There's this recurring dream I have.

I can't seem to remember it.

But it's the same dream, and yet it's not.

I wake up wondering...

Wondering who…

Who is it that I'm missing?

Wondering why it seems as though…

I miss someone very much.

A part of my life has gone missing.

But I'm always wondering…

Yet I'm always wondering…

Who are you?

Who are you?

Roxas

Bright. It was really bright.

I slowly opened my eyes and regretted it. My eyes burned from the rays of sunlight. Why was it so bright in my room? Had I forgotten to close my window curtains last night? I rarely ever have them open so I don't understand why they'd be open in the first place.

Slowly, I attempt to open my eyes again. After several blinks, my eyes began to adjust.

I looked around at my surroundings.

Then I realized.

Nothing looked familiar.

"Where am I?" I whisper to myself.

I look down to see myself in a silky, white nightgown.

But that wasn't what really caught my attention.

B-Boobs?

"A-Are they real?" I whisper, as I hesitantly touch the right one. I squeezed it and felt a weird sensation.

"They certainly feel real…," I wasn't sure how to feel about this.

What kind of hocus pocus shit was this?

Suddenly the door was thrown opened. I look up to see a girl with auburn hair standing at the doorway. Her eyes lavender and a tint of blue, shining even brighter as the sunlight shines at her in the right direction.

"E-Er, who…?" I begin to ask, but wasn't sure how to ask.

Her right brow quirks up, "Naminé , you're not up yet? We're going to be late for class!"

"Eh, Naminé ?" I question, sort of testing out the name in between my lips. Then I realized something.

My voice. It was light, sweet, and soft. Not masculine or boyish like how it's supposed to be.

"Hurry up and get ready for school! You're lucky Sora's always running behind so we can actually wait for him today," with that said she slams the bedroom door shut, leaving me by myself again.

I quickly sprang from the bed to the mirror that is hanging up on the wall.

A girl stares back at me in the reflection.

Her eyes blue like the sky, so bright and inviting. Platinum hair that was silky and soft that ended right below her shoulders. Her skin complexion was light and fair. Her figure was small and curvy. Breasts were round and perky, I wanted to guess that she was in the B cup area. Her collar bones stuck out because of her skinny frame. I turn in the mirror to look at her from behind. Her butt wasn't every guy's fantasy, but she did have a cute, plump butt.

A person I did not recognize whatsoever.

I stripped myself of the nightgown.

Seeing the actual feminine parts and not seeing the masculine, I stared blankly at the reflection.

A moment of pause passes as I stare at the naked girl in the reflection.

My breathing becomes hard and fast. I clutch the mirror. Hard and tight. The girl in the mirror mirrors me. Her face distorted in confusion just like how I felt.

"W-WHAT IS THIS!?"

A/N: So life caught up with me. Years have passed and things have changed. A lot of things happened. And I found myself changing. Right now, I'm going through a lot. So I was recommended to try doing hobbies. But that was the problem, I never had time to do anything for myself. So I decided to try to making time for myself. At least an hour or two a day for myself. Which you would think is plenty, but before you know it, it's quick and done. It was also hard to find a hobby I enjoy mainly because I wasn't sure of what I liked. I wanted something other than watching Netflix and reading all day. Hopefully writing will stick. I'm known to start and then drop off the face of the Earth. But I think this will be good for me.

The story is basically inspired by the movie Your Name. It's such a great and beautiful movie. For any of those that haven't seen it, I would totally recommend watching it! There were some things that were left unanswered in the movie, and usually I'd be the first to question and critic everything wrong or unanswered about a movie (Trust me, although I loved Frozen, I was critiquing the crap out of the movie). But I didn't. The movie was beautiful. The design and colors of the movie was extremely beautiful for an anime. And I guess that was why I didn't care much for the unanswered stuff in the movie. The beautiful scenes made up for it. The storyline wasn't at all confusing, though you think it'd be since they were switching places throughout the movie. It was phenomenal, I was crying tears. It's a must watch. It inspired me to try writing again, because I began thinking of scenes to incorporate into the story, and how I was going to change things to be different from the actual movie. The beginnings might start out the same, which were also part of my favorite scenes. Give me some reviews and critiques. That'll also be the judge of if I should continue on or not. I wouldn't want to continue a story that sucks.