When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in Selina's house.Instead, I was lying in a white void — endless, soft, and silent.
Then a voice echoed from nowhere.Warm. Calm. Almost welcoming.
"Hi, Steven. I hear you've been naughty these past few years."
The tone was teasing, but the words carried weight.
"Cheating on your girl. Neglecting your sister.Even your career's gone nowhere — just renting that little studio with your inheritance money, draining it away for nothing."
The voice paused, then added with cruel amusement:
"A lousy thirty-year-old man."
The words struck like falling stones.Each one cracked something inside me.
I tried to move, but my arms were bound behind my back.My feet — chained.I was lying on something soft, like a pile of cushions. It was warm, yet the air felt cold against my skin.
I still couldn't see anything beyond the white.
"Who are you?!" I shouted, my voice echoing. "Show yourself! Be a man!"
The void trembled — and laughter rang out.Low. Sharp. Feminine.
"Of course you'd think I'm a man," she said. "You always do."
Her voice wrapped around me, closer now.
"Tell me, Steven… what kind of man are you?"
My throat tightened.That was my chance to speak, but the words wouldn't come.Nothing I could say would make it right.
Tears burned down my face — hot and helpless.
Then came a snap.
The white void cracked like glass, shattering into countless reflections.Mirrors appeared all around me — tall, narrow, endless — the kind you see in haunted carnivals.
And then, I began to float.Weightless. Suspended in midair.
Reflections of me surrounded every angle — my back, my front, my profile.Each version of me looked slightly different, as if every lie, every betrayal, had shaped a new face.
I stared at myself — and for the first time, I didn't recognize the man looking back.
Then something shifted.Still floating, I felt my body spin — slow, graceful, unnatural.
And as I turned, I noticed… my hair.It was longer. Lighter. It shimmered like pale gold under the white light.
My skin looked softer, smoother — glistening as if it had been anointed with oils.I could feel the change in the shape of my body — the faint curve of my hips, the tightening of my waist, the strange, almost delicate balance replacing my old weight.
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming… or being rewritten.
I spun faster and faster until I had to shut my eyes.When the spinning finally stopped, I was floating again — weightless, breathless.
And then I saw it.
I was wearing the exact same lingerie I'd bought for Suzan during our last trip together —the blue Lorna set.
The air around me pulsed like a heartbeat, and in the distance, her voice whispered once more — soft and cruel.
"Now, let's see how it feels."