A young 8 year old boy goes to the grocery store for the first time by himself. He is immediately stopped by a 30 year old woman who asks him if he has any money. The boy says sorry and doesn't have

Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Gibson. Aged 8, he found himself alone at the grocery store for the very first time. He had saved every penny he was given and was excited to spend his own money. However, as he was about to exit the store, his path was intercepted by a lady named Sharon, also known as Sweet Tooth. Dressed elegantly in a black dress and wedges, she was a homeless woman yet managed to maintain a neat appearance. Her blonde hair was neatly tied into a bun and a black purse rested on her shoulder. With a voice as smooth as honey, she approached Gibson and asked, "Hey honey, do you have any money?" Gibson, in his innocence replied honestly that he had none left. He had spent it all in the store. Sharon, or Sweet Tooth, seemed to consider this for a moment before finally suggesting, "How about a hug then? I forgive you, hon." Gibson willingly stood on his tip toes to give the lady a hug. But a sudden wave of vertigo swept over him and collapsed his vision. When he opened his eyes, he noticed he was dressed in a black dress and wedges similar to Sharon's, his young body replaced with that of a 30-year-old woman's. "Oh no," Gibson exclaimed, panic-stricken, "I put on the nice lady's clothes and shoes and her purse. And I stole her voice." As he looked around, he spotted his own, small body standing before him. He tried to walk towards it but stumbled embarrassingly over his new wedges. It seemed sweet Tooth was right, living as a grown woman on the street wasn't as easy as it seemed. Attempting to rectify the bizarre situation, he apologized to Sweet Tooth, "I think I stole your body on accident. I'm sorry." Sweet Tooth, in Gibson's body responded crisply, "It's your body now. I don't want to be a homeless woman anymore. I'll erase your mind so you won't remember being a kid anyway." And with a simple snap of her fingers, Gibson's world changed once again. All of Gibson's innocent memories started to fade away. In their wake, they left the memories of Sweet Tooth, her struggles on the street, her reputation, everything. A few moments later, only Sweet Tooth was left. As the new Sweet Tooth walked away, she remarked aloud, "Why did I remove my shoes?" Then she slipped her old shoes back on her feet. She grabbed her hair in frustration and mumbled to herself, "I really hate being homeless and vulnerable. It's my own stupid fault though." Meanwhile, the real Sweet Tooth in Gibson's body couldn't be happier. She had gained a new start with a young, healthy body – free from the struggles of homelessness, while poor Gibson would live the rest of his life as Sweet Tooth. This wasn't a mere exchange of life; it was the theft of an innocent childhood.