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In the year 2021, a young lad by the name of Timothy Sullivan aged six could be found in the state of Oregon, US. Born on a beautiful morning on July 15, 2015, Timothy was rather tall for his age, standing at about 3 feet 10 inches and weighing around 45 pounds. Dressed in an assortments of mix and match pieces he picked himself, his head was coated with a chestnut-hued mop of hair that was commonly trimmed into a short masculine style. Perhaps, his most striking feature was his magnificent hazel eyes, whose sparkling glare could easily induce a sense of enchantment. Among the people in his life, his mother, Isabella Ross-Sullivan, held the most profound influence. Born on January 12, 1983, Isabella was a sultry 38-year-old that stood at an elegant height of 5 feet 6 inches and weighed around 130 pounds. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut curls, dramatically fell around her shoulders. With emerald green eyes, she captivated every individual that crossed her path. On an average day, after moving to Oregon following the messy divorce proceedings, Timothy found himself on a new adventure. Walking home alone for the first time from school, he felt a powerful surge of independence. It was then, in an impromptu burst of childish curiosity, he wandered into an unexplored path leading to the forest beside their home. As the inviting coolness of soil beckoned him, he shed his shoes and socks, letting his little feet indulge in the feel of Mother Nature. Journeying down the path, he stumbled upon an item that seemed entirely out of place, a delicately carved pink hairbrush. It had a feminine allure and an intricate design. There was a fine mother-of-pearl handle with strands of rosy pink hair winding around each bristle. Timothy's curiosity was piqued further upon examining the hairbrush. When his bare feet touched an invisible boundary connected to the brush, he sensed something altering. His feet displayed signs of softening, flesh curving in more delicate shapes. His legs lengthened, muscular structure refining to a gentle feminine sway. His eyes grew wide, and he stuttered, "Oh no, I didn't—I didn't do anything." The once sturdy arms, hands, and shoulders began to shrink and curve smoothly, attaining a more feminine build. Timothy's tears flowed unhindered as his once boyish face began to evolve into an enchanting female visage. His memories started reformatting, a mental shift occurring just as profound as his physical transformation. A tight white shirt, tiny denim shorts, and wedge sandals replaced his school uniform. Standing tall and inevitably feminine, his world spun into chaos. "But I'm just—I'm just a—I'm just an OnlyFans model," a part of him corrected, his voice filled with feminine warmth and nasally drawls of a woman's speech. He had become someone else completely. His senses identified as Alexa Monroe, a 22-year-old girl of 5 feet 7 inches, weighing around 125 pounds. Born on May 3, 1999, with radiant locks of pink hair styled in a chic bob falling around her shoulders, she had mesmerizing sky-blue eyes. "Oh my God, I feel so lucky being so fab—fab. I love being an OnlyFans girl; men are so easy to manipu—late," she giggled at her own joke, her voice high and bubbly. Eyeing her new body, Alexa wondered aloud, "I wonder how much cash I'd make from selling pics of my body..." She knew, then, that life as Timothy fell into nothing more than a distant memory. Today, as Alexa, a brand new chapter of her life was ready to unfold. Little did she know that her transformation would cast a ripple of change further than she could ever imagine.