Antoinette stood under the hot water, gripping the sides of her head, eyes squeezed shut.

She just groped her male self's nuts.

And that wasn't even the wildest part.

No, the wildest part was that he grabbed her tit in retaliation.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HER LIFE RIGHT NOW?!

Her body tensed, and without thinking, she did what she always did when life hit her with the most stupid-ass situations.

She threw her head back and silently screamed.

Water cascaded down her face, but that didn't drown out the sheer existential crisis she was having.

She wasn't even like this with men normally.

Sure, she was sassy, blunt, funny, and gave zero fucks, but that was because she wasn't the type to play around with dudes. She didn't flirt, wasn't confident in being overly touchy, and damn sure wasn't the type to grab some dude's nuts just because she was losing a game of pride.

So why the hell was she acting like this with him?

Or rather, with herself?

Maybe it was because he was literally her.

Same attitude. Same humor. Same energy.

They weren't just familiar with each other—they were the same damn person.

Antoinette groaned, pressing her forehead against the tiled wall.

"This is too much," she muttered.

Her entire life had been flipped upside down.

She woke up in a parallel universe.

She met her male self and immediately fought him.

She engaged in a pride battle that led to an unintentional mutual grope.

And now, she was trying not to overthink how weirdly natural it felt to talk to him.

She sighed, letting the hot water relax her muscles.

At least she had gotten first shower privileges.

The last thing she needed was for both of them to be fresh out of the shower at the same time.

That would be a disaster waiting to happen.

But still...

She smirked to herself. "That nigga really palmed my tit like a basketball," she muttered, shaking her head.

Yeah, no—this was gonna be a long fucking day.

To Be Continued...