"A Transformation Tale: The Boy's Journey to Grandmother's Home and Unexpected Metamorphosis"

In the year 2021, there lived a vivacious young boy named Johnny. Johnny was six years old, standing at 3 ft 9 inches tall and weighing approximately 55 pounds. He was born on the 15th of May, 2015 in Princeton, New Jersey. Johnny was distinctive with his mop of curly black hair and a pair of innocent brown eyes. Johnny's mother, Sarah, was a young woman of 24. Born on 25th October 1997, she stood at 5 ft 6 inches and weighed around 130 pounds. Sarah had long, sleek auburn hair in a fashionable lob cut that accentuated her crystal blue eyes. Johnny also had an aunt, Amelia, his mother's younger sister. At 22, Amelia was a slim woman of 5 ft 4 inches, weighing about 119 pounds. Born on 18th February, 1999, Amelia had striking strawberry blonde hair which she usually kept in a stylish ponytail, and lovely green eyes. Their beloved maternal figure was Grandma Betty, an aged 72 lady who had spent more than three score and ten birthdays after June. She was born in 1949. Grandma Betty stood at around 5 ft 2 inches and had a slight build, weighing 140 pounds. With faded ash-blonde hair in a traditional bun and her wise brown eyes behind the lenses of her glasses, she had a typical look of an old lady. As Johnny was about to walk to his grandma's house for the first time, he held a small, crystal snow globe in his hand. It twinkled in the sunlight, the glitter inside swirling like a miniature winter storm. It was a priceless item he cherished. When he reached her house, he tentatively raised his hand and knocked on the door. Grandma Betty opened, dressed in her summer outfit – a lemon-colored tank top, matching printed shorts, and a pair of black women's sandals with white straps. Her fingernails were painted a soft pink, but her toenails were left alone, revealing their yellow and thickened state indicative of toenail fungus. An ensemble of gold jewelry adorned her; a necklace with a sequence of dimmed pearls, a pair of antique earrings, and a thick wedding band on her finger, a memento of Grandpa George, who wasn't in the world of the living anymore. Grandpa George, a tough, old fellow, was born on 4th July 1947 and passed away in 2019. He stood tall at 6 ft 1 inch and weighed 180 pounds before his demise. With short, cropped white hair and striking blue eyes, he had been a heartthrob in his youth. As Grandma Betty greeted him, she spotted the snow globe in Johnny's hands. Without a second thought, she gently took it away from him. The boy, his eyes wide with shock, stammered, "B-but, G-gwanma, ‘tis-my snuh-gwobe". She replied in a stern yet affectionate voice, characteristic of a grandma, "Oh, Johnny, it's just a glass thing. You can accidentally break it, dear. Let me put it away for safety." "I gotta go shopping, dear. You stay here and be a good boy", she announced. Johnny nodded, in spite of his disappointment. When Betty finally left, he hastily removed his tiny shoes and socks, starting his search expedition for the snow globe. He sneaked into her room, spotting his cherished item on a wooden cabinet. He was so focused on getting it back that he tripped on his grandma's sandals, which got stuck on his own feet. For some odd reason, his clothes instantly disappeared, and he could feel a peculiar change on his feet. They were getting wrinkly and gaining a feminine look. The pain in his new digitals was sharp and seemed to indicate a condition called 'Gout'. As panic set in, he tried to tug the sandals off with all his might, but they won't budge. Then, something much more terrifying happened. His legs changed, lengthening, and taking a more feminine appearance. He cried out frantically, "I didn't's do anything w-wrong. Gwanma took my snuh-gwobe. I don't's wanna become a g-g-girl...I don't's wanna be Gwanma." Then his torso changed, his arms became slender, his chest flattened, and his belly tucked in much like that of an old lady. Suddenly, the transformation crept up to his neck, causing his mouth to dry up. His face underwent a swift series of changes, his hair lightened to ash blonde, his face wrinkling up, and his eyes now behind thick-lensed glasses. In the throes of these changes, he started whimpering a lullaby his mom taught him: "Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, Go to sleepy little baby." Miraculously, he managed to remove one sandal, and the transformation process ceased momentarily. His determination reignited. He tugged at the last sandal when his fingers started throbbing in an agony similar to rheumatoid arthritis, a condition familiar to Grandma Betty. He continued to struggle until a final shriveled memory knocked him into oblivion. "B-Betty, dear, why are you still lingering at home? And why you bending over them feet? You're gonna ruin them painted nails.", a new voice echoed out. It belonged to Betty now. She noticed Johnny's forgotten shoes and socks along with the snow globe in the bedroom. She scolded, "Oh, Johnny dear, no room is a place for play. These are not your stomping grounds. Silly boy may break his neck one day." She picked up the ember-like snow globe, placing it back on the cabinet, and took Johnny's shoes and socks to the living room. One of her sandals lay waywardly on the floor. Carefully, she walked towards it and sat upon a nearby bamboo chair, picked up the sandal to adjust it around her foot. "Now, where does this strap go? That's right, sling it to the backside. And tighten. Perfect fit.", she tutted. She adjusted the other one too, just to be symmetrical. All jewelry was placed in their respective spots. Betty murmured the steps, "Now, where does the pearl necklace go? That's right, hang it around the neck. Earrings, you say?" She continued until the last jewelry item, the thick band encrusted with a diamond was settled snugly on her right ring finger. Making herself comfortable upon the cozy living room couch, she looked down approvingly at the sandals adorning her feet. "Much better. Ah, ain't half bad. Now I'm done putting my sandals. But won't mention this ordeal to family else they'll say old Betty is losing her marbles", she chuckled. She thought about adding a straw hat, a chic one with a blue belt she bought last summer, to her outfit. She grabbed her tan purse, made the adjustments in her summer outfit, and was ready to head out when a sharp pang of grief hit her. After a brief moment of silence, she whispered to her wedding band, "Oh, George. I miss you. I still remember when we met in Ohio during the summer of '69. Got married in '70 and had two beautiful daughters, Sarah and Amelia. I remember when we welcomed Johnny into this world before you left this Earth in 2019. You are always and forever my husband." She looked her pearl necklace and uttered, "Remember when you bought this for me in 1990? You always had impeccable taste, dear." Suddenly, she frowned, talking to herself aloud, "Now, why, in God's green Earth, were you messing around with these sandals, Betty? Look at them toenails. They've gotten quite unkempt lately. Have to take care of them soon."