This is wrong!

— Hello, what the hell, Viktor? Where the hell are you? — the loud, irritated voice of his boss nearly made him drop the phone. Viktor flinched, feeling as if he might lose his grip on it.

— I... um... it’s just that... — his voice, sounding more like nervous chirping rather than his usual low and confident tone, cut his boss off mid-sentence. Viktor bit his lip, realizing he sounded like a scared little girl, which only made him angrier. He didn’t know what had happened, but this morning he woke up like this.

— What?! Who the hell are you?! Where’s Viktor?! — his boss practically roared. Viktor’s fingers — thin, fragile, with neat nails — started to shake. His lips were dry.

— Well, it’s... me — he whispered softly, staring at his reflection in the mirror and not believing that the gorgeous woman in that evening dress was... him?!

— Are you... Are you joking?! — his boss rasped, clearly losing patience. — Are you Viktor’s girlfriend or something?! Tell that idiot he’s fired! — The phone call abruptly ended, and Viktor didn’t even have time to say anything. He just stared blankly at the empty screen, feeling his heart pounding as if it was going to break through his ribs. His boss really fired him?

“Damn it…” — he whispered, glancing up at his reflection. Dark, almost coal-black hair fell freely over his shoulders, emphasizing features that could drive anyone insane. The deep neckline of the dress accentuated his chest, and long lashes seemed to flutter back at him. Viktor swallowed, feeling something strangely heavy swaying at his ears — earrings? Big, golden earrings that practically screamed that he wasn’t just in a woman’s body but in the body of a stunning woman who knew how to make an impression.

— This is a nightmare… This is just a nightmare… — he whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from his new reflection.

A sharp knock echoed through the room, and Viktor tensed up. "It’s probably Mike..." his friend, with whom they’d planned to discuss the details of a new project today.

— Vic! Are you alive in there? — came a hoarse voice from the other side of the door, and Viktor felt his whole body tighten up. Damn, he looked around frantically, trying to figure out what to say to Mike.

“No-o-o, Mike will definitely think this is some kind of joke... Plus, he’s such a damn macho and could start his... ugh, what am I even thinking?!” He flinched slightly, staggering, and the sound of his heels echoed treacherously through the entire apartment.

— Vic, are you there or not? — Mike knocked again, this time his voice sounding more impatient. — I hear you in there, enough hiding! — Mike nearly burst through the door, and Viktor took a shaky breath, gathering up the scraps of courage that seemed to have vanished along with his old body. His heart was pounding wildly, a relentless reminder that he looked as if they had stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. Mentally praying to all the gods at once, Viktor grabbed the door handle, hesitated for a moment, and then swung it open abruptly.

— Hi, — he croaked out, immediately realizing how out of place that sounded coming from such thin lips and with a voice that, despite his best efforts, sounded way too feminine.

— Holy crap… — Mike said slowly, staring at Viktor with an expression that seemed to be searching for something familiar. — Who the hell are you, and where’s Viktor?

Viktor swallowed, averting his gaze as he felt an unexpected flush of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks. He nervously brushed a strand of hair from his face, but the motion was so smooth, so graceful — as if his hand instinctively knew exactly how to move to perfectly adjust his hairstyle. Damn it, even his gestures were now feminine?!

— Uh… it’s me, Viktor, — he murmured barely audibly, trying not to look into Mike’s bewildered, squinting eyes. — Listen, it’s… strange, but… I kind of...

— Viktor? — Mike suddenly stepped forward, staring intensely at her, as if expecting his old friend with a trademark smirk to peek out from behind her shoulder any moment now. Viktor backed away, bumping into the edge of the table and nearly stumbling in those damned heels that gave him no chance of walking normally. Mike raised an eyebrow slightly, grinning wider.

— Ha! Okay, bravo. A joke, right? You must be his girlfriend or something?

— No, damn it! It’s me, Viktor! — he burst out, feeling his new chest heaving up and down with every breath. — I don’t know how this happened! I just… woke up this morning... — He pointed sharply at himself. — LIKE THIS!

— Like this? — Mike raised a skeptical eyebrow, looking Viktor up and down from his slender neck to his legs in provocative high-heeled shoes. — Look, I don’t know who you are, but damn, it’s really convincing.

— Convinc... Mike, you idiot?! I’m serious! — Viktor didn’t even notice that he was raising his voice, making his new feminine timbre sound even more emotional. — I have no idea why I look like this! Do you think I’d put on this dress if I had a choice?!

Mike nodded slightly, looking at him as if trying not to laugh.

— Well… to be honest, the dress suits you better than your usual shirts, — he smirked, and Viktor felt his insides twist with a mix of anger and embarrassment. — By the way, nice makeup, too.

— Stop it… — Viktor placed his hands on his hips, but the motion came out so elegant and — worse — so seductive that Mike just smirked even more. — I told you! I. It’s. Me! Viktor! You don’t believe me! I can see you don’t believe me! — Viktor nearly cried out, sinking onto the couch, his face buried in his hands. He didn’t even notice Mike stepping closer until he felt him sit down beside him, only realizing it when his arm wrapped around his fragile, feminine waist.

— Mike, you… — he whispered, the words barely escaping his dry throat, more out of shock and discomfort from such closeness. He twitched, trying to pull away.

— Shh, — Mike held him tighter, his breath brushing against Viktor’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. Viktor bit his lip, feeling some strange, frightening wave rising within him. — I believe you, I believe you... — Mike whispered. — I just need to… check something.

— Che-... — Viktor didn’t have time to finish as Mike suddenly turned his face toward him, and their lips pressed together, turning into a tender, passionate kiss. The world seemed to freeze for a split second. "What the hell is happening?!" flashed through his mind, his eyes widening so much that it seemed they would pop out of their sockets. But the strangest thing was that he found it hard to resist, as if his whole body went limp. His breath caught when Mike’s warm fingers wrapped around his waist tighter, and their lips met again, this time slower, awakening something inside Viktor that he didn’t even know how to name. Instinctively, he tried to push away, but instead of forcefully grabbing Mike’s chest and shoving him back, his hands rested on his shoulders — gently, almost affectionately. "This… this is wrong!"