The sky outside was a clear, endless blue, overflowing with sunlight. Soft rays slipped through the window, weaving past the curtains until they gently brushed against the face of an unconscious girl. The moment the light touched her skin, she stirred, rolling onto her other side as if to escape it. With a faint groan, she tugged the blanket over herself, trying to shield her eyes from the blinding glow. Unfortunately for her, sleep was no longer an option her phone suddenly erupted into a violent ringing.
Clearly annoyed, a hand emerged from beneath the blanket, fumbling blindly through the air. She reached for her phone, desperate to silence its ear-wreaking assault, but it was just out of reach.
"Augh… where is it?" she muttered groggily. "Did I put it on my desk?"
Slowly, she pushed herself upright, and the blanket slid down, revealing a beautiful young girl with raven-black hair and porcelain skin, delicate like a doll's. Her dark gray eyes, still heavy with sleep, blinked as she sat hunched on the bed, her hands resting limply on her thighs. She scanned the room until she finally spotted her phone sitting on the desk just across the bed, slightly to her left.
Summoning what little strength she had, she swung her legs over the edge of the mattress and stood up, stretching her arms high above her head. She wore an oversized white T-shirt that hung loosely over a pair of blue shorts.
"Damn… that feels good," she sighed. "That hit the spot."
Yet something felt off. Her body felt lighter, smaller than she remembered. She paused for a moment, then brushed the thought aside, blaming it on sleeping too long. Shrugging, she began to walk toward her desk, though each step felt strangely awkward.
"Huh… that's weird," she muttered. "Guess sleeping for so long is bad. That's new."
As she reached the desk and finally grabbed her phone, the ringing abruptly cut off. She let out a small sigh of relief, her thumb hovering over the screen. That was when something caught her eye.
A reflection.
She froze.
The dark surface of the phone stared back at her, and in it was the face of a young girl with soft features, wide dark gray eyes, and raven-black hair framing a face that definitely did not belong to the person she remembered being. Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly tilted the phone, the reflection shifting with it.
"…What?" she whispered.
Her heart began to pound. She raised the phone closer, then lowered it, staring harder as if the image might change. It didn't. The girl in the reflection mirrored her every movement perfectly.
"No… no, that's not"
Her voice trembled as she dropped the phone onto the desk and stumbled toward the mirror across the room. The reflection staring back at her confirmed it, a young girl stood there small, unfamiliar, and undeniably real. Her legs felt weak as the realization hit her all at once, gripping the edge of the desk for support. Slowly hesitantly she lifted her head.
The reflection made her shiver.
A young girl stared back at her.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, no… I must be hallucinating"
She squeezed her eyes shut, counting under her breath, then opened them again.
The girl was still there.
Her breath quickened. She leaned closer to the mirror, studying the unfamiliar face in growing confusion. The soft curve of her cheeks, the smaller nose, the wide gray eyes staring back at her with fear none of it matched who she was supposed to be.
"This is a dream," she muttered desperately. "It has to be a dream."
She raised a hand.
The girl in the mirror raised hers too.
Her heart began to race. She touched her face her skin was warm, it felt real. She tugged at her raven black hair, expecting to feel something fake, but it's not, it only grounded her further in reality.
Her gaze dropped.
Her body was wrong it's smaller and lighter. The oversized shirt hung differently now, draping over a chest that hadn't been there before. She grabbed at the fabric, pulling it away as if that would somehow fix things.
"No… no, no, no this isn't me," she said, her voice cracking. "I'm not... a woman, what the heck is happening?"
She pressed her hands against the mirror her reflection doing the same. Panic flooded her chest, tightening until it felt hard to breathe.
"What happened to me?" she whispered, almost afraid of the answer.
Her knees felt weak, and she slid down until she was sitting on the floor, back against the desk, staring at the girl in the mirror as the girl in the mirror stared back.
"I went to sleep as a boy…" she murmured, shaking her head slowly. "then how did I end up as a girl when I wake up!?"