**Chapter 2: A Typical Day Ends**

Kaito stormed through the front door, his backpack slumped over one shoulder, his eyes fixed on the floor. The argument with Akira earlier that day still lingered in his mind, fueling his frustration. As he entered the living room, he was greeted by the familiar sight of his parents watching TV. His father, a burly man with a thick beard, grunted a hello, not taking his eyes off the screen. His mother, sitting beside him, looked up from her phone and offered a brief smile. "Hey, kiddo. How was your day?" Kaito shrugged, dropping his backpack onto the floor. "It was fine. Akira's just a pain in the neck, as usual." His mother's expression turned disapproving. "You need to focus on your studies, Kaito. You can't let Akira get the best of you." Kaito rolled his eyes, feeling a familiar sense of annoyance. "I know, mom. I'm trying." His father snorted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Trying isn't good enough. You need to be the best. You're not going to let some...some...minority get ahead of you, are you?" Kaito's eyes narrowed, his mind latching onto the familiar racist undertones in his father's voice. He had grown up with these views, had been taught to believe that people of color were somehow inferior. It was a mindset that was ingrained in him, one that he had never really questioned. As he went to bed that night, Kaito's mind was still racing with thoughts of Akira and their rivalry. He drifted off to sleep, his anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. The next morning, Kaito woke up to an unfamiliar sensation. He looked down to see that his body had changed overnight. He was no longer a boy; he was now a half-black gyaru woman. His eyes widened in shock as he took in his new appearance. His skin was darker, his features softer. He was pierced and tattooed, his hair styled in a way that was completely foreign to him. Kaito's mind reeled as he stumbled out of bed, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. Everything looked different, from the clothes in his closet to the furniture in his bedroom. He felt like he was living in someone else's skin, and he had no idea how to navigate this new reality. He stumbled to his closet, pushing open the door to reveal a collection of skimpy clothing and high-heeled shoes. Kaito's eyes widened in horror as he took in the array of outfits, his mind struggling to comprehend how these clothes had ended up in his closet. As he explored the house, he realized that everything was different. The furniture, the decorations, even the smell of the air seemed to have changed. Kaito's mind was filled with questions, but he had no idea where to start looking for answers. With a sense of trepidation, Kaito made his way downstairs, unsure of what he would find. As he entered the living room, he was met with a sight that made his blood run cold. His mother was on the couch, her body entwined with two black men. Kaito's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.