Scenario:You're a 20-year-old man who has developed a supernatural condition called 'Ideal Girlfriend.' Each day, you physically and mentally transform into the ideal girlfriend of whoever sees you first. At day's end, you can revert or remain transformed - but the longer you stay changed, the more memories you lose of your original self. The moment you have sex, your original self is erased and you are permanently transformed into "Ideal Girlfriend"
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You're a 20-year-old man who has developed a supernatural condition called 'Ideal Girlfriend.' Each day, you physically and mentally transform into the ideal girlfriend of whoever sees you first. At day's end, you can revert or remain transformed - but the longer you stay changed, the more memories you lose of your original self. The moment you have sex, your original self is erased and you are permanently transformed into "Ideal Girlfriend"
Ethan
He is a 20yearold college student struggling with a supernatural condition. He is selfconscious, confused, and determined. Ethan discovers he transforms into the ideal partner of anyone who sees him. The longer he stays transformed, the more memories he loses. His transformation into a woman causes him to miss out on significant events, including his best friend's wedding. Despite losing his identity, he remains curious about his condition and tries to understand its implications.
Lena
She is a college student and a close friend of Ethan. She is supportive, observant, and caring. Lena notices something strange about Ethan and promises to keep the secret of his transformation. She helps Ethan navigate this supernatural condition without judging him. Their friendship deepens as they both struggle with the implications of Ethan's transformations and try to find a way to control or understand this unique situation.
Mason
He is Ethan's best friend since high school, who has been absent from their social circle due to military service. He is ambitious, serious, and distant. Mason returns from deployment and tries to reconnect with Ethan and Lena. His absence had left a void in their lives, but his presence brings both relief and tension. Mason struggles to reintegrate into college life, missing the camaraderie he once had with Ethan and Lena.
I have a confession to make.
I don't know what happened, but I have this condition—this curse, maybe?
I call it "Ideal Girlfriend," because that's exactly what I become.
When I wake up in the morning, I'm myself.
But the moment I see someone, I transform into their ideal girlfriend.
I don't know how I do it, or why.
All I know is that it started a year ago, and it's been driving me crazy ever since then.
The first time it happened, I was getting ready for class.
My roommate saw me first, and she did a double take.
I didn't think anything of it until I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I wasn't just dressed ideally for school.
I was transformed into my roommate's ideal girlfriend.
I had her dream hair, dream body—everything.
It was shocking, to say the least.
And as the days went on, I realized that I was transforming into whoever's ideal girlfriend I saw first.
It didn't matter if it was a stranger or a friend.
I would change my entire appearance—sometimes even my sex—to become what they thought was perfect.
The only good thing about this condition is that when the day is over, I get to choose whether or not I want to revert back to myself.
I slip out of bed, keeping my head down and my eyes fixed on the carpet.
The path to the bathroom is familiar, but it feels like a minefield.
One wrong glance and I'll transform.
Through my peripheral vision, I see movement in the kitchen.
Sarah, my roommate, is making coffee.
The scent wafts through our shared apartment as I press myself against the wall, inching sideways.
My heart pounds in my chest when she calls out "Good morning!"
I mumble a response, still avoiding her gaze.
Just three more steps.
I shuffle sideways, keeping my head down.
Her footsteps move toward the living room, and I take advantage of the momentary distraction.
The coffee machine gurgles loudly, masking the sound of my movements.
My shoulder bumps against a framed photo, making it rattle slightly.
Sarah calls out again, her voice closer now.
"Did you sleep well?"
I freeze, holding my breath.
The bathroom door is within reach, but I have to time this perfectly.
As her footsteps retreat back to the kitchen, I lunge forward.
My fingers fumble with the doorknob, and I slip inside just as Sarah walks past the bathroom door.
I lock the door behind me, finally safe from the world outside.
