Rainfall Switch

It wasn’t just water hitting his skin — it was a whole new body learning how to feel.

The storm came out of nowhere. One second Kyle was walking home from work, hoodie pulled tight, muttering about the weather — and the next, a flash of lightning lit up the sky.

Then the world tilted.

When he opened his eyes again, he was flat on the ground — only... it wasn’t his body that had landed.

The rain was warm on his skin. His soft, delicate, unfamiliar skin. His hoodie was gone. His entire body was sleek, toned, wet from head to toe, wrapped only in a lacey dark bra and underwear that clung to every curve. His hair was long, soaked, falling over his shoulders like a waterfall.

He sat up slowly, staring at the rain glistening on his thighs, sliding across his belly, catching in the delicate fabric hugging his chest. The cold drops kissed every inch of skin — but instead of discomfort, it sent a chill of something else down his spine.

Across the park, a woman was stumbling to her feet — his old body. Confused. Disoriented. They locked eyes through the curtain of rain.

Lightning again. But no thunder. Just... silence and heat.

Kyle — now Kayla? — leaned back, letting the rain hit her full force. It wasn’t just water. It was sensation. Discovery. A flood of feeling in a body tuned differently, alive in a way he’d never known.

The rain hadn’t ruined his night.

It had changed everything.