Curiosity

Jhonson never thought he’d set foot in that house again — not after being cast out by his stepfather, while his mother stood by, quiet, unwilling to fight for him. But time passed. He built his life from scratch: a solid job, a good apartment, freedom. He had left it all behind. Until the world turned upside down.

The phenomenon struck without warning. Half of humanity found themselves in different bodies. No one knew why. It was chaos — theories spread, panic took hold. And Jhonson? He woke up in the body of his own mother.

How could anyone explain that? How do you face the world, older, changed, back in the house where you'd once been rejected — and wearing her skin? At first, he resisted. Refused to look in mirrors, avoided his stepfather’s eyes, clung to the man he used to be. But months passed, and denial became fatigue. And then... something shifted. He began to settle into her life. Into this life.

He and his stepfather had started talking again — cautiously, awkwardly — until the tension gave way to something warmer. Familiar. But also, unexpectedly, electric.

That morning, he stood in front of the mirror, dressed not in casual clothes, but in black lingerie — delicate lace against soft skin, garter belt perfectly aligned, sheer thigh-highs hugging long, elegant legs. He studied the reflection: the way the bra lifted the breasts he hadn’t been born with, the curve of the hips, the new confidence in her — his — eyes.

It wasn’t just about playing a role anymore. It was about seeing what might happen if he leaned into it. What doors might open if he stopped pretending this wasn’t real.

He applied a touch of lipstick, slowly, carefully. Then he smiled.

Maybe tonight, the past would finally be rewritten.