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In the bustling year of 2021, carrying an enormous vitality characteristic of young boys, was a playful 6-year-old boy named Ethan. Ethan's birth on the 4th of July, 2015 had been an event of joy and jubilation in the family. Now, he stood at a height of 3 feet 9 inches tall and weighed a healthy 45 pounds. Born in the picturesque state of Idaho, he had inherited his dad's auburn hair that was styled in a casual pixie cut and his mom's vibrant hazel eyes, a blend of colors that hinted at the innocence and mischief of his personality. Ethan's young mom, Mia, was a petite woman of 24, born on May 3rd in the year 1997. Mia, who was merely 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighed 120 pounds, had a luscious mane of chestnut hair, usually tied down in a messy bun. Her deep blue eyes were full of love and kindness, giving off a warmth that mirrored her caring nature. The boy's dad, Ben, a man of 26 years old born on August 1, 1995, was no longer in his life. Ben, who was six feet tall and weighed a robust 180 pounds, had a head of unruly auburn hair and hazel eyes, identical to Ethan's. From Mia's side of the family, 22-year-old aunt Lily, born September 5, 1999, was a beautiful woman of 5 feet 6 inches height, 130 pounds weight, radiant strawberry blonde hair styled in a modern bob cut, and sparkling green eyes. On the other hand, the busy uncle Joe, a 24-year-old man born on October 14, 1997, was six feet two inches tall, weighed 200 pounds, had a mop of curly black hair, and mysterious dark brown eyes. Born in the year 1964 on November 7th, Ethan's grandmother, Martha, was a woman of modest height and weight for her 57 years - 5 feet 5 inches and 160 pounds. Her hair was a silver cascade, usually pulled back into a bun, and she had captivating blue-gray eyes. One fine day, brave little Ethan embarked on a solo adventure to a nearby salon in the heart of downtown Parker, Idaho. As he entered the salon, the sound of slow murmuring and soft jazz effused the chic establishment. The Korean woman working there, Mrs. Soo Min, a 59-year-old woman born on January 10, 1962, stood at a diminutive 5 feet 2 inches, a healthy weight of 130 pounds, and she had a striking jet black pixie cut, neatly set and styled. Her almond-shaped, obsidian eyes sparkled with kindness and experience, each glance more intense than the previous one, accentuated by the thin frame of her glasses. Mrs. Soo Min was clad in a stylish Korean style blazer and blouse, platform sandals accentuating her figure, and her nails elaborately painted to match. A wedding ring sparkled on her finger and various pieces of jewelry radiated elegance and added grandeur to her ensemble. As she left the room, Mrs. Soo Min gestured for Ethan to sit tight. "Lit-tle boi, vait herre, me back sonn!" She called out in her halted English, rushing to fetch something for the boy's haircut. Left to his own devices, Ethan's curiosity took over. He slipped off his own shoes and socks, feeling the cool tile beneath his feet as he tiptoed around the room. Suddenly, feeling a natural urgency, he innocently yelled out, "I need to potty!" His perfect little-boy English echoed in the empty room. He ventured towards a hallway, head held up bravely, not watching the ground beneath him. Suddenly, he tripped, losing his balance. Looking down with surprise, he found himself tripped by Mrs. Soo Min's platform sandals that had somehow made their way onto his tiny feet. Giving rise to his anxiety, his clothes evaporated, as if by some trick of light. Startled, Ethan tried to remove the platform sandals. But as he struggled, he felt an unusual sensation creeping up his feet, soon noticing his feet were aging, beautifully adorned toenails painted a shiny red matching Mrs. Soo Min's. Panic arose as he yanked the sandals, trying to halt the changes that had begun creeping up his legs. They didn't seem to stop even after he finally managed to remove the sandals. “I'm gonna miss mommy and grammy so much! I didn't do nothing wrong, I just had to potty and I don't wanna be icky girl!” He yelled out in perfect little-boy English, tears streaming down his face. The patterns in his heart started twisting, his thoughts warped and aligned in bizarre synchrony, eventually planting a feeling of age, an age that transcended his grandma's and seemed to eclipse his mom and aunt's years. The realization brought him to weep, the reality of the situation starting to settle in his mind. As the fear consumed him, he remembered a song his mother used to sing when he was scared. With shaky breaths, he began to hum the familiar tune to calm his trembling nerves, words stumbling out in a frightened whimper, ”Hush, little baby, don't say a word, mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.” Suddenly, as though a strange metamorphosis was taking place, the boy's body began to align with the melody, shaping itself in harmony with the tune. His voice, now imbued with a Seoul accent, gradually morphed the English lullaby in his mind into a traditional Korean poem halfway. The lyrics began to change, and he sang out, "Hush, small one, hold onto words, Mother will buy a prancing bird." “서둘지 마라, 어린이, 움켜잡아 주세요, 엄마가 춤추는 새를 사줄 거야.” His familiar feminine voice echoed off the salon walls, singing seamlessly in Korean, a language previously unknown to him. Ethan’s body continued to change, mature, and flourish into a woman’s figure identical to Mrs. Soo Min. Her clothing appeared on him, crafted by the same invisible force that had previously stolen his clothes. He looked exactly like the woman, except for her jewelry and wedding ring. His memories began to blur. His voice sounded unfamiliar, saturated with Seoul's accents. The song continued, a soothing balm against the whirlwind of thoughts and fears that swept forcefully around his mind. As his memories altered, he realized how the innocent song he had started had elegantly flowed into a traditional Korean song. With a final note of the song hanging in the air, a warm smile formed on his new face. His body felt different, but somehow familiar. He looked down at his outfit, then glanced at the jewelry and the wedding ring on the table nearby. Strutting over, he started adding each piece, starting with the long pearl necklace draped over her blouse, fastening the diamond stud earrings, clipping bracelets on each arm, and lining rings across her fingers, leaving the ring finger of her left hand vacant for the wedding ring. Slipping it on, her hand felt complete, adorned as it was meant to be. His gaze then fell upon the platform sandals. He walked over to them, before gracefully sinking into the nearby chair, pulling on the sandals one foot at a time, adjusting the straps so they hugged his feet just right. Next, he smoothened out his blazer, resettled his blouse, and ran a hand through his precisely cut hair, carefully taming any errant strands. He adjusted the platform sandals, ensuring they were perfectly snug, the straps firmly holding onto the contour of his now slender feet. Reality shifted around him, rearranging itself to accommodate the changes. An explanation bloomed in his mind - she had been barefoot as her feet were sore after a long day. She had taken off her jewelry and wedding ring to give herself a little break as she worked. Wearing them again felt refreshing, like she was truly herself once more. As Mrs. Soo Min looked around her impeccable salon, she felt a pang of concern - the young boy who had been waiting when she stepped out was gone, leaving only a small pair of shoes and socks behind. Thoughts swirled around her head. “Litt-le boi, wherr arre you?” Mrs. Soo Min exclaimed in her broken English, her words filled with worry and confusion. “How he ... gone?” While she tidied up her salon, confusion and fear bubbled under her professional demeanor, but she masked it well with a bright smile. She looked around once more, strutting around in her salon, the familiar thumping of her platform sandals on the floor echoing her heartbeat. Picking up the broom, she began sweeping the floor. She decided to adjust her platform sandals again, undoing the straps and re-doing them so that they were firmly in their place, assuring in their familiarity. The rhythmic thumping of her sandals on the floor as she moved about, was almost comforting, somewhat assuring her that everything was alright. Mrs. Soo Min continued her sweeping, her mind wandering to the missing young boy, hoping he was safe, light from the setting sun gently stroking the polished interior of her salon. She mused about the day’s surprising turn of events, adjusting her platform sandals, ready to stride bravely into the unknown.