Chapter one:

Life of Kody

I woke up with a peculiar sensation, no longer under my fluffy comforter in my room back in Michigan. I felt cool wind brushing against my skin, the sound of war cries and clashing metal echoing in my ears. The world around me was blurred, and it took a moment for my vision to adjust.
When everything finally came into view, realization clashed against my senses. I was standing in the middle of a medieval-style village with spears flying overhead and raucous yells all around. Instead of my thin body and dirty blond hair, I was now a muscular archer with a shock of pink hair. A quick check confirmed the horror—I, Kody Archer, was no longer me, or at least the male me.
A laugh rippled through my mind. "Oh, the irony!" I thought, glancing down at my attire—a green skirt with a blue cape. "An Archer named Kody Archer, in Clash of Clans."
I could never have imagined this even in my wildest dreams. It made me feel ridiculous and totally out of my element, but before I could bemoan my predicament, I realized that I was amidst a battle.
Fortresses were under attack, the cannons were firing relentlessly, wizards were weaving spells, and giants were smashing the defenses. Around me, others looked identical—pink-haired archers adorned in green skirts and blue capes. But amidst all the chaos and confusion, one figure stood out—the Archer Queen, a behemoth of a woman with fierce dark purple hair, a magnificent crown set upon her head, and the same style green cape billowing in the wind. She had an air of power and grace that demanded everyone's attention.
I admired her from afar for her regal poise and the natural leadership she seemingly had over the frantically fighting village. Just thinking about the responsibility she bore made my eyes widen. Comparatively speaking, I only had to cope with my new feminine body, a fact that I soon realized came with its own set of unique issues.
Office cubicles and computer screens were replaced by medieval warfare, and jeans and t-shirts replaced by skirts and capes. I was a woman, a pink-haired archer woman, fighting alongside witches, wizards, knights, and barbarians in the intense world of Clash of Clans.
I clenched my teeth, readied my bow, and let my first arrow fly. An enemy wall crumbled under the force of my attack, and I felt a buzz of energy. It was terrifying. It was thrilling. I wasn't just in a high-level village—I was the high-level village.
Between shooting arrows, dodging spear gobs, and helping the other replicas in my clan, I found time to dwell on my new reality. I had to prove my worth in a complex balancing act of archer skills and crisis management. I wasn't just surviving—I was thriving.