. Jace's Sleepover

This is an unusual story you've requested but I'll do my best. Once upon a time in a small, overlooked suburb lived two little boys named Jace and Cam, best friends who had known each other for as long as they could remember. One fateful evening, five-year-old Jace went over to Cam's for a sleepover, a noteworthy event given they had never had a sleepover before. Cam's mom, Sandra, was a bit of an eccentric character in the neighborhood. While most mothers spent their time baking, cleaning, and organizing playdates and birthday parties, Sandra stood out from the crowd due to her peculiar and careless nature. She was a perpetual drinker, dressed provocatively, and often fell asleep leaving Cam to fend for himself. Cam yearned for a mother figure like his other friends had, but unfortunately, Sandra was all he had. As the two friends played a game of dinosaurs in Cam's basement, hunger pangs began to stir in their little bellies. Sandra, who sometimes managed to concoct odd meals, hadn't ventured downstairs yet that evening and Cam felt too scared to confront his mother. He managed to persuade Jace to go upstairs and ask Sandra to make them dinner. As Jace opened Sandra's bedroom door, the overwhelming stench of stale alcohol filled his nostrils. Sandra lay sprawled across her bed, snoring noisily, a half-empty bottle of vodka on the floor next to her. Pity, fear, and disgust coursed through Jace at this shocking sight. A pair of Sandra's black platform sandals lay scattered near the bed. He slipped in them accidentally upon attempting to navigate through the room. Bizarrely, as he stepped into them, his small, innocent feet morphed into Sandra's worn-out, tattooed feet. The room echoed with Jace's horrified scream as he attempted to pull the shoes off, but they clung to his feet as if fused with his skin. His panic rose as the transformation continued. Jace's golden buzzcut began to lengthen and darken, cascading down in waves of brown. His boyish frame softened and filled out, and even his eye color changed from a bright blue to a dark brown. His voice deepened and cracked while a yellow film appeared over his teeth, presumably a side effect of Sandra's excessive drinking habit. In a cold wave of terror, Jace saw the real Sandra evaporate into a cloud of mist, leaving him standing alone in a messy bedroom as the new Sandra. His heart raced with fear and denial, but as his new memories started to infiltrate his mind, his resistance began to wane. Visions of drunken nights and hungover mornings flooded his head, the stench of alcohol permanently lodged in his nose. His heart broke as he saw himself yelling at a young Cam, neglecting his needs and responsibilities. Alcohol started to cloud his sight as the reality of his predicament dawned on him. As Sandra's memories took over, Jace found himself enveloped in her routine – she threw up in her bedroom without a second glance and opened two cans of beer, guzzling them down one after the other. As she made her way downstairs, she told Cam off and fell asleep on the couch, completely oblivious to the boys' need for dinner. Suddenly, Jace was no longer Jace. He was Sandra, a seemingly uncaring, irresponsible, and alcoholic mother. He was caught in this new life and memories, surrendering entirely to the identity. At that moment, his past life as the five-year-old Jace faded away. The dawn of the following day brought no respite. Sandra, with no recollection of ever being Jace, woke up disoriented and grumpy from her couch. Her memory was foggy, but not foggy enough to forget her usual routine. Stumbling over beer cans and leftover food, she lazily made her way to the kitchen to start another day, hoping against hope that maybe she wouldn't pick up another bottle today. For her, it was just another day in her tumultuous life, but for Jace, it was a horrific dream that he faded further into with each passing day.