A Mysterious Transformation: Brent's First Day of School Takes an Unexpected Turn

Five-year-old Brent, a shy, quiet, and quite short little boy, was getting ready for his first day of school. With his brown hair, piercing blue eyes, a t-shirt, jeans, and light-up shoes, he already felt like he was grown up, but his nervousness reminded him he was still just a kid. Brent was greeted by his new teacher, 34-year-old Mrs. Stevenson. Short for her age and quirky with black hair tied up in a bun, Mrs. Stevenson sported brown eyes, a silk blouse, a blazer and shorts. She wore black flip-flops which showed off her dark red painted nails. Tattoos decorated her arms, twisting vines and vibrant flowers, a stark contrast to the school marm stereotype. A gleaming wedding ring sat on her finger, and three piercings adorned her face: nose, tongue, and eyebrow. As Mrs. Stevenson introduced herself to the class, she noticed Brent's timidness; he was particularly quiet and seemed anxious. She finished her introduction and declared it was time for recess, however, she asked Brent to stay behind. Brushing a loose bang behind her pierced ear, she crouched down to Brent's level, "Hon, what's the matter? You okay sweetie?" she sincerely inquired. "I...I miss mommy. I wanna go home!" Brent let out with teary eyes. Amidst the turmoil in Brent's heart, Mrs. Stevenson remained calm. "You'll break out of your shell, baby," she reassured, "Actually, I have just the method for doing just that," she said with a mystifying glint in her eyes, "How about we play a little game of pretend? You go to recess except you look just like Mrs. Stevenson. How's that sound?" "I don't wanna be a girl or a grown up," Brent protested. Despite his reticence, Mrs. Stevenson calmly reached out and grabbed Brent's hand. A dizzying sensation swept over Brent, and then everything went black. When he opened his eyes, he noticed he was taller. Peering down, he discovered mounds on his chest, boobs. His t-shirt and jeans had transformed into a silk blouse, blazer, and shorts. His fingers were adorned with dark red nails, identical to Mrs. Stevenson's. A wedding ring glistened on his finger, surrounded by tattoos. Brent felt a strange weight on his nose, opening his mouth to exclaim surprise, he realized he also had a tongue piercing. Pinching his eyebrow brought a sharp sting, revealing a third piercing. "Uh Mrs. Stevenson? Why am I big? What? Why do I sound girly when I talk? Why am I dressed like you?" Brent asked in fear, his voice now mature and feminine, yet still harboring the innocence of little Brent's voice. "Ah," the woman wearing Brent's clothes, now in a five-year-old's body, chuckled. "My intention was to swap back with you originally but I actually think I'm gonna keep this body. Have a nice life, Mrs. Stevenson. You're 34 years old with 2 kids and a husband. You're now only 5 years younger than your mom and 7 years younger than your dad, but you're now 2 years older than your aunt." In panic, Brent slipped off his flip flops, running towards a nearby mirror. Staring at his reflection, his mature eyes stared back at him, his tear-streaked cheeks making them shine particularly bright. "I'm gonna miss you, mommy!" he began to sob, the mature female voice echoing in his ears, "No more tucking me in! No more checking for monsters in my closet or under my bed! I hate my new mommy-like voice...I wanna go home! I'm not supposed to be a grownup yet!...," he burst into tears, "..I'm not supposed to be married with kids and have a husband. I'm not supposed to have my nails done at a salon or piercings on my skin. I'm not supposed to understand the concept of having boobs…I'm supposed to be making friends with my students—I mean oh no! What's happening?" Brent cried out, suddenly realizing the full weight of his new situation. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying that when he opened them, he would be back in his old body. But in his heart, he knew he would never return to being Brent again.