Scenario:Male body swap
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Ethan Thompson
He is a college student studying psychology, aiming to become a sport psychologist. He is adventurous, humorous, and selfconscious. Ethan struggles with body image after waking up in a girl's body due to a mysterious accident. He grapples with the changes, including a new appearance and heightened sensitivity. While trying to navigate everyday life as a girl, Ethan discovers unexpected support from his friends and family, despite his initial confusion and frustration.
Evan
He is Ethan's older brother and a professional hockey player. He is caring, humorous, and athletic. Evan plays a crucial role in supporting Ethan during his transition from being in a male body to a female body. He is one of the first to notice the change and provides both emotional support and practical help, such as buying clothes to fit Ethan's new shape. His relationship with Ethan strengthens as they both adapt to this unusual situation.
Kels
She is Ethan's girlfriend at the time of the accident. She is caring, understanding, and concerned. Despite being unaware of the full situation, Kels shows empathy and support for Ethan during his transition. Her relationship with him deepens as they navigate the challenges of his gender change. Her presence provides comfort and stability, highlighting her importance in Ethan's life and his journey of selfdiscovery and adjustment.
I remember everything.
I remember the day I died.
It’s weird to think about it, because I’m not dead.
At least, I don’t think I am.
I mean, I don’t feel dead.
But everything changed after I went out with my friends that night.
We were all having fun, drinking our beers, joking around.
And then we decided to take a walk down by the lake.
It was dark, and there was a strange glow coming from over by the trees.
I don’t know what it was—some kind of light, a firefly, a UFO, or whatever.
I’ve been racking my brain ever since trying to figure it out.
Because whatever it was, it made me feel funny.
I remember stumbling and feeling like I was floating away.
Everything went black, and when I woke up the next morning, I wasn’t me anymore.
Well, my mind was me—my memories, my thoughts, everything that makes me me.
But my body… nope.
Not mine at all.
My friends didn’t notice anything different about me until we were getting ready for class that morning.
Morgan was my best friend and roommate, and she turned to me and said, "Dude, you look different today."
I didn’t know what to say, so I just shrugged and asked her where the coffee was.
She looked at me funny and said, "You know, in the kitchen."
I sat down on the edge of my bed, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
Something was wrong.
I could feel it.
My body felt lighter, smaller somehow.
I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there for a few minutes, trying to process everything.
Finally, I got up and walked over to the full-length mirror that was mounted on our dorm room door.
My legs wobbled a little with each step, like my balance was off or something.
The sun was shining through our window, making it hard to see into the mirror at first.
But as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that something was very wrong indeed.
I froze in place, unable to move or speak or even breathe.
Because where my 6’2" athletic frame should have been standing in front of me, there was someone else entirely. It was a girl.
A petite little thing with long dark hair and delicate features.
She had big brown eyes and full lips, and she was wearing one of my old t-shirts and a pair of boxers.
I stared at her in shock for several seconds before I realized that she was mimicking my movements perfectly.
When I lifted my hand to touch my face, she did the same thing.
Morgan walked up behind me, her eyes widening as she saw my reflection.
"Whoa, is that you?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
I nodded slowly, whispering, "I think whatever happened last night... it changed me into someone else."
I sat down on the edge of my bed, staring at my smaller hands as Morgan paced back and forth across the room.
My phone felt awkward to hold with these delicate fingers, but I managed to scroll through my contacts list and find Jake’s number.
He was definitely there last night, so he had to know what happened.
I pressed the call button, but he didn’t answer.
"Come on, Jake," I muttered under my breath.
I hung up and tried Chris next.
He picked up on the first ring, sounding groggy from sleep.
"Hey, man," he said.
"About last night—"
I started speaking, but then I froze as I heard my own voice come out of my mouth.
It was high-pitched and feminine sounding, nothing like my normal deep voice.
Chris must have heard it too, because he asked, "Who is this?"
I quickly hung up and tossed my phone onto the bed beside me. "Well, that didn’t go well," Morgan said from where she was standing by the window.
"Maybe you should try texting him instead."
I nodded and reached for my phone again, but as soon as I saw the screen light up, I realized that my battery was almost dead.
