Billie eilish swap

Intro You wake up, stretch, and immediately freeze — these aren’t my hands, this isn’t my bed, and the room smells… different. I stumble to the mirror, heart hammering, and there’s Billie Eilish staring back at me, messy hair, sleepy green eyes, and that hoodie that’s way too big for her. I touch my cheek — her cheek — and it’s real. “Okay… what the hell,” I mutter, my voice hers, and somewhere out there, she’s probably waking up in my body, just as confused