I'd known how to reverse the switch all along.

At first, I'd contemplated remaining in this male form permanently.


After all, men navigate this world with far fewer obstacles.

They command boardrooms without being labeled "aggressive."

While women constantly juggle impossible expectations.


Sacrificing careers for children, ambition for harmony.

But whenever I thought about what Marcus had done with this body, nausea overwhelmed me.


Too defiled.

This body, traded for roles on casting couches—I couldn't bear to inhabit it a moment longer than necessary.

But before the final switch,

one last performance as Marcus Mitchell remained.

Lawyers had prepared ironclad documents for my permanent industry exit.

The divorce agreement was merely a prop to keep Marcus docile.

A carrot dangled to ensure he'd properly care for my body during recovery.

Since Marcus Mitchell so enjoyed trading his body for career advancement,

I decided to grant his final wish.

I found him the most "suitable" destination.