You are indeed that foolish

Almost every part of your brain continued to scream that this was a bad idea. Did the magic even distinguish between softball and baseball? How much time were you going to be spending in a different body to pursue a dream? How in the world were you going to translate any successes in softball to going into pro baseball later? None of it made sense other than you had a talent and you wanted to use it. But this didn't seem to be the right way.

The only part of your brain that didn't think this was a bad idea, apparently, was the part that controlled your arm. You reached in for the coin, and held it in front of you.

You placed the coin Venus-side up, and Jane stared back at you in a mirror that desperately needed cleaning. Her eyes were wide, like she knew this was trouble. Which means your eyes were wide. Which mean you knew.

And yet...

The coin flip itself wasn't even the point of no return. As you stuffed your unruly chest into the sports bra and slipped into the sweatpants, you could leave the locker room and head right home. No one would care. And yet your feet moved you ever closer to the diamond again.

You could just stand around and watch. People might look at you, but no one would care. And yet... you found yourself before the athletic director, and blurted out the half-complete thought rumbling around in your head.

"Softball."

The director looked up from his clipboard, looking at you with a puzzled expression. "What was that, young lady?"

"I wanna do... softball. The tryouts. I wanna... yeah."

The man stared at you for a few moments, sizing you up. He'd never seen you before, and couldn't even place your name, but he looked at your face like you were familiar. After all, it's similar to the face he was looking at minutes ago, on a sibling level. "...alright, I'll put you on the list. Name and major?"

Uh oh. This is what you were afraid of. Your bad decision wasn't just an isolated event, it was going to be the catalyst for worse decisions meant to sustain the first original bad one. You were building a house of cards here, and each new crossroads meant piling more weight onto that decision.

You could still change your mind and the director would never see you again. That would be the best option, since technically 'you', as in Jane, weren't enrolled at Spiral City University. It didn't occur to you before that to join a university sports team you had to be enrolled at that university. The panic at realizing this made you sweat. Your chest in that constricting sports bra felt like it was doubly sweaty, almost uncomfortably so underneath that fabric. Archer warned you about that, she said...

Hmm. Archer goes to this university.

"Felicia Archer, anthropology."

The director scribbled some things down on his clipboard. "That's Archer with an A?"

"...uh, yeah. One big A, right... right up in there, in my name."

"Well, miss Felicia Archer, I am highly relieved that your major is not communications. Go get warmed up, coach will get us started in a few minutes."

As you headed out to the field to stretch, it felt like you were heading through the front door of the house of cards that Jane built.