By the time they got to the shoe section, Jesse's feet had shrunk back to his original size and his memories had reverted back to his original age. Wondering how he did that, he shrugged it off and w

Once upon a time, a seven-year-old boy named Jesse was embarking on an exciting adventure. With a handful of coins tightly clasped in his tiny hand, Jesse was ready to explore the mall alone for the first time. His mother, a gentle yet firm woman of 32 years, had bundled off her little wonder, sparking courage into his eager heart. Jesse's curious feet took him to a shoe store where he was besotted by the variety of shoes dotting the shelves. As he hopped and scampered around the myriad shoe displays, he accidentally bumped into a 13-year-old girl. She was a lovely child, speaking smooth Spanish, her words unfamiliar yet fascinating. Alarmed, Jesse immediately apologized, only to be met with a dirty glare from the girl's mother. The 30-year-old woman was testing some thong sandals, her brows furrowed in annoyance at the young boy's intrusion. As Jesse made his polite exit, the woman suddenly clutched his shoulder, pulling him back into the store. He tried to resist, but her grip was too strong. In this tussle, Jesse once again was brought face-to-face with the young Spanish girl. As this peculiar entanglement continued, something strange began to overcome Jesse. His usually small feet felt strange in his shoes. Peering down, he gasped. His feet were now donned in a pair of flip flops, identical to the Spanish girl's. His shorts morphed into a pair of girl's shorts. Jesse, shocked and afraid, began to cry. His skin, previously as pale as porcelain, was now slowly bronzed to match the hue of the Spanish girl. His shirt transformed into a matching tank top, and his short hair lengthened into a flowy, gleaming curtain. His eyes twinkled in the same brown as hers and when he tried to utter a plea for help, his voice carried a distinctive Spanish accent. To his ultimate surprise, his memories began to fade. His past moments as Jesse slipped away, replaced by new memories that belonged to a girl named Cecelia. "No, please. Please. I don't... - Ay! Mama! I want the pink glittery ones," the newly manifested Isabella exclaimed in fluent Spanish, her previous identity lost in the confusion. Isabella's mother, surprised yet relieved, grabbed the pink shoes requested by her now apparent daughter. In full elation, the two Isabellas then clip-clopped around the store. The two girls, now perfectly coupled, trailed behind their mother, their giggles merging into one. As for the new Isabella, an air of nostalgia lingered, soon to disappear beneath the innocent ebullience of her new existence.