Two weeks had passed since the Gender Wave hit — a sudden, unexplainable phenomenon that reshaped every person on the planet, flipping their genders overnight. For Samantha, now Sam, the change was jarring at first, but strangely, she had adapted quicker than most. It wasn’t like waking up in someone else’s skin — it was still her body, her face, just… redefined. Broader shoulders, leaner waist, stronger arms, and a sharper jawline. She was the male version of herself.
Sam stood shirtless in front of the small dorm mirror, tilting his head as he flexed experimentally. His hair still curled the same way, his brown eyes were unmistakably his, but now there was a masculine edge that hadn’t been there before. His voice had dropped, too — rich, deep, and still startling every time he spoke. It wasn’t what he imagined for his senior year of college, but he wasn’t exactly complaining. The attention from girls (and some guys) around campus was an unexpected bonus.
Across the room, though, his roommate Jessie was having a much harder time. Jessie had barely emerged from under the mountain of blankets since the Wave. The sight of her now stocky male frame, with shoulders that stretched out every shirt she tried to wear, had sent her spiraling.
Sam sighed, pulling on a loose t-shirt before sitting on the edge of Jessie’s bed. “Jess,” he said gently, adjusting to the sound of his own voice. “I know it’s weird. Believe me, I get it. But it’s still you. Just… different.'
There was no answer at first, only a soft sniffle. Then, one of Jessie’s eyes peeked out from the covers, staring at Sam’s confident posture. Sam gave a soft smile.
“It gets easier,” he said. “You don’t have to figure it all out today.
Jessie stayed silent, but the blanket shifted, just enough to give Sam hope.
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