How My Dad Became My Boyfriend

Sammie, a sweet-hearted ten-year-old, was home alone once again. Her recently divorced dad, Rob, was in the next room getting ready for a night out with his new girlfriend, Jewel. Jewel was quite a contrast to Sammie. The thirty-year-old was a materialistic, selfish woman with a liking for expensive clothes, high heels, and Elizabeth Taylor styled jewelry. She was famed for her ocean of makeup on a face which boasted raven hair and enchanting brown eyes, but beneath those eyes held a stark coldness that was everything Sammie was not. That particular day, as Sammie sat alone while Rob and Jewel prepared to leave for yet another pricey dinner, she made a brave move. Standing on her tiptoes, she sneaked into Jewel's ultra-posh room, struggling to suppress her disgust at the sight of the glittering heap of luxury that lay around. Her adventurous eyes fell upon Jewel's prized possession, a diamond-encrusted purse casually left behind with her iPhone peeking out. The brave girl climbed the shelves skillfully, reached out to the purse, her heart pounding as she flicked open Jewel's phone. To her utter disappointment, she stumbled upon cruel text messages about her dear father. The sight was shocking and at that moment she decided, Jewel's true nature must be exposed. But as destiny had it, while aiming to protect her father from Jewel's wickedness, Sammie's footing faltered. "God! Jewel's things are so extra and stuck-up. My dad is too sweet for her and she's such a big meanie to him" she vented out loud. The diamond-encrusted purse went flying over her shoulder, landing a loud thud right inside a pair of Jewel's strutting platform sandals. The aftershock of the wobble sent a sudden wave of transformation over the innocent girl. "Oh! Nooooooo! I don't wanna be mean like Jewel!" Sammie wailed in desperation, but the changes didn’t stop. Her petite body began to mature, her arms and legs lengthened, her chest filled out to mimic Jewel's figure, her fingers morphed into the shape of Jewel's manicured ones. Black hair sprouted from her petite skull, brown eyes replaced blue ones and her voice-filled maturity, matching Jewel's pitch. As her clothes transformed into a revealing crop top and short shorts, the jewel-studded engagement ring appeared on her finger. Sammie's hopes of being a better version of Jewel with this new appearance were destroyed as visions of herself, mean and materialistic as Jewel flashed before her. Suddenly, the newest version of Jewel found herself dazed, looking around a room she didn’t recognize. "What the fuck am I doing in here? This room smells like slutty jealous little girl" she scoffed, showing clear disapproval for Sammie's humble room. Spotting her sandals and purse, she chuckled, "Silly girl, playing with my things". She gracefully slipped her feet into the platforms, the purse flung over her shoulder, picking her iPhone from the floor she tucked it into her purse nonchalantly. Looking at herself in the mirror, Jewel appreciated what she saw, as full of herself as ever. She strutted towards the door, a smirk playing on her lips, the resonating clunk of her platforms proving to be perfect background music. She entered her boudoir with an air of extravagance, applying layers of lipstick and mask-like makeup, readying herself to deceive Rob once more. Upon dressing, Jewel sauntered outside, keys jingling in her purse, and a wicked laugh echoed in the empty halls. "Rob is such a fucking loser! Honestly, don't know how he thinks I actually give a damn about him when he looks like that, and I look like this. Can't wait to meet up with that guy at that nice restaurant. He better be paying for everything or he can forget about me putting out tonight" As she stepped into her luxury car, a final quote slipped from her lips, "I love being such a sexy bitch. All I need to do is show off my body to any ugly guy, and I get whatever I want." It ended there, driving off into the night, any shred of ten-year-old Sammie forgotten, and Jewel emerged, as self-centered and dismissive as ever.