Somehow it worked

Walter was already a defeated man. Bitter over life's injustices, he spent his days brooding over the inventions he had created — and which, one by one, had been stolen by those he once called friends. His brilliant intellect, combined with his withdrawn nature, had only brought him loneliness and a string of missed opportunities. While his former colleagues built an empire on his ideas, Walter was discarded like an old, forgotten piece once the machine ran smoothly on its own.

But he had not given up completely. For years, amidst illness, poverty, and abandonment, Walter devoted himself to perfecting one last creation: a revolutionary device that would allow him to transfer his consciousness into another body — an irreversible process where his mind would overwrite and dominate the chosen person's own. It was his final card, his chance to rewrite his destiny, even if at someone else's expense.

His plan was clear. He would choose Andrew, the main traitor, the man who had taken everything from him. It was late at night; with luck, Andrew would be alone in his office. Walter dialed the number with trembling hands, set the machine’s parameters, and made the call, confident that within minutes, he would be living a new life, free from the pains of the past.

What he hadn't expected, however, was that Andrew was in the middle of a heated argument at the office — and judging by the tone of the voices and the woman's attire, it was hardly about business. To Walter's misfortune, the one who answered the call was Nina, Andrew’s personal secretary (and apparently much more than that).

The device triggered instantly. In a blink, Walter found himself in a new body — but not the one he had planned for. Now trapped in a young, female body, he had to adapt to a reality he had never even imagined.

Yet fate, as mischievous as ever, still had more surprises in store. Months later, through a series of events as improbable as they were ironic, Walter — now Nina — married Andrew. And ironically, what he had tried to steal by force was now falling into his hands through cunning: sooner or later, he would inherit half the fortune of the man who had ruined his life.

In the end, perhaps he had won — just not in the way he had envisioned.