A story of a 6 year old boy who goes to the store for the first time and is intimidated by everything, but eventually finds what he's looking for and leaves the store with a smile on his face. After

Once upon a time, six-year-old Jason shook with trepidation and anticipation as he held onto the money that his twenty-one-year-old mum had given him. It was the first time he was going shopping on his own, a rite of passage. He wandered around, eyes wide and heart thumping, at the array of things to buy. Eventually, he screwed up the courage and bought what he wanted. Stepping out of the store, Jason was stopped by Eva, known around town as Doll Eyes. Eva had brown hair and brown eyes that sparkled with life despite her challenging circumstances. She was a homeless woman, clad in a pink tank top and short shorts and footwear that somehow still managed to look stylish - leather wedges. "Hey hon, I'm sorry to bother you but you have any more money? I'm just thirsty," Eva politely asked. "Here you go, miss," little Jason replied in his innocent timbre, reaching out and giving her some money. But, as Eva's hand touched the money, there was a sudden bright light and dizziness swept over him. When Jason opened his eyes, he felt strange. He saw the world from a higher vantage point. He tugged off the sunglasses he wasn't wearing before and was taken aback. Outlined against it was long hair cascading down his shoulders. He wore a pink tank top, short shorts, and was even standing in those fancy leather wedges with Doll Eyes's purse on his shoulder. His heart pounded as he saw his reflection rippling in the nearby shop's glass. He was in Eva's body. In the same instance, he saw his own six-year-old form turn around, a smile on his face. "Have a nice day," his old self said innocently before skipping down the street. Jason was disoriented. Despite his fear and shock, he managed to remove the wedges and the purse, muttering about them being too 'girly.' His feet on the pavement, he walked nervously, trying to adjust to his new body. Each step was a battle between fear and acceptance. As he began to regain composure, he stumbled towards another mirror, gazing into his brown eyes. Eva's eyes. He noticed a few missing teeth when he opened his mouth, the taste of fear tangible. "I don't wanna be a girl. Ew! Gross!" Jason said in his newfound mature voice, his hand flying up to stifle the words. He glanced down at his feet, wobbling. Panic bubbled up but he forced it down just in time. He plopped down on the nearest curb, replacing the wedges on his feet with a grunt and draped the purse over his shoulder. He thought that perhaps the sunglasses could shield him from the literal and figurative brightness of this new situation. Seeing his reflection once more, Jason cringed at the feminine mature image that stared back at him. He stared down at his new wedges and gulped. With a deep breath, he started to walk, stumbling like a deer learning to stand, the realization slowly dawning that he was trapped in this new reality. "I'm really gonna miss my mommy the most if I'm stuck as a grownup and an icky girl forever," Jason admitted to his reflection in his new grown-up voice. The sight of his wedged feet made him cringe again, but he shook it off. He grabbed some more money from the purse and carefully trekked back into the store to buy himself a candy bar and a soda. Sitting on the sidewalk, he relished the taste of sugar and bubbles, a small comfort in this confusing situation. The sight of his feminine face in the mirror through his sunglasses filled him with sorrow and tears brimmed in his eyes. Jason sat there, a mature woman on the outside, but a scared six-year-old boy on the inside, unsure of what the future held yet desperately trying to gain acceptance of this unexpected adult life. Somehow he knew that he was now Eva, and he was doomed to spend the rest of his life as a homeless woman. Yet, through his fears and tears, Jason also felt a glimmer of resilience, a will to face this strange new world.