Patrick tried to stop her but it was too late. The Shrinking Shoes

In the small town where 23-year-old Patrick lived, life was usually pretty normal, but this day was exceptional. His day began at his girlfriend's house. Zoey was his whole world, she was beautiful, passionate, and full of energy, the complete contrast of her 34-year-old sister Danielle who was visiting for a few weeks. Danielle was a tall, slender woman with a strong assertive personality often abusing her status as the 'responsible adult'. On this particular day, her assertiveness took an unusual twist. She walked into Zoey's room where Patrick was, took her sister's clothes and some of her money saying "I'll be taking that. I'm the responsible adult". Patrick wasn't one to back down easily, especially not in defense of Zoey. As soon as Danielle left the room, he made his way in. He rummaged through her belongings, keen to retrieve what was taken. Amid his search, his clumsiness got the better of him. He stumbled upon Danielle's purse and high heels accidentally flinging the purse over his shoulder and slipping into the shoes. As he hurried out, clumsily removing the shoes and purse, he felt a strange shiver run up his legs. To his horror, his feet started shriveling, losing their masculinity, taking the form and age of Danielle's. He let out a scream, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears within the thick-walled house. Then, another odd happening. His outfit changed from his usual jeans and t-shirt to a pair of short shorts and a tank top, his hair turning into a perfect replica of Danielle's blonde locks. His mind was racing, trying to comprehend the ever-changing reality. "But the money is for...," he started, noticing his thoughts diverting. "--the money can be for that new purse I've been eyeing” were the words that finally escaped his lips, in a voice identical to Danielle's. He stood there, confused, but the thought of shopping was oddly comforting. His reflection in the mirror looked back at him – He was Danielle. In her sister's room though, it seemed odd to him, but he shook the thoughts off. Spotting her purse and heels, he quickly stepped into them. A new glow filled his eyes, he felt powerful. Clutching the stash of money, he sashayed his way to the car like a true fashionista. He looked back at Zoey's house once, sighed, and then started the engine, ready to take on the town, ready to buy those shoes he had been eyeing for weeks.