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Story: Once upon a time, in the quiet suburb of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, there lived a plucky and spirited six-year-old boy named Billy Johnson. He was a small tyke, barely three feet tall, with messy blond curls, sky-blue eyes that sparkled like freshly fallen dew, and a spray of freckles dotted across his rosy cheeks. His voice mirrored his appearance, bubbly and buoyant, like a chirping bird. As he made his way towards his single-bed to sleep, the outline of his dinosaur-themed pajamas contrasted against the soft glow of the night lamp. Then came the dawn of an improbable day. Billy opened his eyes, expecting the familiar sight of his dinosaur wallpapered room, but found himself in an unfamiliar setting, lying on silk sheets in a dimly lit room emanating the scent of cheap perfume. He had transformed into someone entirely unrecognizable - a woman named Bella D'Amico. Bella was 28, older than Billy's sister who was 15 back home. He was now in the bustle of Nevada, miles and miles away from his comforting home. Billy's new body had curves and angles Billy couldn't understand. Bella had shimmering raven-black hair that cascaded down, with streaks of electric blue playing through its length. Her heart-shaped face was framed by narrow, arched eyebrows, with seductive green eyes shadowed by thick mascara. "Mommy," he said and his voice came out, sultry and mature, nothing like his usual boyish pitch. He felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, as tears well welled up, spelling the painful longing for his mom and his family. Looking down upon himself, Billy noticed he was wearing a provocative scarlet dress, and his new feet were crammed into a pair of costly-looking strappy stilettos. A round, studded handbag was lying nearby, filled with make-up essentials, a bunch of dollar bills, and a small tube of red lipstick. The sight twisted his insides, but he struggled to stand up and walk. Yet, every step he took was a catwalk stride, his body swaying unbidden with the sensual grace of Bella. In the lavish mirror hanging on the wall, he saw his new self mimicking poses he had seen in sordid places: a hand on the hip, a seductive pout setting on the lips, a raised arched eyebrow giving a beguiling look. It was terrifying and foreign to Billy. All of a sudden, he heard a lyrically flirtatious line slip out of his mouth, "Fancy a good company for the night, love?" - the kind of words he would've never said as himself. Billy blinked at his reflection. He was trapped in a body and a world he didn't want to be a part of, his world transformed utterly by the caprices of fate. The seemingly everlasting adjustment to his new life became his nightmare and reality.