Desmond woke up in his bed startled when he saw his friend's bed was empty. He realized he was Desmond and he was still 8 years old. "What happened to my snacks and shirt?" he asked himself as he got

"Desmond! Don't forget to pack your favorite snacks!" His mom hollered from the kitchen as he darted around gathering his things. He was only 8, but the adventurous spirit was strong within him. Desmond had been invited to his friend's 17-year-old sister Kennedy's birthday party, a teenage event that allowed him a pass to sleep in his friend's room that night. Kennedy was having 20 of her closest friends over for a sleepover in her large bedroom. Despite the age difference, Desmond was excited, but he and his friend were strictly told not to disturb the elder girls. As the evening settled, the laughter and chatter from Kennedy's room ceased and the house descended into peaceful silence. However, disappointingly, Kennedy had confiscated Desmond and his friend's special snacks, taking them to her room. Not willing to give up their goodies, daring little Desmond decided to retrieve them. Slowly, he tiptoed into her room, his wide-eyed gaze scanning over the mass of teenage girls sleeping. Evading every obstacle, he managed to stealthily snatch their snacks. With triumph twinkling in his eyes, he stepped out and hurried down the hallway. Suddenly, his foot collided with something and down he went. In the brief moments of his fall, he noticed the pink sandals he had tripped over had somehow slipped on to his small feet. Further, his feet began to grow, fitting perfectly into the pink sandals adorned with Kennedy's pink toenail polish. With a sense of panic rising, Desmond kicked off the sandals, hoping it would stop this unwanted transformation. But he kept growing taller, his clothes altered into a feminine pink shirt and short shorts, an outfit often worn by Kennedy. Terrified yet curious, he dashed back to Kennedy's room. His heart pounded in his chest as he discovered an empty bed. The realization dawned - There were two Kennedys, and now the original was gone, leaving him, the new Kennedy. The final transformation happened as his mind altered, all his memories as Desmond faded, replaced with new ones as Kennedy. "Oh my god! Like, why am I awake and where are my snacks?" she exclaimed in a soft, feminine tone. Coming across the pink sandals again, now her sandals, seemed confusing. How did they end up out here? She slipped them on and pranced over to a mirror. Ignoring her late-night snack quest, she started posing and pouting her lips, clicking a photo. With a pinch of curiosity about her unwanted midnight awakenings, she shrugged it off. All she knew was she needed beauty sleep. Yawning, she admired herself one last time in the mirror before retiring to her room, her newfound adventure as a night snack thief only a forgotten dream.