I sat in my room, binge-watching my favorite BL drama, mesmerized by the tender moments between the leads. As I witnessed their love triumph over adversity, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. "I wish I were a boy," I whispered to myself, "so I could experience love like that." Little did I know, my wish would come true in the most unexpected way.

The next morning, I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling and the beeping of machines. My body ached as if I'd been run over by a truck. Groggily, I got out of bed and looked around, taking in the sterile hospital room. Confusion set in – what was I doing here?

My mind racing, I stumbled to the mirror, recalling all the anime and dramas I'd watched where reincarnation was a possibility. Maybe this was my chance to discover magical powers? But as I gazed into the mirror, my heart skipped a beat. I wasn't dead, nor had I been hit by a truck... so why was I here?

Before I could process anything, a boy burst into the room, pinning me against the wall. "Who knows what?" he growled, his eyes blazing with intensity. I pushed him away, startled. "How can you do this to a girl? Are you trying to kill me?"

The boy's expression changed, and he sneered, "Navia, what are you talking about? You're a boy. And you're mine until you pay your debts – You're talking nonsense because David likes girls, right?"

My mind reeled as I stumbled back to the mirror. That's when I saw it – my reflection, but not as a girl. I was a boy. My world spun, and I almost passed out. This had to be some kind of kidnapping or twisted experiment. I turned to run, but the boy was hot on my heels.