I had never been good at confessing my feelings. But this Valentine’s Day, I was finally going to do it. After months of crushing on Jake—his easy smile, his warm laugh, the way he made everyone feel special—I couldn’t keep it in any longer.
I spent hours getting ready, rehearsing my words, smoothing out my dress. With a box of chocolates in hand, I found him outside of class and took a deep breath.
“Jake, I—um—I really like you. Would you want to go out sometime?”
His expression shifted instantly—an awkward, apologetic look that made my heart sink.
“Oh… wow,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re really great, but I just don’t see you that way.”
I forced a smile. Laughed it off. Acted like it didn’t matter. But it did.
That night, staring at my ceiling, I whispered into the dark, I just wish I could be everything he wanted.
When I woke up, something felt wrong. My body was heavier in places it shouldn’t be, lighter in others. My shirt fit differently. My voice—low and groggy—wasn’t mine. I scrambled out of bed and nearly tripped over my own feet.
And then I saw him in the mirror.
Dark, messy hair. Sharp jawline. Lean muscle under my suddenly short, tight crop top. Hands larger than they should be. A body that wasn’t mine—but was undeniably me.
My phone buzzed, and I picked it up with shaky fingers. A message from my best friend:
“So… did you know Jake’s into guys? Because that rejection? Definitely not about you.”
My breath caught.
I had wished to be everything he wanted.
And now, I was.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Hope you enjoy this quick story! Also thank you for all the love on my stories! I just started this blog a little over a week ago and I’m so excited to see the places it goes!
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