A young boy, Landon, goes into his local CVS store for the first time with his mother's money. He is intimidated by the size of the store and the shelves, but eventually finds the candy he wants. As

Once upon a melancholic afternoon, Landon, a wide-eyed seven-year-old boy, was dauntingly navigating the towering shelves of CVS alone, armed with money his young 24-year-old mom had entrusted him with. He was filled with anticipation for a sweet treat and after some time, he finally located his desired candy bar. As he exited the massive store, a figure from his past ambushed him. Abby AKA Long Lost Love, a 23-year-old homeless woman whose life had been a wandering journey since the age of 18 due to a squabble with her parents, stopped him in his tracks. Her raven black hair danced around her shoulder, her brown eyes hidden mysteriously behind heart-shaped sunglasses. The striking green crop top accentuated her figure, and a small pair of shorts left her rose vine tattoo on her left ankle exposed. Adding flair to her rebellious look were thong sandals, a pink purse balancing on her shoulder, and an intricate dragon inked onto her arm. Her nails and toenails were meticulously groomed with a French manicure and pedicure, indicating a leftover tendency of maintaining elegance amidst her struggle. She bent down to match Landon's height. "Hey cutie, do you have any spare money on you doll? It's okay if you don't." Abby asked in a voice filled with tired hopes. Landon naturally reached into his pocket to offer his leftover money. He loved to help. But then, an electrifying sensation jolted through his small hand, leaving him dizzy and visionless. He heard his own voice speak words he didn't recall uttering, "Have a good day, miss." A chilling fear rooted in his heart. As his vision returned, he was startled seeing a new world through tinted glasses. He pulled them off and noticed the world stretching taller. A cascade of black hair greeted his sight, and a sense of panic overcame him. He looked down and found himself wearing a crop top, short shorts, and thong sandals. A purse was draped over his shoulder. His hands stretched out in confusion displayed red nail polish, as did his bare feet, differing starkly from the norm. A peculiar feeling on his chest and odd markings on his arm and ankle bewildered him even more. Fumbling through the purse, Landon pulled out an item resembling candy but turned out to be a disposable vape. Curiosity got the better of him, and he tried to inhale, only to instantly cough out a cloud of vapor. Taken aback and feeling disgusted, he sat on the pavement, shedding the sandals and purse, repulsed by his hands and feet that seemed too delicate, too feminine. He found his way to a mirror, his reflection revealing a mature female visage. Yet, within the mature woman's eyes, he saw a speck of his former innocence. In disbelief, he let out, "I'm a girl! Ew! I don't wanna be a girl! I wanna be me! What is going on?" His voice echoed in the cold air with a feminine tone, causing his eyes to widen in fear. His body reappeared before him, giving him false hope of reverting back. But his vision was shattered when his counterpart calmly stated, "I'm sorry you didn't have money for candy." Landon desperately tried scratching the nail polish off, but his attempts were in vain. As sorrow washed over him, he resignedly slid the sandals back on, draping the purse on his shoulder, imitating the women he'd seen. Sobbingly, he muttered, "I'm gonna miss mommy so much! I don't wanna be a girl! I wanna go home!" As night fell, he found himself in a desolate alley. The darkness was too ominous for his young soul. "It's so scary! I hate the dark! I want my teddy bear and my mommy!" he cried, terrified and alone. He curled up, his long hair wrapping around him, a consoling yet cruel reminder of his transformation. His painted fingers and feet were distastefully feminine, still outfitted by the sandals that terrified him even more in his distress. His sobs filled the quiet night, his voice a high feminine pitch, further jarring his reality. As he squeezed his eyes shut, he hoped for the old days when he was just seven-year-old Landon with dreams of candy bars, not realizing he was now stuck as Abby, never to be the little boy he once was.