Jeff's first day of school

One sunny afternoon, little 5-year-old Brady was given some money by his 21-year-old mom, Haley. It was the first time he was allowed to go shopping all by himself, and he felt a thrill of independence. With the cash apples of his young eyes firmly set on the CVS store, he waltzed in, his heart aglow with excitement. His small hand wrapped around a Kit-Kat and a Pepsi can, and he left the store with no money left over, delighted to be a part of the adult world of transactions and choices. Until then, Brady had his share of grocery shopping alongside his mom but never his own solo expedition. As he left the store, however, his bright mood was swiftly interrupted by a disheartening sight. Enter Bree, a 22-year-old homeless woman with straight, black hair reaching down to her shoulders, a pair of soulful brown eyes, and the body of an athlete gone astray. She wore a pink crop top that barely sufficed against the chill of the wind, and a pair of faded short shorts. Her bare, dainty feet stood exposed to the cruel cement, and a small black purse was hanging off her shoulder. Bree, reduced to living on the streets after a falling-out with her parents, noticed Brady and knelt down to him, her voice muffled by the unkind blows of fate. She asked Brady if he could spare some change so she might fend off her hunger. Brady, his eyes welling up at Bree's situation, regrettably shook his head and managed a sad 'no' with his small, innocent voice. With a gentle smile to put the little kid at ease, Bree extended her arms inviting a comforting hug. As Brady accepted the gesture, he suddenly felt a dizzying change come over him. Opening his eyes, he was startled to find himself looking through sunglasses and taller than usual. He hastily removed the sunglasses and looked down. His clothes had changed into the ones Bree was wearing - a crop top and short shorts, and he was now a woman. "Whoa! I'm so bi-- I sound like a girl! Ew! I don't wanna be a girl!" Brady cried out, discomfort writhing on his new voice and body. The new reality was a shock to him. Walking barefoot was painful, and the pavement was scorching hot. He gazed at his new, feminine feet in disbelief, realizing that they looked almost identical to his mother's. Spotting his newly traded body in the distance, Brady ran towards it, jumping up and down and pleading for a swap back. However, Bree, sitting in Brady’s young body, denied his plea, revealing her plans to wipe his memories. As his childlike consciousness faded away, the memories and experiences of Bree began to replace them and soon, little Brady was nothing more than an echo. Now fully Bree, she felt the sun's harsh light searing her skin. She cursed the sunlight, saying, "Damn sun! It's hot as Hell out here and I don't even have a pair of shoes. My trashy parents really threw me out on the street over a damn argument and now I, a 22-year-old dainty little female have to watch my back and fend for myself against all these creepy homeless men who are much stronger than me and can overpower me in seconds. I don't owe them shit!" Eventually, she came across a shoebox behind a department store. It had a pair of open-faced high heels, which she quickly slipped onto her feet. A small triumphant grin curled up on her face and she said, "Yes! Today is not so bad after all. A nice pair of heels to bash someone's head in should I have to defend myself. Now I'll be able to sleep a little better tonight" That night, the new Bree found a corner to sleep in, clutching her small purse close. As she closed her eyes, the memories of a 5-year-old named Brady seem to drift away further with each passing heartbeat. Bree was now stuck in a reality far removed from that of an innocent child, destined to live her life on the unforgiving streets. Little Brady was lost forever, replaced by the tough, street-smart Bree who had to fend for herself.