Lucy's life was going along normally, she was 12 years old, getting ready to go on vacation with her friends. She was counting her money to make sure she had enough to buy snacks and ice cream, when

Lucy was just an ordinary 12-year-old girl, not unlike many others. She was getting ready for a day out at the beach with her friends, including Tom whom she fancied. She was planning to use the opportunity to ask him out on a date. As she carried out her preparations, bustling about gathering her stuff and counting money for snacks and ice cream, her elder sister Emma strode into her room. "Hey Lucy, I'm off to the club with my girlfriends," Emma announced in her usual self-assured tone. Emma, ten years Lucy's senior, was part of a world that Lucy was yet to understand fully. "Can't believe you like the club. Seems so boring," Lucy replied, scrunching her face. Emma gave her a side-glance, crossing her arms and stomping her foot, "Well they wouldn't let you in anyway." Her eyes widened in surprise on noticing the stack of money Lucy had been counting for her day out, "OMG! Is that money? I'll take that, thank you very much." Despite Lucy's protests, Emma successfully managed to snatch her money and stuff it into her purse, teasing her as she did so. Lucy heard the front door shutting a few minutes later indicating Emma’s departure, which prompted her to boldly step into the territory she rarely ventured into- Emma's room. It was as if Lucy had wandered into a world painted in various shades of pink. Emma's room was an explosion of feminine luxury, stocked with branded handbags and shoes, sophisticated perfumes, and chic clothing. "I could never wear any of this," Lucy muttered, spotting her stolen money peeking from the flap of Emma's posh brown Gucci handbag. Securing the bag, Lucy rummaged through it hastily, finally locating her money. Suddenly, she slipped on Emma's pink Louis Vuitton slippers laying on the floor, and inadvertently, she let the handbag sling over her shoulder. Panic clutching her, Lucy dashed out of Emma's room and back to the safety of her own, throwing off the bag, and kicking the slippers off her feet. As she begun to catch her breath, she felt a tingle encompassing her feet and was shocked to see them reshaping and aging to match Emma's, the white nail polish mirroring her fixation for neatness. She screamed in apprehension as her body elongated to match Emma's height, and her outfit transforming into the same cut-off shorts and tank top her sister wore earlier. Her hair lengthened and took the blonde hue Emma was known for. Lucy, still recovering from what just happened, reached for her phone to urgently text her friends. But before she could, her transformation hastened, and her memories began to fade. The more she changed physically, the more Lucy's memories morphed into Emma's until all Lucy's memories vanished leaving her confused about why she was in Lucy’s room and not her own. Baffled, Emma muttered to herself while examining the phone, "Like, why am I holding my sister's phone? I totes can't remember a thing." Her confusion transitioned into acceptance as her former persona began to eclipse Lucy completely. Emma placed the Louis Vuitton slippers back on, picked up the Gucci bag, recovered the stolen money, and prepared herself to leave the house. She took a quick mirror selfie of her outfit, before grabbing her car keys, "This outfit was so worth the purchase. I'm super excited for the club tonight!" Emma thought to herself. With no recollection of her past life as Lucy, she dismissed the vague memory as far-fetched imagination and walked out, fully assimilated into her new life as Emma. Her old life as Lucy was forgotten, left behind, like footprints washed away by the relentless waves of the sea.