As she finished her rant, she went to leave and noticed her car was gone. As she turned around, she saw Milo walking up behind her with a smug look on his face. "Surprise!" he said as he pulled her i

Milo had always been the accommodating type, especially when it came to his girlfriend, Harmony. She was just a year younger than him, and was off at college, entrusting him with the task of watching over her house. It was a chill respite from the chaotic whirlwind his life had been ensnared in over the past few months. He had recently split from Gloria, his hyper-protective ex-girlfriend, who was five years older than him. Gloria's smothering and overbearing attitude had suffocated him. Worse still, she was perennially suspicious about everyone Milo associated with. This psychological stronghold, paired with her unceasing interference in his friendships and especially his relationship with Harmony, had finally seen Milo call it quits. Nightmares of Gloria sneaking into Harmony's house disturbed his sleep. Underneath the safety of the duvet, he witnessed in drowsy terror as Gloria skulked about the house, a phantom of his tortured past. The terror-inducing dream shook him awake in the early morning hours. As he woke, overcome with relief when he came back to reality, he stumbled into the living room. Tripping over an unknown obstacle, Milo found himself accidentally stepping into something. A look of astonishment passed over his face when he realized what they were. Standing in front of him were black high platform sandals - Gloria’s favorite shoes. Paranoia quickly replaced his tranquility. He wondered if the nightmare was an omen of an actual break-in by Gloria. Suddenly, a tingling sensation engulfed his feet. His size 10s shrank down to Gloria's slender size 6 figure, complete with her characteristic black nail polish. His heart pounded nervously in his chest as he experienced his height shrinking, his hair melting into inky black curls, and his eyes morphing into Gloria's cocoa brown orbs. He observed in disbelief as his lips grew fuller, and a tattoo of a broken heart appeared on his chest. "No, I can't be her," Milo protested, "She's awful to Harmony." But it was to no avail. Sunglasses appeared on his newly changed face, and his casual attire altered into short shorts and a black crop top - Gloria's preferred style. Without him realizing, his memories as Milo were vanishing as he gradually began to remember himself only as Gloria. Initially, the reincarnated Gloria was confused, but soon acknowledged with a twisted logic that she had broken into Harmony's home to find Milo. Slipping her feet into the platforms that had sparked the bizarre transformation, Gloria texted Milo a picture of her shoes as a cruel announcement of her arrival. Hearing a notification go off, Gloria spotted Milo's phone on the floor and crushed it under her sandal-clad foot. Her words for Milo were cold and demanding as she said out loud, "Where have you gone, Milo? You owe me a conversation. You dumped me for a run-of-the-mill girl, left me hanging, and now you're dodging me? You should learn how to treat a woman.” There was a dissonance between Gloria's actions and her confusion about where Milo had disappeared to. Little did she know, she was the embodiment of Milo now, a cruel twist of fate and a chilling reminder of the past that she simply couldn't comprehend.