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Once upon a time in a quiet suburban neighborhood in the heart of Ohio, there was a little boy named Timmy Johnson. Timmy was just five years old, standing at 3 feet 6 inches tall and weighing 40 pounds. His birthday was March 12, 2018. Timmy was a bright and adventurous child with short blond hair, neatly trimmed, and round blue eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Timmy's mother, Patricia Johnson, was an older woman who had Timmy later in life. Patricia was 49 years old, standing tall at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing 150 pounds. She was born on April 28, 1974. Patricia had long, wavy blond hair and the same blue eyes as Timmy. She carried an air of grace and maturity with her everywhere she went. Patricia's older sister, Timmy's aunt Helen, was 63 years old, being 14 years older than Patricia. Helen, shorter than Patricia, stood at 5 feet 6 inches and weighed 140 pounds. Helen was born on June 15, 1960. She had short, curly gray hair and sharp green eyes. Despite her age, Helen radiated energy and had a lively presence that brought warmth to any room. Timmy's older cousin, David Johnson, was 32 years old, standing tall at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 180 pounds. David was born on September 9, 1991. David had dark brown hair, cut short and styled simply, with piercing hazel eyes. He was a hardworking man, always found in casual yet tidy attire. David was once married to Isabella, a woman younger than Helen by four years. Isabella was 59 years old, born on January 23, 1964, and she hailed from the vibrant city of Miami, Florida. Isabella was never known to shy away from attention, as she stood at 5 feet 5 inches, shorter than Patricia, and weighed 160 pounds. Isabella had wild, tacky hairstyles that often left others bewildered, whether it was bright pink streaks or uneven cuts combined with her peculiar green eyes. One bright and sunny afternoon, Timmy decided he wanted to prove to his mom that he could walk to David's house all by himself. Though typically accompanied, today he was on a mission to show his independence. Dressed in a simple blue T-shirt, jeans, and his favorite light-up shoes, Timmy began his journey down the familiar path to his cousin's house. Arriving at David's house, Timmy knocked on the door, his tiny heart pounding with pride and excitement. David answered the door, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and dark jeans. He grinned down at Timmy and said, "Timmy, you made it! I'm so proud of you for coming here by yourself!" David invited Timmy inside and informed him, "I have to go out for a little while. Remember, do not let Isabella into the house, okay? Like we always talked about." David had separated from Isabella due to her obsessive and crazy behavior. She had a habit of being controlling and obsessive, causing frequent and dramatic disputes. Isabella made David's life extremely stressful with her paranoia, tendency to snoop, and never-ending jealousy, and she displayed unpredictable moods and a lack of respect for boundaries. These were the numerous reasons David had chosen to divorce her. As David left the house, Timmy decided he would make sure everything was secure. He calmly walked through each room, checking that all doors and windows were locked. Satisfied, he kicked off his shoes and socks and settled down to play with some toys in the living room. Suddenly, Timmy heard a strange thumping noise coming from another room. Curious, he walked towards the sound and found a pair of trashy platform sandals lying in the middle of a room. The sandals were gaudy, made of cheap plastic, and adorned with sparkly, tacky decorations. Timmy grimaced at the sight and turned to leave, but in an instant, the platform sandals flew towards his feet, attaching themselves tightly. Timmy stumbled downstairs, trying frantically to remove the sandals, but they wouldn’t budge. As he struggled, his clothes evaporated off his body, leaving him in just the sandals. He screamed as his feet started to crack and age, morphing into large female feet with tacky bright red nail polish. "Mommy, help! I don't wanna be a girl or the mean lady!" Timmy cried, his voice trembling with fear. But the transformation continued. His legs and thighs elongated and became feminine, now adorned with tacky tattoos of roses and skulls, one tattoo on each thigh. His chest swelled, forming large breasts, and his body slimmed and took on a feminine shape. His arms and fingers became delicate, his nails coated with the same garish red polish. Timmy's head and features altered last. His hair grew long and tacky, now a vivid, uneven blend of colors that Isabella was known for. His eyebrows arched, eyelashes lengthened, and lips filled to become full and painted with bright pink lipstick. His nose and ears reshaped, matching Isabella's distinct features. His teeth straightened, and his voice took on a high, nasally tone. A tacky, skimpy outfit materialized on his transformed body, consisting of a tight leopard print top and a miniskirt with loud accessories. Cheap, flashy jewelry appeared all over him, along with more gaudy tattoos on his arms and back. Heavy makeup coated his face, excessively applied like Isabella's. Timmy's mind began to fog, his memories slipping away. "I don't wanna be a crazy lady and be mean to my cousin," he muttered desperately, but the memories kept changing. Mid-sentence, he found himself believing he was Isabella, her old wedding ring forming on his left ring finger. "No, please, I don't wanna--- I don't wanna leave without saying goodbye to my husband," she said, now fully Isabella in every aspect. Surveying the house, the transformed Isabella looked down at her revealing outfit and ample chest. "These tits are my best feature," she declared with a smirk. She noticed the old wedding ring and laughed hysterically. "David will never be rid of me. I'll make sure of it." Isabella began skipping around downstairs before stomping loudly back up to David's room, the platform sandals clomping noisily on the floor. She entered the room, inhaling deeply. "Smells just like him and his cologne. I just never wanted to leave him," she murmured, her voice filled with nostalgia. She grabbed a pen and paper, scribbling a psychotic message: "I'll always be here, David. You'll never escape me." She placed the note on his pillow and snatched one of his shirts, violently slamming it on the ground. "You think you can get rid of me that easily?" she shouted, her voice echoing through the empty house. Isabella then ransacked his room, stealing a few items: a watch David's grandmother had given him, a photo of the two of them during happier times, and an old baseball glove he treasured. She took these things to remind him of their connection and as tokens of her possessiveness. Isabella entered David's closet, holding a picture of the two of them together. "When he gets home, I'll kiss him. Then we can be together forever. He'll never be able to leave again. I'll make him wish I would actually leave. He'll see. I'll make sure he never forgets me," Isabella muttered, eyes wild with obsession. Completely lost in her new persona, Isabella no longer remembered being little Timmy. Admiring her platform sandals, she exclaimed, "Got these beauties from that dumb store in the flea market. Only a real queen like me could pull them off." She then grabbed David's favorite baseball cap, bending it out of shape out of spite. "F***ing hat, reminds me of his dumb games," she sneered. Throughout the day, Isabella cursed and raved, frequently mentioning her Latina heritage in a proud yet delusional manner. She was consumed by the mania that once defined her relationship with David, now ready to confront her past once more, forever obsessed by the love that turned into madness.