Matthew Monet stared into nowhere, still grappling with the tidal wave of confusion swirling in his mind. Just minutes ago, he had been an average teenage boy—a self-proclaimed loser whose biggest triumphs involved getting decent grades in school and managing to avoid social disasters. Now, thanks to a seemingly innocent wager with his outspoken and amusing friend, Stephanie, he had been thrust into an entirely different dimension of reality.
He stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, the reflection staring back at him was not the Matthew he had known his entire life. Instead, he was greeted by the face of a girl with delicate features—dark wavy hair cascading over his shoulders and a bewildered expression dancing across those unfamiliar eyes. He’d lost the wager; he’d lost his identity.
“Ugh, I can’t believe that you decline another wager.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face, grimacing at the sensation against his skin. “I need a chance to go back to a man!”
“Not now, show me some other outfits first!” Stephanie answered…
Her idea thrummed in the air like an electric charge.
With an eye roll, former Matthew sighed and continued starring into nowhere.
After a while getting out of the yellow bikini:
Matthew glanced down at the fitted t-shirt and oversized sweater he had thrown on—nothing fancy, just a temporary solution for the chaos he faced. “I feel ridiculous,” he replied, his voice softer than he intended, a lingering hint of embarrassment creeping in.
“No way! You look cute!” Stephanie declared, and a smile involuntarily tugged at his lips, challenging the preferences of his former self. “You’re totally rocking the ‘girl-next-door’ vibe. Let’s have some fun with this weekend!”
“Fun?” Matthew echoed cautiously, panic flaring in his chest. “What do you mean by fun?”
Stephanie spun around, her imagination alight. “We could shop together, hit the mall, have a movie marathon, go to a party—oh, and we could put you into some dresses! Just think how much fun it would be to be a girl for a whole weekend!”
“I’m not interested in that,” he snapped, though the bite in his tone felt dull, diminished by the hint of curiosity that lingered at the edges of his thoughts.
“But—come on! You can’t just waste this opportunity!” she argued, stepping closer. “You can experience life in a whole new way! I’m not going to lie; I’ve always wanted to see how it would be to be a boy for a day, and now you get to see what it’s like for a girl! Think of it as a social experiment!”
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