First Day in Her Body

Lucas woke up to the soft morning light spilling across the pale walls. Still groggy, he sat up—only to feel the silky fabric of a robe slide across his now much smoother skin. It took a second to remember: this wasn’t his body anymore.

He padded barefoot over to the window, the cool floor sending a little jolt up his spine, and sat down by the small desk. The robe flowed over his legs as he crossed them, and he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection—long blonde hair, soft curves, and a sleepy but undeniably feminine posture.

“Okay... this is definitely real,” he muttered.

He picked up the tiny cup of coffee waiting on the tray, took a sip, and almost laughed. Strong. Bitter. Exactly how Mariana took it. But somehow, drinking it now felt... good. Like it fit the moment. He wasn’t just trying her body on—he was slipping into her morning routine too.

Down the hall, he could hear her—Mariana, in his body—probably opening drawers, looking confused, maybe wondering why his socks were all mismatched. He smiled, letting his head lean gently against the window frame.

This whole body-swap thing was supposed to be a disaster, a weird mistake or maybe even a punishment. But as the sunlight warmed his bare legs and the caffeine hit just right, Lucas had to admit—there was something undeniably peaceful about this.

The way the robe hugged his waist, the scent of perfume still lingering in the air, the quiet. It was like seeing the world through a softer lens. He took another sip and caught himself smiling.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, spending a day in her skin. Maybe he’d even learn something.

With a long sigh, he set the cup down, stood up slowly—feeling just how different every movement was—and whispered to himself, “Alright. Let’s see what else today’s got for me.”