A Timeless Transformation: Justin's Journey into Ellen Rogers' World

Once upon a time, a black-haired, blue-eyed, 6-year-old Justin was home alone for the very first time. His twenty-one-year-old mother, despite her reservations, had given him this special permission, given that she had to work for two days straight. With a heavy heart, she dressed him in a black t-shirt and shorts, advising him to keep himself preoccupied with his toys and specifically forbade him from turning the TV on. As the day faded into the lavender haze of twilight, curiosity overpowered Justin's obedience. He tiptoed towards the TV, feeling a sense of adventure. But as soon as he pressed the power button, the remote's batteries died, leaving him at the mercy of the channel already playing. The screen flickered to life, revealing the 1976 version of Freaky Friday, spotlighting Ellen Rogers vividly portrayed by Barbara Harris. Ellen Rogers was on-screen, a woman halfway through her forties. She appeared a picture of elegance, the soft light emphasizing her mature features. She had a heart-shaped face, crowned by a range of soft, wavy hair, brushed impeccably into a feminine haircut. Her voice - warm, rich, with a touch of husky undertones - resonated through the room with poise. She was adorned in a white blouse and a pink knee-length skirt, hands, bearing a small watch and a ring, gesturing expressively as she engaged in dewy-eyed conversation. Her feet were comfortably cocooned in brown low heels. As Ellen Rogers dominated the screen, Justin's tired eyes began to droop. With the movie playing softly in the background, he fell asleep, huddled against the cozy corner of the couch. However, as morning washed over the house, Justin awoke to find himself sleeping at a strange table. He felt disoriented, his body feeling strangely substantial as he sat up. It was when he looked down at his hands that the chill of realization hit him. His hands were smoother, and they were decorated with a watch and a ring on the left hand. As his gaze traveled downward, he noticed unfamiliar mounds beneath his blouse and the unfamiliar fabric of a skirt instead of his usual shorts. Rising quickly, he stumbled towards the nearest mirror, his new brown heels clacking oddly against the wooden floor. His heart pounded as he took in the reflection—an adult woman with a matured face, elegantly coiffed hair, and Ellen Rogers' distinctive outfit. Justin's voice trembled as he stuttered, "Ew! I'm a girl? I want mommy!" His own outburst startled him. The voice was not his, it was feminine, it was Ellen's. Desperate, he tried to yank off the heels he found himself in, but they wouldn't budge. Back at the table, around which his new reality blurred, he looked down to see a cigarette and lighter inexplicably in his hands. Lighting the cigarette, he inhaled the smoke. As the confusion turned into stark realization, he muttered, "I'm Ellen Rogers. I'm not going back, am I?" His reflection in a discarded spoon confirmed his new identity, his youthful face replaced with Ellen's matured features. Panic danced in his eyes, but deep down, he knew he would remain a woman forever.