7 Year Old Claire Gets Her revenge on Snobby Andrea

Once upon a time in a bustling city, 7-year-old Claire lived tranquilly with her 43-year-old father Andrew. Her handsome and kindhearted father had recently divorced and started dating the glamorous and elegant, yet incredibly snobbish, 40-year-old Andrea. This woman was a valley girl to the core; lips filled and full of cosmetic enhancements, with perfectly stuffed designer wardrobe and a notorious greedy personality. Claire was not a fan of Andrea; in fact, she loathed her. Feeling that she mistreated her father, she vowed to expose Andrea for who she truly was. One day, Andrea and Andrew announced they were off to a fancy dinner and shopping, leaving Claire alone in the vast house. "No worry daddy. I still love you," Claire whispered to herself as she watched them leave. Once the house echoed with emptiness, she proceeded to sneak into Andrew and Andrea's room, feeling an immediate distaste. The sight of Hermes scarves, Prada shoes, and Chanel purses was nauseating. Spotting the left-behind designer purse with Andrea's phone inside, Claire carefully crawled up the shelves to reach it. As she inspected the phone, messages of nasty remarks about her dad made her cringe. In the midst of her shock, she lost grip, her feet stumbling into a pair of open-toed, crimson heels, causing Andrea's purse to fall and land on her shoulder. Quickly kicking off the controversial heels and throwing the purse aside in disgust, something strange began to happen. Claire's small, childlike feet started to morph, gaining shape and length, matching Andrea's along with a fresh pedicure. Her clothes evaporated into thin air, leaving her bare. Before her very eyes, her arms and legs feminized and lengthened, her torso developed curves, and her youthful head transformed into Andrea's, gaining her hazel eyes, brunette hair, and polished straight teeth. Even her voice matured, almost mimicking Andrea's pitch perfectly. "Oh my god! Like ew! I don't wanna be mean to my daddy. He like totally don't deserve it. That would be so damn rude like bitch what the fuck? I couldn't be that kind of slut to him," Claire gasped in shock, hearing the crude tone of her new voice. Her attire transformed into a skin-hugging, purple, low-cut dress accompanied by a diamond engagement ring. As these peculiar changes enveloped her, her memories began to blur. A small part of Claire hoped that she could be a kind and polite version of Andrea. But this spark was quickly extinguished as she saw the visions of materialistic, mean, and snobby Andrea being herself to her beloved father. Eventually, Claire's memory as a 7-year-old dissolved completely, and her recognition as Andrea solidified. The newly formed Andrea bore a glazed look in her eyes as she scanned her lavish surroundings. She nonchalantly grabbed the open-toed red stilettos, slipped them on, slung the abandoned purse over her shoulder, and placed a pair of sleek sunglasses onto her face. Strutting towards the mirror in her luxurious room, she flashed a rueful smile inspecting her cheap engagement ring. "This is such a cheap ass ring. Andrew is such a fucking loser. Can't wait to dump his ass and find a younger man who is more attractive and has more money and has a bigger package," Andrea sneered with disgust. Without flinching, she applied some daring red lipstick, slipped on a pair of diamond earrings, and shamelessly pouted for selfies, showcasing her voluptuous figure. "My lips could be fuller. Andrew should pay for my lips. He's a worthless piece of shit. Fucking loser!", she remarked before leaving the house, laughing at the pitiful thought of her unsophisticated fiancé. And so, she set off into the world, as Andrea, holding no memory of ever being the innocent and loving 7-year-old Claire who had once so detested this thoughtless, shallow woman she had now become.