A Twist of Time: A Little Boy's Journey as Marilyn Monroe

Once there was a vibrant young lad named Tommy. Barely six, he hailed from a serene hamlet nestled amongst the vast wheat fields of Nebraska. His voice was as sweet as a sparrow's melody, and as light as the whispers of the grasslands that swayed around his home. Tommy bore a tousled head full of amber hair, a pair of bright hazel eyes, hence, a bit of a dreamer, and a constant infectious smile that lit up his youthful freckle-sprinkled face. Tucked into his cotton pyjamas, he got ready for bed, whispering goodnight to the twinkling stars outside his window. When the new day dawned, it was not the chirping of Nebraska sparrows that Tommy heard, but the loud, chattering buzz of Los Angeles. Eyes fluttering open, he found himself in a lavish room, surrounded by trinkets and frilly items he didn't recognize. To his astonishment, he looked down to find himself adorned in a beautiful white halter dress that Marilyn Monroe famously wore in "The Seven Year Itch" complemented by white stiletto heels. He give a tiny smile, tilting his head slightly, as if against his will, admiring his reflection in the mirror. His once small, boyish hands held elegantly long nails, painted with an impeccable coat of red polish. He noticeably struggled with the discomfort of the tight strapped heels but somehow moved effortlessly across the plush carpet, finally managing to sit in an opulent chair. Struggling against an unknown force, Tommy found his hand reach out to a file, smoothing over the edges of his glamorous nails. He then felt his hand move towards his hair, combing it, ensuring that it retained its luxurious waves, a signature style of Marilyn Monroe herself. Keeping his composure, he once more found himself reaching out for a tube of lipstick, the shade of Marilyn's signature Hollywood red. With a ladylike precision that seemed to override his own volition, he applied it to the full lips he now possessed, trying to keep back tears welling up in his eyes. The joys and anticipation of seeing his beloved mother were dashed as he came to the realization - she was not born yet. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he felt an overpowering sense of loss from within. In an attempt to cheer himself, he tried to say his age-old goodnight rhyme. Opening his mouth, he expected the familiar lilt of a 6-year-old boy, but instead, was startled to hear a sultry, coquettish voice utter, "Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius." Hearing Marilyn's familiar words in his voice, the reality hit him—he was Marilyn Monroe and that he was destined to live her life. Tears brimmed his eyes as he cried, the full weight of the situation hitting him. Despite still possessing the innocence of a six-year-old, Tommy had crossed realms into a world of Hollywood glamour in the body of Marilyn Monroe.