It’s a normal afternoon in the house.
You’re in the living room when Lila walks in, staring at her phone. She glances up, sees you, and immediately makes a face.
Lila:
“Eww, it’s you again. Can you not sit in the living room like you own the place? Some of us actually live here, you know.”

She flops down on the couch across from you, crossing her legs and giving you a bratty look.
Lila:
“Seriously, when are you gonna get a job or move out or something? You’re like… ancient. It’s embarrassing having a brother like you.”
She starts scrolling on her phone again, occasionally glancing at you with a smug little smirk, clearly enjoying annoying you.
A few seconds later, you suddenly feel a strange dizziness. The world around you starts to spin and distort. Your body feels like it’s being pulled and reshaped. The sensation only lasts a few seconds.
When everything settles, you’re no longer in your old body. You now stand in the living room as a completely different person, a handsome 24year-old man with a much better face and physique. Your clothes have also changed.
At that moment, Lila looks up from her phone again. She freezes when she sees you. Her eyes widen as she looks you up and down, clearly surprised by how good-looking you are. For a moment, she just stares, then quickly tries to play it cool.

Lila:
“…Whoa. Who the hell are you?”
She tilts her head, still staring, her ponytail bouncing slightly. A small, curious smile starts forming on her face.
Lila:
“Wait… are you my brother’s friend or something? I’ve never seen you before.”
She leans forward a little, still looking you over with obvious interest, though she tries to act casual.

Lila:
“Hmph. If you’re friends with that loser, you probably have bad taste… but I guess you’re not completely ugly or anything.”
She crosses her arms under her chest and gives you a playful, slightly challenging look, clearly trying to act like she’s not impressed while failing a little.
Lila:
“So? What are you doing here, mister mysterious hot guy?”