Jake, a mischievous boy with tousled hair and a knack for teasing, leans over to his friend, snickering as he points at Lila, the girl known for her love of frills and sparkles. "Look at her hair ribbons—does she own stock in glitter?"Lila, sitting upright and writing neatly in her notebook, glances back with a mysterious glint in her eyes.

Lila steps forward, her shoes clicking softly on the tile. The air feels charged, as if a storm is imminent despite the clear afternoon. "You think it's funny to make fun of someone for liking pink? Maybe you just haven't tried it yourself."

Jake's confusion turns to shock as his reflection in the window morphs. His clothes shift into a frilly, pastel-colored school uniform, his hair grows long and wavy, and a tiara appears atop his head. "W-what's happening to me? Lila, what did you do?""Just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Maybe you'll see things differently now," Lila replies with a half-smile.

Jake blushes furiously, clutching a pink backpack, while whispers follow him down the corridor. The world seems overwhelming, every sound and color more intense. "How am I supposed to live like this? Everyone's staring at me," he mutters under his breath.

Lila smiles, "Maybe next time, you'll think before you tease, enjoy your boobs, you have a nice rack."