(Caption) Meteorite

It was a quiet night. The sky was dark, but filled with stars. He enjoyed nights like this—calm and still. As he walked slowly along a narrow path, wearing a loose jacket and sneakers, he let the cool air settle his thoughts.

Suddenly, a flash lit up the sky in the distance. A streak of light shot across like a meteor, falling quickly with a glowing trail behind it. A low rumble followed as it crashed, shaking the ground slightly. He stopped and stared at the direction where it had landed. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to go take a look.

When he arrived, he saw a large stone embedded in the earth, still giving off heat. Its surface shimmered faintly. As he got closer, he could feel something strange in the air—an energy that made his skin tingle. He reached out to touch it, but just before his fingers made contact, a burst of light shot out from the stone, knocking him back. He fell to the ground and everything went blurry.

When he opened his eyes, everything felt wrong. His body was different—his bones thinner, his skin softer, even his voice had changed. He pushed himself up and looked down. What he saw stunned him.

He had become a girl. His body was smaller, more delicate, and his skin was unusually pale. His hair was long and silver, flowing down past his shoulders. The clothes he'd been wearing hung off him, far too loose. He stood there, unsure of what to do.

Then the stone began to glow again and cracked open. Inside was a set of clothes—a dress, some accessories, and a pair of shoes. He didn't know why, but he felt a strong urge to put them on, like they were meant for him. After a brief pause, he changed into them, piece by piece.

When he looked down again, he saw a girl in a blue and white dress. The skirt was decorated with small details, and there were ribbons and a string of pearls at the waist. Thin stockings covered her legs, making them look even slimmer. On her feet were a pair of blue Mary Jane shoes that made a soft sound with each step. They felt oddly comfortable, as if they'd been made to fit her exactly.

She stood there, not sure how to feel. The wind brushed against her skirt, making it sway. Everything about her was different now.

Just then, voices sounded in the distance—other people had come to see the fallen meteorite. Her heart jumped. She turned and ran. Her Mary Janes tapped lightly against the road as she moved, the sheer stockings clinging to her legs as they moved under the flaring skirt. She didn't dare stop until she made it home, slammed the door shut, and slid down against it.

Breathing hard, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Nothing was the same anymore.

The next morning, she saw the news. Reports about a meteorite that fell the night before, and a blurry photo of a "mysterious alien girl" nearby. She recognized the figure in the image—it was her, running away.

She sighed, but then smiled a little. She didn't know what was going to happen next, but somehow, it didn't feel so bad.