A Twist of Fate: Wade's Unexpected Journey through the Looking Glass

Once upon a time, in a bustling city, a six-year-old black-haired, brown-eyed boy named Wade found himself navigating the streets alone for the first time. Dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and shoes, he was given the permission to explore by his 22-year-old mom. As he navigated the cityscape, he noticed his mom, Candace, entering a vibrantly painted building clothed in a kaleidoscope of colors, but deemed risqué for her taste. Intrigued, Wade decided to sneak in after her. He scurried through the door and ended up in a lavishly decorated dressing room. Ducking swiftly, Wade hid in a corner just before his mom and two other women strolled in, laughing. "I just hope my son remembered the way home. I'd hate for him to run into me during my shift as a stripper," Candace confessed, revealing her unique profession. "It's fine, Candace. Even if your son did end up here, he's safe in the dressing room as long as we know he's here but he's not so it's fine," assured one of the other women, painting a comforting picture. As Candace slipped into a pair of large red stiletto heels and matching risqué attire, she transformed before an unusually large mirror. With a thick application of makeup, lipstick, extravagant fake eyelashes, and long, crimson fake nails, she made a stunning yet peculiar sight for a young boy. "I know I shouldn't be worried about my son but I want better for him than a job like this. Thank God he was born a boy so I don't have to worry about him too having to be a stripper and wearing stuff like this," Candace sighed, expressing a mother's desire for her son's future. Suddenly Wade underwent an inexplicable transformation, becoming transparent - hardly noticeable in the brightly-lit room. As a curious child, he unknowingly walked up to his mother's image in the mirror and said, "Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?_____ Mommy? I'm scared," before abruptly clasping his mouth. His voice sounded eerily similar to his mom's, and Wade instantly knew something was off. Looking at his reflection, he noticed his form was that of his mother's - eyes mature but filled with innocent terror, hands slender but adorned with long, red nails, and a prominent chest distinguishing his changed gender. Feeling slightly off-balance, he attempted to stride forward but tripped over the towering stilettos that had no business being on a six-year-old's feet. Sitting on the floor, feeling the smooth nail polish on his toes, and struggling with fake nails as he tried to remove his shoes, Wade glanced at his chest, bewildered. The long hair falling down in waves around his chest gave rise to a different apprehension. "I'm not mommy. What's happening?" He exclaimed, a tear streaming down his face. "I'm supposed to be a boy and six. I'm not supposed to be mommy." Hoping that this was all an eerie dream, Wade looked up at the mirror again. His mother's reflection stared back at him as she lay curled up on the floor, afraid. Her breath hitched, sounding exactly like her stiletto-balancing son's. The tears flowed with hopelessness, not knowing he was to live permanently as his mother, Candace, never to be a boy again. Wade closed his eyes tight, hoping to wake up as himself - a six-year-old boy, not as his mommy - a stripper with an unknown future.