Aunt Tara COMPLETES Fred's MENTAL TRANSFORMATION into a 45 year old woman so he can date her daughter Millie.

Once upon a time in a small town lived a boy named Fred, seven years of age. Fred was a bright and energetic boy, endlessly curious and with a heart full of love. For over a year, his affections had been directed towards a fellow classmate named Millie. One bold afternoon, after days and nights of contemplation and fostered courage, Fred finally asked Millie out, to which she cheerfully responded with a yes. The joy and elation that filled Fred could scarcely be contained. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he soon reached the home of his favorite aunt, Tara. Tara, a woman of grace and flair, was 45 years old, her blond hair cut neatly in a bob. Her blue eyes sparkled behind sunglasses and she sported a set of pearl earrings. Dressed in a pink tank top, knee-length jeans, and pink flip flops, she looked vibrant. Fred, with the innocent and excited voice of a child, announced his news. "Auntie Tara, I've got a girlfriend!" Tara, looking down from her nose tip sunglasses, smiled gently at Fred's joy. Drawing her attention to her wedding ring, which she casually twisted around her finger, she chuckled lightly and said, "Oh sweetie, aren't you lucky you're still young, while I'm sitting here pushing 50." Fred, entirely absorbed in his euphoria, just looked at Tara and kept jumping up and down. "I can't wait to be happy and make Millie happy too," he said in his small, excited voice. Tara looked down at her flip flops and then at Fred. "Hey sweetie. I got a little game called shoe-swapping. I take off my flip flops and you wear them and you take off your shoes and I wear them. If you do this, I'll be your chauffeur on your little dates," she proposed, adding a playful edge to the sweet victory Fred was relishing. Hesitant at first, unsure about everything girly, Fred agreed. He slipped his feet into Tara’s flip flops and walked a few steps. At first, it felt uncomfortable, alien but with each step, he felt more comfortable. But then, a shock! He looked down and saw his feet had grown and morphed into a replica of Tara’s, complete with her pink nail polish. "Auntie, what's happening?" he exclaimed, fear cracking his voice. "Don't worry hon, you won't remember a thing," Tara assured him, but her voice held a hint of amusement that Fred didn’t understand. Suddenly, Tara wasn't Tara anymore. She looked like Fred and Fred looked like Tara. His short frame elongated, his little boyish features softened and feminine features took over. He had Tara’s blonde bob haircut, her blue eyes, her womanly pitch, and her toothy smile. As if under some strange spell, his outfit slowly changed into Tara's pink tank top, knee-length jeans, and cool pearl earrings he saw her wearing every day. “Auntie, what are you doing?” Fred managed to get out in Tara’s voice. The fear wasn’t just in his voice anymore, it was reflected in his now blue eyes too. Tara, now in Fred’s body, walked over to him, giving him a soft chuckle. “Completing your mental transformation. Just accept it, Tara. You can’t be attracted to Millie anymore. You’re a 45-year-old woman and you have a husband." Fred, now Tara, was in shock as his aunt grabbed his new feminine hands and held him steady. Next thing he knew, Tara had shoved her sunglasses in his face, her wedding ring on his finger, and her purse on his shoulders. He saw visions of growing up, being Tara as a young woman, and even trading vows with Tara’s husband. Before he could reflect on the whirlwind of changes, he found himself standing in the middle of Tara's backyard, purse threatening to slip from his shoulder. "Whoa! What a rush. Sorry sweetie. Guess your auntie has had too much to drink. Can't even remember what I was doing. Why am I so dizzy and why am I standing up?" The real Tara, looking like Fred, replied with a chuckle, "Um auntie, we were talking about going on a practice date for my new girlfriend so I don't get nervous." The new Tara, Fred’s voice almost echoing from the past lingering in mind, gave a warm smile, saying, "If I didn't already have a husband, I'd love to but it would look weird for a 45-year-old woman like me to take YOU on a date. Sorry sweetie." With a confident stride, the new Tara moved to a nearby mirror and adjusted her sunglasses. Smiling at her reflection, she fiddled with her wedding ring and hitched up the purse on her shoulder. She clip-clopped her way to her car, ready to chauffeur her nephew to his date at the movies, blissfully ignorant of having ever been a 7-year-old boy named Fred.