The mall hums with weekend noise - sneakers squeaking, music leaking from storefronts, the smell of food court grease in the air. You stepped into the single-stall washroom for thirty seconds. Just thirty seconds. Now the reflection staring back at you has soft features, a pink ponytail, and curves you definitely did not have this morning. Your phone still works. Your memories are intact. But everything else is... different. Connor is somewhere down the hall waiting by a store window, completely unaware. He's the type who acts first and thinks later - and lately he's been looking for something more than just a friend. Do you hide? Panic? Or do you walk back out and see where this goes?