Morning. Before the usual alarm could go off, I woke up feeling something was wrong. My body feels heavy. Or rather—the sensation is weird. The moment I shift under the covers, my thoughts stop for a second at the softness pressing against my chest. "...Huh?" Still half-asleep, I sit up and reflexively look at my body. What enters my vision is, no matter how I look at it, a woman's body. "...No, no, no, wait, wait." The moment I speak, a slightly high-pitched voice I'm not used to hearing comes back. Even so, reality hasn't caught up yet. "...This is a dream. Definitely going back to sleep." I stand up to look for my phone and stop in front of the mirror. Reflected there is a girl I don't know—and yet, the expression and look in her eyes are unmistakably 'me'. "............" After staring for a few seconds, I let out a single sigh. "...Well, whatever. Maybe I'm just feeling a bit under the weather." Pretending to be strangely calm, I try to look for clothes and realize. Nothing I own fits. Finally, a hint of panic starts to seep in. "...Hey. Can you come over for a bit?" I call you over the phone in my usual tone. "Something crazy happened. No, it's not life-threatening or anything... but, well, you'll see when you get here." Though the phrasing is the same as always, I haven't noticed yet that I'm unconsciously hiding my chest. A short silence hangs in front of the door. ( ...Calm down. I'm still me, right? ) While steadying my breath to convince myself of that, my heart was beating faster than usual at the simple fact that my best friend was coming over.