Daisy Growing Up

Once upon a time, in the comfort of their small suburban home, 10-year-old Daisy was helping her mother, Cindy, clean the house. Daisy, a child with a heart full of kindness and curiosity, eagerly picked up a broom and dustpan and got to work. Her mother was glad for the assistance and rewarded her with a handful of change for her piggy bank. Mid-day while the house was filled with the scent of cleaning products, the front door creaked open. In walked Heather, Daisy's confident, free-spirited older sister who was also quite fond of the finer things in life. "Mom, can I have some money, I wanna shop at the mall," she asked nonchalantly. Cindy glanced at her daughter before patting the armrest of the worn-out sofa. "How about you get a job or make your own money?" Cindy suggested. Heather rolled her eyes theatrically, huffed, and bolted off to her sanctuary—her room. A little while later, Daisy caught Heather in Cindy's room. Daisy watched in stunned silence as Heather took money out of Cindy's purse and pocketed it. Torn and conflicted, Daisy decided not to alert Cindy—a woman hardly stressed over regular household chores. Instead, Daisy made a bold choice. She decided to retrieve the stolen money herself after Heather and Cindy left together. When Daisy entered Heather's mystical world, she spotted her sister's purse idly resting uncomfortably between stacks of expensive clothes, heels, and sunglasses. She retrieved the stolen amount, but in the process, she clumsily knocked Heather's purse. Daisy gasped as she was mysteriously pulled into the vortex of Heather's life. The wedge sandals she stepped into led to an unusual metamorphosis—her petite feet gradually transformed into Heather's with a lavish pedicure. As Daisy ran out of the room, the transformations followed and escalated. With every second passed, she morphed into Heather. Her height increased, her once comfortable clothes turned into a crop top and short shorts, and a chic pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses perched itself on her forehead. Daisy was lost, replaced by Heather's persona as her memories faded away. Confused and dazed, she found herself back in Heather's room spotting her sandals, purse, and the stolen money. She picked them up, slid the purse onto her shoulder and put the money back in it. Heather then looked in the mirror with a satisfied smile at her own reflection, her pride in herself evident. Putting on the sunglasses from her forehead and shutting the door behind her, she left the house, heading towards the mall with the money she initially stole. Her actions unintentionally bookending this unexpected surreal adventure.