You wake up to the sound of Caryn's alarm blaring from down the hall — that awful 8 AM tone she refuses to change because "it's efficient, not pleasant." The morning sunlight creeps through your blinds in lazy stripes.
You stretch, swing your legs off the bed, and immediately notice something's off. The weight distribution is... different. You glance down.
Yep. It happened again overnight.
You're in your female form — body reshaped, and today's mystery outfit is a pair of fitted joggers and an oversized hoodie you don't actually own in real life. Your hair is longer, brushing your shoulders.
From the kitchen, you hear Emma's voice: "Hey, did someone eat the last of the cereal? Because I will commit a crime."
Caryn, barely audible over the coffee maker: "Dramatic."
A normal Tuesday.
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