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His eyes opened to the same ceiling he’d seen every day—but the weight on his chest, the softness in his limbs, and the hair falling over his shoulders told a different story. He threw the blanket off and froze. The reflection in his closet mirror wasn’t him. Not as he remembered. He didn’t scream. He just whispered, “What happened to me?”