How could it be — out of everyone in this godforsaken world — that the person he’d swapped bodies with during the Great Shift was his own daughter, Megan?
He stood before the mirror, tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t believe this was real. He was going to have to live the rest of her life — in her body. She had just turned nineteen, barely beginning adulthood, when the strange global event struck.
What hurt even more was knowing that Megan was now trapped in his sixty-seven-year-old body — frail, aching, and worn down. She had lost her youth, her energy, her future… and he had unwillingly taken it from her.
It was unbearable, but eventually, nature called. He had to use the bathroom. Everything felt wrong — unfamiliar, uncomfortable. He tried not to look, but the moment was overwhelming. As he washed his hands afterward, the truth hit him all over again: he would now have to live as his daughter.
He would have to shower in her body, see what she saw, feel what she felt. Even the smallest parts of daily life — clothes, routine, and the realities of being a young woman — would now be his to navigate. The thought left him dizzy.
He looked at the reflection in the mirror once more — her reflection — and whispered, “I’m so sorry, Megan.”
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