At the End of the Swap…
Shota Shinoda was welcoming the start of just another ordinary day. For him, the daily routine of a high school student was nothing special. That morning, while heading to school as usual, he passed by his neighbor, Mrs. Kumiko Tanaka. She greeted him with a kind smile, “Good morning, Shota-kun.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Tanaka,” Shota replied briefly and tried to keep walking. But at that moment, a sound reached their ears—the screeching of slipping tires.
“Look out!” Kumiko’s scream echoed, but before Shota could understand what was happening, his vision rocked violently, and his consciousness faded away.
When he came to, Shota was in a room he didn’t recognize at all. Lying in bed, he felt a strange sensation in his limbs.
“Where… is this…?” he muttered.
The voice was different from his usual self—it was soft, with a calm tone. He slowly sat up and looked around. Soft pink curtains hung on the walls, and neatly arranged cosmetics sat on the vanity.
Confused, Shota looked at his hands. They were entirely different from the ones he knew. They were slender, graceful—unmistakably the hands of a woman.
“What… is this?” Surprised by his own voice, he scrambled to find a mirror.
Reflected there was an older woman, completely different from himself. Disbelieving, he touched the mirror, and the woman inside mirrored his movement.
“Why… am I Mrs. Tanaka…?” Shota’s mind went blank, and his legs felt weak.
Meanwhile, Kumiko Tanaka woke up in a similar way, only to find herself lying in a hospital bed. When she opened her eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling entered her view, and she felt something was wrong.
“Eh… where am I?” She tried to speak, but the voice wasn’t hers. Fearfully looking down at her body, she saw Shota’s youthful form. Unable to even scream from the shock, Kumiko touched her face with trembling hands. Those hands, too, were young and strong.
“No way… could this be?” Her voice shook, her mind filled with terror and confusion.
A few days later, Shota and Kumiko began living in each other’s houses. After the accident, the diagnosis was that nothing could be done, and the two had no choice but to accept reality. Shota had to endure living Kumiko’s life, and Kumiko had to live as Shota.
“Shota-kun… what should we do?” Kumiko said anxiously, sitting in the living room of his house with Shota’s body.
“To be honest, I don’t know either. But… if we can’t go back, all we can do is keep living each other’s lives,” Shota replied calmly, though still confused by hearing his own voice coming from Kumiko’s body.
“But Shota-kun, your family, your school… how can I explain this?” Kumiko pleaded with a tearful voice.
“We have to think about that too. But for now, we have to stay calm and deal with things one by one.” Shota let out a deep sigh through Kumiko’s body. Despite his anxiety, he was determined to overcome this situation.
For the first week, Shota struggled desperately to adapt to Kumiko’s life. Her closet was filled with feminine clothes—dresses and skirts that were entirely foreign to him.
“I have to wear these…?” he whispered one morning, sighing in front of the closet. But to continue life as Kumiko, it was unavoidable.
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