Max from Fuller House being babysat by Rebecca Katsopolis.

Max Fuller, a bright and energetic young boy, spent the evening at his Aunt Rebecca's home. Rebecca Katsopolis, always cheerful and loving, had eagerly offered to babysit Max while DJ, Max’s mom, took care of some errands. Throughout the evening, Max shared stories about school, his dog Cosmo, and his brothers. Rebecca listened intently, chuckling at his animated storytelling. At one point during the night, Rebecca, filled with nostalgia, jokingly said, "I wish you could see the world through my eyes. Live life as a woman. I even wish you could transport back to when I was younger." Max laughed, understanding it was all in fun. Soon after, bedtime arrived. Rebecca tucked Max into the guest bed, and each retreated to their own rooms. The next morning, Max felt disoriented. Instead of a cozy bed, he had slept in an elegant chair. As he stood up, he nearly toppled over, confused by the unfamiliar weight of high heels on his feet. Looking down, he saw he was wearing a woman’s dress. Panic surged through him. How did this happen? Stumbling towards a nearby mirror, Max was horrified to see Rebecca’s younger reflection staring back at him. The reflection's face mirrored his shock. A small, unmistakably female scream escaped his lips. Max was Rebecca, but somehow looked markedly younger. In an instant, Alex, one of Rebecca's twin sons, toddled over holding Rebecca’s purse. Max instinctively said, "No, that's not my purse. Please put it back where you found it," in Rebecca's voice. As Alex persisted, Max stumbled again, the purse landing on his arm. Struggling with balance, Max's mind began to shift. Memories blurred. His identity as Max began to fade, replaced by Rebecca’s experiences and thoughts. Standing up, the new Rebecca effortlessly balanced in her heels, a natural grace taking over. "Alex, you grabbed my purse for me? Thank you, baby. But you know you're supposed to be in bed. It's just you, me, and your brother in the house right now," Rebecca said, her maternal instincts in full force. She led Alex back to his bedroom, gently tucking him in before quietly closing the door. As she walked back, she glanced at her reflection again. "Why was I having trouble walking around in my high heels moments ago? But why am I even dressed like this right now? I should get some sleep before the boys wake up," she mused, her confusion fleeting. Feeling the day’s toll, Rebecca, dressed impeccably in her skirt and heels, made her way up the stairs and slipped into bed. By morning, the transformation was complete. The house awoke to the familiar routines of Rebecca Katsopolis, a beacon of warmth and joy in her family’s life. Max Fuller was a distant memory, a whisper lost to time. The new reality embraced Rebecca, fully integrated, seamlessly blending into their world. Max Fuller ceased to exist, leaving behind a world that never noticed his absence.

Once upon a time in San Francisco, Max Fuller's bubbly life would take an unexpected twist. His Auntie Rebecca Katsopolis had gladly agreed to babysit him while his mother, DJ, attended an important event. It was a pleasant evening filled with hearty conversations, delicious food, and lots of laughter. Rebecca was teasing Max about her field of view of the world as a woman, even wishing he could travel back to her younger days. Max rolled his laughter off, thinking of it only as a friendly joke. They both retired to sleep, Max still chuckling to himself. As the morning sun painted the sky golden, Max woke up with a start. The comfort of his bed was replaced with the hard feel of a chair. Disoriented, he tried to stand, only to almost fall, his balance thrown off by something peculiar. He looked down with a gasp, observing a woman's dress that graced his body and high heels that adorned his feet. His heart pounded as he stuttered towards a mirror. The reflection looking back was not his but Rebecca's, her expression as startled as his, albeit noticeably younger. His voice rose into a high-pitched scream, staggeringly feminine. Before he could register this shocking revelation, Alex, recognizing 'Rebecca', toddled over to him, holding out her discarded purse. Max, still in character, advised Alex gently, "No, that's not my purse. Please put it back where you found it," the words echoing in Rebecca's voice. Unfazed, Alex made Max trip again and slung the purse over 'Rebecca's' shoulder. As Max touched the purse, memories began to blur and reshape until Max was no more, replaced entirely by a youthful Rebecca. Rebecca, with newfound grace in her movements, picked herself up, made her way to the mirror, and thanked her son for the purse. After guiding him back to bed, she left the room, her mind wrapped in bafflement. Why had she struggled to navigate in her own shoes? And why was she adorned in such an outfit at this hour? Shaking her head, she decided to sleep, too exhausted to ponder. Surrendering herself to the comfort of her bed, Rebecca fell asleep, leaving no trace of Max. The transformation was so perfect and irrevocable that when morning light awakened the house, everything was as it should be, with no one ever recalling a boy named Max Fuller. His existence was as though it was a whimsical dream, faded into the forgotten past.