"A Tale of Transformation: The Mysterious Journey of a Little Girl and a Grown Woman"

In 2024, a small child named Caroline journeyed home from her neighborhood's park. Caroline, born May 2nd, 2018, stood about 3 feet tall and weighed a little more than 40 pounds. Her honey-blonde hair was tied up in two pigtails, bouncing with each skip and hop she performed. With bright, ocean blue eyes shining with innocence and curiosity, she was full of joy and good spirits. Living in the peaceful outskirts of Portland, Oregon, Caroline had finally been given permission by her 25-year-old mother to walk home by herself for the first time. Her giggles filled the empty streets as her new black shoes, decorated with small white stars, echoed against the ground. Suddenly, mid-blink, the atmosphere around her changed. The size of objects around her grew proportionally smaller. Looking down, she saw an unfamiliar view- a small, fitted white t-shirt adorned with a small blue denim jacket. She was wearing extremely short shorts and her feet were tucked into tiny, skimpy flip flops. Stunned but not undone, she continued walking, only noticing that her strides were longer, and her footfalls which used to sound like small treble notes, now resonated with a deeper, mature tone. She clip-clopped over to a car's side mirror that was reflecting back an image she was beyond shocked to see. It was a woman’s reflection - one significantly older than her. She was a tall, 5 feet / 8-inch brunette, probably around 120 pounds, with straight hair cascading down her shoulders and hazel eyes dancing with uncertainty. She appeared to be in her mid-20s, fair-skinned, and beautiful. The woman's attire was accessorized with a simple silver locket and a bangle on her left hand. Slowly, her small, matured hand crept up to her face, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her eyes in the mirror. Everything about the reflection was unfamiliar and terrifying, and crying seemed like the most instinctual thing to do. "M-Mommy," she whimpered, her voice shaking with fear. However, the voice that came out wasn't the high, soft trill of her six years. It was a woman's voice, full-bodied and melodic. She was horrified at this change. The tears started, blurring her vision, as the realization hit her, the longing for her mother overpowered her fears. Questions filled her mind: How would she get back home? Would she ever see her mother again? The fear gripped her tightly as she stood alone, a small girl in the body of a woman, lost in an unfamiliar place.