First time walking through the city: Six year old Will walks through the city for the first time with his mother's trust. He is interrupted by 30 year old Kesha, a homeless woman of African American

Once upon a time, in the city's cacophony, lived a six-year-old boy named Will. His mother, young yet strong at twenty-four, had bestowed upon him the considerable trust of traversing the city on his own for the very first time, a pact sealed with a pointed advisory, "Be careful, Will." As fate would have it, on the same day, Will ended up crossing paths with Kesha, who was also known as 'Freckles.' She was a homeless thirty-year-old woman of African American descent, adorned with long, curly black hair. Freckles was quite striking with her choice of attire; she modeled hoop earrings, a crop top, jean short shorts, and leather wedges, her possessions carried in a black purse that rested on her shoulder. Upon seeing the naive but well-mannered boy, Kesha bent down and asked if he had any money, to which Will gently shook his head, apologizing. This innocent act made Kesha’s affection for him grow, leading her to envelope him in a warm hug, calling him a 'little sweetheart.' However, something peculiar happened during that hug. Will suddenly felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, he noticed a drastic change — he was notably taller. With some degree of surprise, he also observed that he was now wearing Kesha’s attire, his reflection in the window panes showing a distinctly darker skin tone. He was in Freckles’ body. Startled, Will scanned through Kesha’s purse, establishing a new realness to this bizarre situation. He fumbled with nail glue, false nails, makeup, hair care products designed specifically for Kesha’s type of hair, cigarettes, a lighter and bear spray - an assortment unbeknownst to him. Overwhelmed, he pried off the girlish wedges, stripped off the earrings, and dropped the purse. Running across his own lifeless body, Will felt a jolt of pain with his -- or rather, Kesha's -- bare feet flinching at the touch of the uneven terrain. His body had changed, but his mind remained the same. He protested, declaring he wasn't supposed to be this big or a girl. Kesha, herself now in Will's body, calmly explained that she had wished for a change and had no intention of reversing the transformation, snapping her fingers as if closing a magical deal. It seemed to initiate a process where Will's memories started to reshape and mature, blurring his childhood past until he could only remember being Kesha. This alteration left him dazed and slightly disoriented, yet he instinctively realized he was barefoot and the purse was missing. Chiding herself or himself now for her carelessness, Kesha's new host body scanned the area, spotting the lost items. She hastily collected her possessions, reapplied the earrings and fitted the long purple nails back. Picking up the purse and slipping into the wedges, he felt a hint of joy beneath all his confusion. Watching her reflection on a glass pane, ensuring all looked as it should, she sighed in relief. Yet the reality of homelessness loomed over her, painting a somber end note to her day. She managed to locate a quiet alleyway, her refuge for the night. As she smoked a cigarette, the bear spray close by as a precaution, she reflected on this sudden life alteration. Out in the distance, the real Kesha, now stuck in Will's little body, rejoiced at her new-found childhood and freedom from homelessness. Will, however, was left to confront the harsh reality of life while being stuck in Kesha's body, with the belief that it was his, for the rest of his life.