Annabelle Swan had been ignoring the signs.
Sure, she'd caught a van like a linebacker intercepting a rogue refrigerator.Sure, she'd accidentally broken two doorknobs and one Snapple bottle by "gently" opening them.Sure, animals stared at her like she owed them money.
But this morning, something new happened:
The Hairdryer Incident.
She had just finished curling her lashes when her cheap little travel hairdryer started sparking.
"Eh, probably faulty wiring," she mumbled.
She slapped it once—gently, bro-style.
It exploded.
Not like a little pop. Like KA-POW, mini lightshow, dead in her hand.
"Oh come on," she muttered, brushing flaming plastic fragments out of her hair like dandruff. "It's like everything I touch breaks."
Then she looked down.
The vanity mirror, cracked.The counter, dented.The tiled floor? Now suspiciously shaped like a footprint crater.
"…Okay. That's new."
Testing the Gains
She waited until Bella left for school—then skipped class, walked into the woods, and decided to test some things.
She punched a tree.
The tree snapped in half.
She screamed. Not in fear, but in pure testosterone joy.
"YOOOOOO!!" she shouted to the pine-scented heavens. "I'M A FREAKING ANIME CHARACTER!"
She tried jumping. She soared twenty feet and landed on a rock like a Marvel hero on leg day.
"Okay. Okay. Chill. Breathe. You are strong. You are sparkly. You are… becoming."
She stared at her hands.
"Is this because I was a gym bro before reincarnating? Did the Universe go, 'Let's give her magic testosterone powers and see what happens'?"
"Because if so—good call."
Power Inventory, Bro-style
She spent the next hour doing the most scientific thing possible:
Bench-pressing fallen logsRunning up treesTrying to do a backflip off a bear (the bear left)Staring intensely at a rock to see if she had laser vision (she didn't—but it cracked anyway)
"No lasers. Disappointing. But solid brute force. Possible Hulk variant?"
She accidentally crushed her phone by gripping it too tightly during a motivational speech from Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson on YouTube.
"RIP, little guy. You died for gains."
Identity Crisis: Gym Edition
Back home, she stared in the mirror.
"Okay, let's review. I am:
A reincarnated gym bro
In a teenage girl's body
Who can now crush steel, jump like Spider-Man, and has possible electricity powers?
With fabulous hair."
Her reflection winked back.
"What even am I?"
Her stomach growled.
She looked down.
"And why am I always hungry now? I ate, like, eight protein bars for breakfast."
She looked in the pantry. Empty.
She opened the freezer. Still empty.
She blinked.
"Wait. I cleaned this out yesterday."
She reached into the fridge and pulled out a frozen pizza.
It thawed in her hands.
"I HAVE HEAT POWERS TOO?!"
She dropped it. Stared at her palms.
"Okay. This is officially anime. I have entered the shōnen arc."
Later That Night – A Confession (Kinda)
Bella came home to find Annabelle cooking six frozen burritos at once and bench-pressing a kitchen stool between flips.
Bella stared. "Are you okay?"
"I'm great!" Annabelle chirped, glowing slightly under the fridge light. "Why?"
"You're… glowing."
"Natural charisma," she said quickly.
"You smell like ozone."
"…Okay, yeah, that one's weird."
Final Thoughts – Annabelle's Diary (on a napkin)
"Dear Diary,I think I'm developing superpowers. Like, legit. Either I'm mutating, awakening, or ascending.
It could be the gym bro thing. Or maybe the reincarnation thing.
Or maybe I'm just built different.
Either way, I will use my powers for good. And biceps.
P.S. I need more burritos.
P.P.S. Do not tell Edward. He will 100% try to emo-exorcise me."
— Annabelle "Swole Swan" Swan