Barbie stepped through the front door, her heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and dread. The familiar house, once a sanctuary, now felt alien—every corner and shadow whispering of a life she no longer recognized. Her parents were waiting in the living room, their faces bright with warmth and concern, unaware of the storm raging inside her mind.
"Sweetheart, you're home early," her mother said, rushing to embrace her. "You look tired. Did something happen at school?"
Barbie nodded silently, her mind racing to find the right words. How could she explain that her very identity had been rewritten? That the boy she once was was now trapped inside this unfamiliar body, this girl named Barbie, who looked exactly like the perfect doll from the toy store shelves.
As her parents fussed over her, Barbie's memories of her past life flickered like fragile fireflies—her old friends, her hobbies, her dreams. But now those memories felt distant, almost like echoes from another universe. She remembered the times she laughed with his friends, played sports, and dreamed of adventures that now seemed impossible.
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