After Oscar turns into Victoria, he goes into serena's room and sees her sandal and glass on the ground and thinking she might have been hurt, he runs into the living room to see if she's okay. There

Once upon a time, Oscar was the quintessential 25-year-old, a fine mix of charismatic charm and unfiltered honesty. He was stationed at his new girlfriend, Serena's house. Serena was the polar opposite of Oscar's previous girlfriend, Victoria. Victoria, a 22-year-old Australian, initially dated Oscar for the accumulated glamour it brought her. Her superficial lifestyle was a stark contrast to Oscar, but when he proved himself loyal through her tough times, she grew fixated on him, the bond taking on an unhealthy tone. Oscar, seeing the obsessive edge to their relationship, decided a break up was best, hoping Victoria would prioritize her well-being and grow independently. On this particular day, Oscar found himself leisurely cleaning Serena's house, embodying the ideal boyfriend, providing a helping hand. As he finished tidying Serena's room, he meandered through the living room and accidentally tripped over a pair of silver low platform sandals. Catching his balance, recognition washed over him. The sandals were undeniably Victoria's. His heart pounded as he quickly shrugged them off. It was then that a bizarre sensation took hold of him. His feet seemed to be getting smaller, his toes miraculously painted with silver polish--Victoria's signature choice of nail polish. Panic surged through him as he touched his hair that was now dirty blonde and gazed into the mirror at his new baby blue eyes. His outfit transitioned into something Victoria would wear, his very being was morphing, right down to his memories and voice, an Australian accent now echoing in the room. Mid-sentence, his protestations warped into confusion. He, now she, only remembered herself as Victoria. "Wait please I don't ---- Oh what in the world am I on about now?" she said aloud, her voice unfamiliar. Assuming she had pulled off a mischievous stunt by sneaking into Serena's house, Victoria began to call for Oscar, oblivious to the fact that she was Oscar. Spotting her platform sandals, she slipped them on, stomping around the room in a mix of frustration and anxiety. Suddenly an unknown object in Serena's room caught her eye. It resembled an ornament of sorts. Guided by inexplicable force, Victoria stomped on the object with all her might, wincing as a shard of glass dug into her foot. "Ow bloody skank stealing my man making me hurt myself," Victoria rambled on, irate. She continued her search for Oscar, unaware of the ironic reality, that she was in fact, him.