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Ben was a curious and imaginative little boy with an insatiable sense of adventure. Ben's full name was Benjamin Parker; he was 8 years old, stood at 4 feet 2 inches tall, and weighed 60 pounds. Ben was born on June 12, 2015, in the state of Ohio. With his pale skin, sandy blonde hair that was short and messy, and bright blue eyes that always seemed to be gleaming with excitement, Ben could easily be spotted in a crowd. He came from a family with deep ties to the area, his mother, Aunt, and Grandmother all living nearby. Ben's mom, Linda Parker, was an older woman in her late 50s. She was born on April 10, 1965, stood at 5 feet 5 inches tall, and weighed 150 pounds. Linda had graying brown hair styled in a neat bob and warm brown eyes. His aunt, Susan Parker, was slightly younger at 54 years old, born on February 15, 1969. She was 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed about 140 pounds, with curly brown hair that reached her shoulders and hazel eyes. Sara Parker, Ben’s grandmother, had turned 78 years old, having been born on October 23, 1945. She was 5 feet tall and weighed 130 pounds, with completely white hair tied in a tight bun and the same bright blue eyes as Ben. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when Ben decided to embark on an independent trip to the grocery store. The store was located all the way on the other side of town, but Ben felt brave and ready for the challenge. Before leaving, he grabbed his favorite toy, a small red race car he dubbed "Speedy," and stuffed it into his pocket. As he walked, Ben held onto Speedy tightly, flipping it in his hand absentmindedly. But somewhere along the way, Speedy slipped out of his grip and rolled down the street. Ben gasped and took off after it, watching in horror as it sped away from him. The toy car seemed to have a mind of its own, rolling down the sidewalks and even crossing streets. Ben sprinted after Speedy, his legs barely able to keep up. Speedy eventually took an unexpected turn, heading straight for a nightclub. The club was slowly getting busier as evening approached, people milling around the entrance and insides growing dim. Desperate, Ben chased Speedy until a Hispanic woman noticed him and stopped him in his tracks. Her name was Isabella Martinez, and she was 8 years older than Ben's mom, making her 66 years old. Isabella stood at exactly 5 feet tall and weighed 115 pounds. She had short but feminine dark brown hair, lively brown eyes, and hailed from Colombia. She wore a skimpy red dress, wedge sandals, and carried a small gold purse. Her nails were painted bright red, her makeup bold and extravagant, complete with matching lipstick and flashy jewelry adorning her ears and neck. "Chico, yoo’re not alowd een dere," she said in broken English, her voice firm but kind, "Yoo haf to be twenty-juan or older. Yoo’re too yung." Tears welled up in Ben’s eyes, and he replied in a teary, lisped voice, "I lost my Speedy. I really need it back, pleathe." Isabella sighed and crouched down to his level. "Eef I see your toy, I’ll bring eet to yoo," she promised, her accent thick, "but eet's not likely yoo'll see it again now. Ahorita, vayate." She waved her hands, urging him to leave in Spanish. Refusing to give up, Ben decided to sneak in through a side door. He took off his shoes and socks to reduce any noise and slipped inside. Keeping his head down, he ventured into the dimly lit club, his heart pounding as he looked around for Speedy. He weaved through the throngs of people, his tiny figure unnoticed. After what felt like forever, he finally spotted his toy. Eyes alight with relief, Ben held his head high and walked towards it. However, he didn't notice Isabella’s wedge sandals that had been left carelessly on the floor. Tumbling over them, Ben looked down to find his feet had slipped into the sandals. Instantly, a strange sensation overcame him. He tried to remove the shoes, but his clothing evaporated as his feet began aging and cracking, becoming a bronze color. His nails were painted, matching Isabella's. Panicked, he tugged at the wedges, slightly loosening them as the transformation slowed but didn't stop. Ben’s limbs lengthened and feminized, his hands narrow and delicate, his legs shapely and smooth. His torso and chest changed, gaining a more mature, feminine form. His face and head underwent dramatic alterations; his blue eyes turned brown, his features softened, and his hair grew into a stylish dark bob. His voice deepened, adopting a Spanish accent. Clad in Isabella’s outfit with matching jewelry and purse, Ben looked down in horror. "I deedn't do anytheeng wrong, I just wanted my Speedy back," he said, his voice now heavily accented. As the transformation completed, his memories began to mature and feminize. "But I just wanted my Speedy back pleathe.....I—I don't remember what I was talking about. Oh, is that the niño's toy, poor little chico." Strutting over to the toy, she bent down, picked it up, and tucked it into her purse. Stepping back outside, she searched for the boy but couldn't find him anywhere. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked back into the club, looking for her friends. As she neared a mirror, she smiled at her reflection, admiring the wedge sandals before applying a fresh coat of lipstick. "Ay Dios, I no bad lookeenk for sixty-six years old," she remarked, her voice laced with broken English, "I steel remember moo-ving to America from Colombia forty years ago, I love being Colombian." She finally regrouped with her five girlfriends. There was Maria, aged 60, standing at 5 feet 3 inches tall, weighing 130 pounds, from Puerto Rico with long curly black hair and brown eyes. Then there was Carla, aged 58, at 5 feet 2 inches, weighing 125 pounds from Cuba, with straight medium-length dark brown hair and green eyes. Next was Elena, aged 57, at 5 feet 1 inch, weighing 120 pounds, from Mexico with wavy dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. Rosa, aged 56, at 5 feet 4 inches, weighing 135 pounds, from Venezuela with short black hair and brown eyes. Finally, Isabel, aged 55, at 5 feet 3 inches, weighing 140 pounds, from the Dominican Republic with long brown hair and blue eyes. "Dónde fuiste?" Maria asked, her voice playful and accented heavily. "I was tryeenk to find dat leettle niño who lost his toy," Isabella explained, "I found eet, but I couldn’t find heem anymore." The evening continued with laughter and conversation among the women, as Isabella thought back to the fleeting confusion of the earlier day, her mind now completely adjusted to her new reality.