"Awakening in Another Era: A Freaky Friday Twist for Fletcher as Ellen Rogers"

Fletcher, young and full of life, was known by his small stature and freckly face. Nine years of age, he stood just over four feet tall, though he walked with an energy that emanated much taller. His short, auburn hair framed his round face, and his large, hazel eyes showcased his vibrant spirit. He donned a simple T-shirt and shorts, the usual outfit of a young boy his age. Fletcher, a character from the 2018 version of Freaky Friday, is known for his distinct, pure, and boyish voice, just as a child on the verge of preadolescence would possess. One faithful night, Fletcher found himself in an almost comedic turmoil. He lay there in his bed, tossing and turning restlessly, brows knit in perpetual confusion. With a sudden jerk, he woke up, his heart pounding in his chest as if he had just narrowly averted falling off a cliff. As his eyes scanned the room, confusion blossomed on his face, for everything was unfamiliar. Unknown cabinets, gigantic fridge, shiny stools: these were all foreign to him. He found himself in a kitchen, though his young mind was unable to comprehend it. Glancing down, Fletcher's confusion deepened. He wore an outfit far from his usual comfort of cotton tees and shorts. Instead, he was clad in the classic crisp white blazer and navy blue pleated skirt that Ellen Rogers from the 1976 version of Freaky Friday wore in their iconic body swap scene. The otherwise chic outfit looked odd on him, the blazer a bit too loose, the skirt hanging low on his small waist. Ellen, who was middle-aged, stood at an average height of five foot five, a stark contrast from his usual height. Her hair was styled into a neat bob, a 70s trendsetter. The low heels on his feet made him wobble a bit; he was out of his depth, lost in a sea of confusion. Fletcher's small hand held an unpleasant thing; it was thin, long, and reeked of smoke. He stared at it for a moment, his innocent eyes wide with repulsion, before tossing it on the ground with disgust – it was a cigarette, unbeknownst to him. Taking a few wobbly steps, he caught his reflection in a nearby mirror. The childlike innocence in his eyes rapidly filled with fear as he pointed at the woman in the mirror. Taken aback, he began to mumble, intending to call for his mother. But what fell out of his mouth was not what he meant to say. "I must quit smoking," he said, the words feeling strange on his tongue. The voice was Ellen's, the sentiment was Ellen's, the confusion was all his own. Tears welled up in the small boy's eyes as he realized he couldn't swap back. He was scared – scared in a way no child trapped in a strange adult's body should ever have to be. The hilarity of the situation was lost on Fletcher; the reality of it was petrifying. All he wanted was to go back to being just Fletcher, the young boy who loved to play and dream, not an adult with a life he couldn't comprehend. Despite the inexplicable circumstances, one thing was certain. Fletcher's Freaky Friday had just begun.