I should probably question if this is the real Riley I know, but the warm, sweet scent of strawberries are enough to summon an angry gurgle from my stomach. Any further questions are vetoed until the pancakes are taste-tested for clues.

“Oh my God,” I squeal, “These are…amazing. I can’t remember the last time I had food this good…Or ever, actually.”

It only takes a few more bites before a surprise gender swap feels like a minor detail in an otherwise typical afternoon with the same gossip-loving woman I’d hangout with between classes.