Knowing her feeling

"What’s happening…? Where am I?!"

He blinked, heart pounding in his chest — or rather, in a body that didn’t feel like his.
Delicate hands. Long hair cascading over bare shoulders. Lace. Heels.
"Wait… who am I?"

Stumbling through the unfamiliar room, he rushed to the mirror.
The reflection nearly knocked the air out of his lungs.
"No… that’s… my ex?!"

And then, the memory hit like a whip.
The argument. Her voice, full of quiet rage:
"One day, you’ll know exactly what you made me go through. Every ounce of humiliation. Every look. Every silence."

A click at the door. It creaks open.
He turns around, frozen.
A man walks in — her new boyfriend.
"Wow, babe… you look absolutely stunning. So this is what you were going to show me tonight?"
That smile. That look.

He tries to speak, but the voice that comes out is no longer his.
It’s soft. Sweet.
Feminine.
And now, he understands.
Now, finally… he’s in her place.