"Identity Crisis: A Mystical Transformation in the Heart of Texas"

Once upon a time, in the year 2024, there lived a boy named Tomas. Tomas was a tall lad, standing at 6'2 in height. Born on November 15, 1999, he was 25 years old. The scale tipped at 180 pounds whenever he stood on it. He hailed from sunny California, and was often seen in a pair of faded blue jeans, with a crisp white tee, and leather jacket. This epitome of an everyday American guy had striking features, with brown hair, piercing grey eyes, and a light stubble adorning his face. Then, one fateful evening, beneath the glimmer of downtown city lights, everything drastically changed. In the pursuit of an adrenaline rush, Tomas tried a psychedelic drug offered to him by a beggar. As soon as the drug hit his system, he blacked out. When he awoke, he found himself in an alley, surrounded by the pungent smell of rotting food and booze. A grimy mirror reflected a stranger's image back to him. It was a woman; she seemed to be about 30 years old, had brown hair streaked with grey, hazel eyes and sunburnt skin covered in filth. She was named Alice, as indicated by the ID in the purse that was lying next to her. She was from Nevada, a bordering state, standing 5’4 tall and weighing 130 pounds. Over her frail structure, she was wearing a tattered pink blouse, a ratty blue skirt, and surprisingly, a pair of scuffed but stylish wedges. Stumbling and catching himself repeatedly over the wedges, Tomas blurted out in fear, "What is happening?" but to his horror, the voice that came out was a raspy, worn-out one, it was Alice's voice. With his heart pounding in his chest, Tomas stumbled out of the alley on shaky legs. With the foreign purse slung across his shoulder, he awkwardly put on the sunglasses he found inside. As he did, he saw another woman walking down the road. In his desperation, male pride pushed aside, he walked over to her. "Excuse me, miss," he started, "I don’t mean to bother you, but any chance you got some extra change, or maybe a spare ciggie?" As the words left his lips, they were accompanied by a light giggle, much to his surprise. It wasn't him; it was as if his body was on autopilot. The stranger gave him a sympathetic smile and handed him a cigarette. His hands, now dainty and covered in grime, reached into the purse and found a lighter. He lit the cigarette, his mind in turmoil. Sheltering himself behind a cigarette cloud, Tomas decided to scan Alice's ID again. As he did, his heart dropped to his stomach, leaving him even more shocked. The ID stated that Alice was born on April 8, 2001. The homeless woman whose body he had somehow found himself in was actually younger than him; she was only 23, looking way older due to her living conditions. This realisation led Tomas to a newfound determination to get out of this body and back inside his own while respecting Alice's struggle for survival, a life that was depicted by merely a purse, a pair of wedges, and the harsh reality reflected in the mirror.