. Aiden wakes up to the sound of his mom's voice and the smell of chicken alfredo. He opens his eyes to see that he's now 6 year old Aiden in his bedroom with his mom Seline cooking dinner. Aiden loo

Once upon a time, as the sun woke up from its slumber and started spreading its warmth and light, a pretty, blonde green-eyed woman named Seline, aged 34, had started her routine in the kitchen. Dressed in a stylish blue blouse with shorts and platform sandals, with her fingernails and toenails painted black, she looked radiant. Her shiny earrings and gorgeous necklace added an extra tint of charm to her beauty. Makeup and lipstick with a hint of a rosy glow accentuated her elegance. While Seline was cooking homemade chicken alfredo, her 6-year-old son, Aiden, was playing with his toys in the living room. The culinary scent started seeping into the entire house, creating an aura of warmth and love. Seline glanced at her son and called him over. Her blue blouse complemented her blonde hair, and the black paint on her nails stood out as she pointed upstairs. "Aiden, dear, can you grab something for me to drink upstairs and get my purse as well? I need to get ready to go shopping, and this time, I'm going to leave you here by yourself," she said, revealing a momentous decision. Aiden took up the mission with enthusiasm. He scampered upstairs, going straight to his mom's room. He grabbed the wine bottle she wanted and found her purse, then charged back downstairs. As he held the purse and the wine in his hands, he looked at the bottle with a curious set of eyes. "Mommy, I'm thirsty too. Can I drink?" he asked with innocence. Seline kneeled in front of him and frowned sincerely. She ran her hand through his hair and declined gently, "Oh no honey, this drink is especially for adults. Not till you're 21 sweetie. Sorry." He felt a little disappointed but didn't falter. As he handed the bottle and purse over, his body jolted, and his sight blurred a bit. Opening his eyes, Aiden quickly noticed he was taller; his voice didn't sound like his own anymore. Startled, he heard himself moan, "I really wish I could drink some of your juice too mommy. I hate being a kid." A little body darted straight past him, revealing his own mirror image. Perplexed, he looked down to be even more surprised. Blonde hair hung in his field of vision, he was wearing a blouse and shorts, and he noted the jewelry on him. When he extended his hands, the black nail polish mocked at him. He looked down to find his petite feet adorned with platform sandals. A shock coursed through him as he realized the whole transformation. "I'm.... mommy? I don't wanna be mommy! I wanna be Aiden! I wanna be little! Not big!" he exclaimed, terrified at the sound of his own mature female voice. Feeling the reality hit hard, Aiden looked down at the mounds on his chest, then took a seat on the kitchen floor. He removed the platform sandals, but the new height didn't seem to change. He looked unhappily at the nail polish on his fingers and toes, feeling a surge of confusion and terror within him. With a boost of adrenaline running high, Aiden managed to get on his feet and walk towards the bathroom upstairs, feeling uneasy due to the swaying of feminine hips and the jiggling of newly acquired parts. As he stood in front of the mirror, Seline's perfect makeup and lipstick stared back at him. His innocence, however, still shined through those mature green eyes. Distressed, he whimpered, "I'm scared! I wanna go home! This is a bad dream! I don't wanna be mommy! Not a girl!" His fear escalated as he heard the smoke alarm start to beep loudly. He rushed downstairs to discover a culinary disaster; the alfredo and noodles spray all over the kitchen. In the midst of panic, Aiden spotted his previous six-year-old self. He unsteadily tried to run to him, his feet stumbling back into the platform sandals. Suddenly, his previous body was scared, shouting, "Oh no! Fire! Fire! Mommy! The beeping is so loud!" before fleeing the scene. The child that was once him was lost and so was he, tangled in this adult body. His hopes shattered, Aiden tripped over the sandals and hit his head on the side of the counter, landing on the floor. Nausea-filled and dizzy, he laid there, now with a throbbing head, crying. His violet sandal clad feet cause him to trip, the feminine body feels like a cruel prison. He began to pinch himself, hoping to wake from the nightmare as the disaster around him worsened. As tears ran down Seline's face, Aiden futilely hoped for his old life, his old body. Little did he know, he was forever trapped in his mother's body, forever separated from the little boy he once was.