**Change of Reflections**

Once upon a time, in a small, quiet town, an ordinary boy named Max ventured on an extraordinary journey. Max, an 11-year-old boy standing at 4'8" and weighing 85 pounds, with sandy blond hair styled in a short, messy fashion and bright blue eyes, was walking home alone for the first time. It was a big moment for him. He had insisted to his mom, Rachel, that he could handle it. Rachel, a 35-year-old woman, stood 5'6" and weighed around 140 pounds. She had long auburn hair that she often tied up in a bun and piercing green eyes. It was her birthday today, born on March 15, 1988, and she trusted Max to make it home safe to join in the celebration. As Max walked down the tree-lined streets of their neighborhood, he felt a mix of excitement and a slight twinge of fear. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the town, and in the stillness, the rhythmic clip-clop of his shoes against the pavement resonated in his ears. Halfway through his journey, he noticed a woman sitting on a bench at the side of the road, visibly distressed and crying. She was clearly Hispanic, with dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, and brown eyes that shimmered with tears. Her name was Maria, and she, too, was 35 years old, born on July 19, 1988. Standing at 5'3" and weighing approximately 130 pounds, Maria wore a white crop top with intricate embroidery, paired with denim short shorts that hugged her form. Her feminine sandals were slightly raised, with thin straps winding around her ankles and a small bow at the front. Her nails were meticulously manicured, painted in a vibrant shade of red that caught the light. Maria's outfit matched perfectly with a designer leather purse slung over her shoulder. In her moment of distress, she had grabbed a few essentials: her wallet, phone, a small amount of cash, and a key to a safe place far away from her tormentor. Maria had run away from her boyfriend after months of escalating arguments and verbal abuse. Tonight, it had reached a breaking point, and she could no longer endure his furious temper. As Max walked past, the sound of his footsteps seemed to snap Maria out of her thoughts. She looked up, noticing the boy clip-clopping toward her. With a sense of desperation, she reached out and grabbed him. The abruptness of the action made Max's vision blur, and he felt himself falling into unconsciousness. When Max awoke, everything felt different. He tried to sit up and realized he seemed taller. As he steadied himself, he noticed the familiar designer purse on his shoulder and the touch of fabric against his torso. Glancing down, Max saw the white crop top, the denim short shorts, and the delicate sandals. His hands, too, were different – the nails painted a striking red. Max stood, the clip-clop of the feminine sandals sounding strange yet familiar, like an echo from the past. Driven by curiosity and fear, he clip-clopped over to a nearby mirror. Staring back at him was Maria's reflection. His mouth opened in shock, his voice escaping in a soft, unfamiliar pitch. "¿Qu-qué... qué pasó?" he stammered, each word sounding unfamiliar and distinctly like Maria's Hispanic valley girl voice. Desperation welled up inside him. "M-mommy!" he cried out, but his voice betrayed him, transforming the word into an accented, feminine tone. "Mommy, ¿dónde estás?" Out of nowhere, a sudden breeze caused a trash can's lid to crash down nearby, making Max jump. "¡Ay!" he yelped involuntarily, his new voice distinctly Hispanic, full of fear. "¿Por qué esto me está pasando? ¡Necesito ayuda!" With each sentence, Max found himself slipping between broken English and Spanish, unable to control it. "Ayudame... ¡por favor!" Confused, scared, and disoriented, Max knew he needed to make it home. He had to find his mom and make sense of whatever was happening. The streets that once seemed familiar now felt like a confusing maze, every sound amplified by the clip-clop of feminine sandals echoing against the pavement. With a determined yet fearful heart, Max began to walk, hoping to find answers at home.