My Son Became Mommy

Once upon a time in a suburban neighborhood, lived eight-year-old Theo, with his 32-year-old mom, Annabelle, who had luscious black hair that stopped at her neck, enchanting brown eyes, her ears adorned with earrings, and a necklace graced her slender neck. The shine from her wedding ring was often eclipsed by her immaculately painted blue nails. Living with them, in a contrasting world within the same house, was Annabelle's 32-year-old abusive husband, Richard. Richard wasn't the loving father figure one would expect, turning home into a battleground with his harsh words and cruel demeanor, which was most often directed at sweet Annabelle. The young boy Theo, though disturbed by his father's actions, too minuscule to stop it, existed with a heavy heart, often wondering when the embers of hope would ignite in his world of gloom. One sunny afternoon, as Annabelle was preparing to leave the house with Richard, she turned to Theo, "Bye honey, there's pizza money on the stove," she said, her voice rich with the pain of leaving her son alone. Richard, already halfway out the door, spat out, "I said you better hurry up, you bitch!" The echo of his words painfully lingered in the air even after the door had shut behind them. Theo, now alone in the house, allowed his curiosity to take the reins. Venturing into the forbidden territory, his parent's room, he roamed around, his eyes widening at the sight of the closed drawers and untouched compartments. Amid his exploration, he failed to notice his mother's wedding sandals neatly placed under the bed, and clumsily, his little feet slipped into them. He tried to pull them off quickly, but a sudden jolt of tingling sensation stopped him. The tingling gradually moved upward, transforming his small feet into the larger and more elegant ones of his mother, his short nails morphed long and were now coated with the same blue polish his mother wore. Fear gripped him and he shrieked, "No! I don't wanna become mommy! Daddy is a meanie!" Before he could even comprehend what was happening, his clothes seemed to evaporate, and his tiny physique reshaped into the silhouette of his mother, completed by the shocking addition of her breasts. He looked down in horror as a soft blue dress enfolded his body, followed shortly by the materialization of his mother's earrings, necklace, and wedding ring. "Oh no! I'm mommy? I even sound like mommy! These shoes are so weird! Get them off!" Theo exclaimed. Optimistically, he pulled off his mother's shoes in the hope that everything would revert back to normal. But reality crushed his hope as he remained as he was - a mirror image of his mother, forever etched in his young body. "Annabelle! How long does a bathroom break take? Are you cheating on me, you bitch?" Richard's yell cut through the house, sending chills down Theo's spine as he reached down for his mother's purse that had quietly landed next to him. The reality of the situation hit him then - he was his mother's replacement. The weight of this revelation brought him down to his knees, and fear squeezed his heart. "Daddy's such a meanie. I'm so scared! I don't wanna go!" He cried out weakly. Overwhelmed, he crawled under his parent's bed, as he often did when he was scared. But hiding was different this time. The uncomfortable mounds on his chest felt strange and upturned his usual stance. He closed his stinging eyes, wishing fervently to escape from the situation. But his wishes met deaf ears as the cruel destiny had cursed him with the lifelong task of being his mother, Annabelle.