Between Heels, Silences, and the Promise of White

Sometimes, the universe doesn’t answer with words. It answers with mirrors.

Jason had spent nearly the entire year locked in a cold war with his girlfriend. Endless arguments, slammed doors, long stretches of silence, and above all, the same accusation repeated like a bitter refrain:
— You have no idea how much harder my life is.

To Jason, it always sounded like exaggeration. In his simple, comfortable logic, her life seemed lighter, more protected, less demanding. Without thinking twice, he said it out loud — as if it were an absolute, undeniable truth.

Until that final argument of the year.

Hilda didn’t reply with words.

She simply raised her hand and pointed a finger.

The world spun. A sudden wave of nausea took over his body, his vision darkened, and the floor seemed to drift away for a brief second… before rushing back far too fast. When Jason opened his eyes, something was terribly wrong. Gravity felt different. Balance was unstable. An unfamiliar weight pulled his shoulders forward.

Then came the hair — long, blonde strands falling into his field of vision.

The mirror confirmed the impossible.

Jason was no longer in his own body.

There stood Hilda. Or rather, he was standing in her body. Every detail, every curve, every feminine trait reflected with a precision too cruel to be a dream.

Her voice echoed in his mind, cold and exact:
— If it’s really that easy… then enjoy yourself.

Dazed, Jason tried to think, to breathe, to understand. But nothing could have prepared him for what followed. Moving required caution. Sitting down, standing up, walking — everything now came with new rules. The world, once tailored perfectly to him, now demanded constant awareness.

For New Year’s Eve, he chose white — not out of tradition, but out of necessity. Peace. Reversal. A silent plea to the universe for this to be nothing more than a temporary lesson.

Dressed in white, now trapped in her body, Jason faced the night’s greatest challenge: balancing himself on high heels — thin, unforgiving things that tested every step, every attempt to stay upright.

And as he struggled not to fall, a truth slowly settled in, as clear as the reflection staring back at him:

Maybe her life had never been easy.
Maybe he had simply never been forced to see it… from the inside.