The day after the body swap was, to put it mildly, a disaster.

Devon—now in Astral's body—hadn't yet fully adjusted to the weight of his new reality. He tried walking like Astral, but it was... *awkward*. Her long, graceful strides that she took for granted were impossible for him to replicate. His legs felt unfamiliar, like they didn't quite belong to him, and his new hair was too long for his liking, constantly falling in his face.

Astral—now stuck in Devon's body—was no better. She had no idea how to function in this clumsy, human body. Everything felt wrong. She kept tripping over her feet, getting her balance off, and trying to use magic that didn't work. It was incredibly frustrating.

"Why can't I *just* float?" Astral grumbled, sitting on the edge of her bed in Devon's room, feeling the human world suffocating her. "This is... ridiculous."

"Maybe because you're *not* in your fairy form anymore?" Devon replied sarcastically from the other side of the room, adjusting to his new reflection in the mirror. He was still trying to fix his hair, which stubbornly refused to cooperate.

"How do you even deal with this?" she grumbled, her frustration growing. "I can't even *fly*. No wings. No magic. Nothing."

Devon didn't respond right away. He was staring at his—no, *her*—body in the mirror, running his fingers through the long strands of hair that fell around her shoulders. He was still getting used to the idea of having long hair, much less the fact that he was a girl.

"Maybe you should try *walking* first instead of complaining," Devon muttered, turning away from the mirror and heading for the door. "You know, like a normal human. It's not that hard."

Astral's glare could have burned through glass. "I'm *not* a normal human. I'm a fairy, and I *need* my magic back." She crossed her arms, slouching against the wall. "This is beyond frustrating."

Devon rolled his eyes. "Look, *Astral*... this isn't easy for either of us. But we're stuck like this, so we need to figure out how to make it work. We've got to get through the day, and we've got school. You think you can handle that, *your highness*?"

Astral couldn't argue with that. It had been her idea to come to the human realm, and now she was stuck with no magic, no wings, and no idea how to navigate a normal high school day. At least Devon had the advantage of *knowing* how human life worked, even if he wasn't exactly thrilled to be her. But the magic thing was the hardest part—no floating, no spells, nothing. How was she supposed to live like this?

"Fine," she sighed dramatically. "But I'm not walking in these *heels*. This body has no idea how to walk without tripping."

Devon snorted, still adjusting to the *look* of Astral's body in the mirror. "Well, we can work on that later, but for now we've got to get to school. Come on, I'll make sure we don't get lost."

The human world felt *strange* to Astral. All the other students in the hallways, the noise, the constant hustle and bustle—she felt out of place, like she didn't belong. But now, more than ever, she had to *pretend* to be human. Her only option was to blend in and try to act like Devon.

At least, for the time being.

--

At School*

Walking into the school felt surreal. Devon—the real Devon—had done this every day of his life. For Astral, this was a brand-new experience. She wasn't used to walking in crowded hallways, dodging students rushing to their next class, or trying to figure out where she was supposed to be.

They had a few minutes before the first bell rang, so Devon—still in Astral's body—decided to find her locker, even though he had no idea what the combination was. He needed to grab her books for the day. Astral followed him closely, trying her best to look like she belonged.

"Okay, this is my locker," Devon muttered to himself, fumbling with the combination. He sighed when the lock didn't turn the first time.

"How do you do this every day?" Astral asked, standing behind him and watching the hallway traffic. "This is... horrible."

Devon shot her an irritated glance. "Well, this is *my* life, so yeah, I do it every day. You'll get used to it."

"Maybe," Astral mumbled, not feeling so sure. She was *supposed* to be a fairy princess, someone with magic and power, not... this. A student in a normal high school.

Just as she was about to complain again, a voice called out from the end of the hall.

"Astral!"

Both of them froze.

Astral's heart skipped a beat as she saw Morgan, her best friend, coming down the hallway, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Morgan looked slightly confused when she saw Devon—*Astral*—standing there in front of her, but she smiled.

"Hey, what's going on?" Morgan asked, glancing from Devon to Astral and back again. "Are you two alright? You look a little... different."

Devon felt his stomach churn. The thing with Astral's body was that she *couldn't* lie. And right now, he had no choice but to tell Morgan the truth.

"I... uh..." Devon stammered, his throat feeling dry. "I don't know how to explain this, but—"

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Are you feeling okay?"

Devon's mind raced. The truth hung in the air, and his body—Astral's body—didn't have the luxury of lying. He had to tell her.

"It's... it's actually me, Devon," he admitted, his voice tight with the strangest sensation of helplessness. "Astral and I... we switched bodies. I know it sounds insane, but I don't know what to do."

Morgan blinked, clearly processing what he just said. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, *what*?"

"I told you it sounds crazy, but it's true," Devon—*Astral*—said, his voice quiet. "I'm... me. But I'm stuck in her body."

Morgan stared at him for a moment, her mouth opening and closing as though trying to make sense of it all. "So, Astral is... you?" She shook her head. "This is... wow, this is insane."

Devon nodded, feeling a sense of defeat. "I don't know how it happened, but it did. We need to figure out how to reverse it before we're stuck like this forever."

Morgan let out a small laugh, though it was more out of shock than amusement. "Okay, well, I guess this explains why you were acting so weird this morning... And why your hair is suddenly so long."

Devon rubbed his temples. "Yeah, I've got to get used to *this* now." He was trying to keep it together, but his frustration was evident.

"Alright, alright," Morgan said, her tone softening. "I don't even know where to start. But we'll figure this out. For now, let's just try to get through the day. You can tell me more later."

Devon gave her a half-smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Thanks, Morgan. I... I appreciate it."

--

The day was only just beginning, but already, everything felt like a whirlwind. Devon was getting more and more frustrated with his lack of control over Astral's body, and Astral felt like she was slowly losing grip on reality. The school was a maze of unfamiliar faces, and nothing was as easy as it had seemed in her own world. But the reality of the swap was slowly starting to settle in—this was her life for the next ninety days, and there was no escaping it.

Astral and Devon had no idea how they were going to get through this, but for now, all they could do was try to survive the school day... in each other's shoes.