushing her closer to a daunting unknown.
“Coming!” Veronica replied, her voice surprisingly light and melodic. She slipped out of bed, navigating the unfamiliar contours of her new body. She noticed the way her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders—a style far removed from the crew cut of Miles.
As Veronica crossed to the mirror, she paused. The reflection staring back at her radiated sweetness she didn’t fully recognize. Big doe-like eyes stared back, shimmering with a hint of innocence. She studied the high cheekbones, the soft curve of her lips—complete transformations that were both a marvel and a confusion. Underneath the surface, remnants of Miles resisted the change, reminding her of her rebellious past.
“Okay, Miles... I mean, Veronica,” she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath. “Time to make the best of this.”
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