A story about a 5 year old boy going to 7-11 alone for the first time. He was given some cash my by his 25 year old mom to get a Slurpee. Leaving with the Slurpee, he was immediately stopped by 42 y

Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling city, lived a sweet, five-year-old boy named Burt. Burt was the light of his 25-year-old mom's life. One hot summer day, she handed him some money and asked him to run to 7-Eleven to get his first Slurpee by himself. Burt, filled with excitement and a dash of trepidation, accepted the task. In this very same city, in the shadows of the beautiful skyscrapers, lived a woman named Trish. Locals knew her as Always Sweet for her warm personality, although she was often shy, her gaze typically fixated on the ground. Trish was 42 years old and homeless. Her hair was long and curly, falling down to her shoulders. On this particular day, she had a half-drunk soda in one hand and a half-eaten sandwich in the other. She was clad in a tank top, short shorts, and black flip flops, her only possession, a black purse, swung on her shoulder. As Burt exited the convenience store, his small hand clutching his precious blue-raspberry Slurpee, he was approached by Trish. Seeing the curiosity in his eyes, she asked for money, to which he replied he had none left. Trish, unperturbed, asked him for something more valuable—a hug. Without hesitation, young Burt wrapped his tiny arms around her. Suddenly, everything went dark. When Burt opened his eyes, he realized— he was now a head taller, his attire had changed, and his voice sounded higher-pitched. He looked down in horror to see Trish's tank top, short shorts, and flip flops were now adorning his body, her purse on his shoulder, the half-eaten sandwich and drink in his hands. Panic surged through him as he put together what had happened—somehow, they had switched bodies. Dropping the sandwich and soda, Burt stubbed off the flip flops and purse which felt foreign and girly to him, and dashed off on the hot pavement towards his former body in the distance. He begged Trish, now in his body, to switch back. But she flat-out refused, telling him to 'enjoy life as a 42-year-old woman.' Stunned, Burt could do nothing but cry, his memories gradually reshaping to match his new identity. With memories of his former life fading, Burt-now-Trish looked around, disoriented. Spotting her purse and sandals lying a little distance away, she ran towards them; slipping on the flip flops and slinging the purse across her shoulder before picking up the sandwich and the half-empty soda. The new Trish seemed as real as ever. As she clip-clopped down the sidewalk, she crossed paths with a woman who yelled at her to get a job. But the new Trish didn't hesitate to reply back, "Kinda hard to do when I'm evicted from my apartment and unable to provide a physical address. I'm not choosing to be out here. You should try being a homeless woman for a day and see how you like it!" Her days ended under a blanket of stars, pulling out a cigarette from her purse, she lit it up, puffing out smoke rings as she wondered about where she would sleep. Meanwhile, Trish, now in Burt's body, was relieved to be free of her old life. She was delighted with her newfound youth, blissfully ignorant of the fact that Burt was now destined to live out her old life, as a 42-year-old homeless woman named Trish.