Peachy's story

There was once a young boy named Devin who at the tender age of six was allowed to walk to the local Rite-Aid by his mom for the first time. His mother, a woman of 29, handed him some money for candy and a soda. With excitement, the young lad made his journey to the store, scuttling through the aisles beaming with anticipation. After successfully grabbing his desired items, Devin left the store only to be stopped by a woman named Patricia, or as she was more commonly known, Peachy. Peachy was homeless, yet she always managed to find nice clothes to make herself presentable. Adorned in an orange crop top, short shorts, and a pair of leather wedge sandals, Peachy had a certain grace about her. Her messy bun of golden hair shimmered in the sunlight and a worn purse hung from her shoulder while she held a cigarette in her hand. Approaching Devin, Peachy asked, "Hey kid, do you have any more money on you by chance?" Devin frowned, shaking his little head and making a promise to give her some money next time. Unfazed, Peachy replied, "It's okay. Just be happy you aren't where I'm at right now. Can I get a hug?" Devin, being kind at heart, was more than happy to hug Peachy. As he hugged her, he felt a sudden rush of dizziness. Releasing Peachy, Devin blinked and looked around, why was everything so small? His gaze fell on his own reflection in the store window, he was taller, and he was wearing Peachy’s clothes. He could hardly believe it when he heard his voice answer in Peachy's familiar tone, "Uh oh, I took her body somehow. Better return it." The sudden change in femininity left him feeling awkward, and he quickly divested himself of the clothing that he felt was too girly, leaving it all and Peachy's purse on the side of the road. In a bizarre twist of events, he ran over to his own body and said, "I almost went home with the wrong everything. Sorry miss." But Peachy, now in Devin's body, had a different plan. "Actually, I wanted this to happen. You didn't have any money and I'm sick of being rejected by everyone. Now I don't have to be homeless, you do. I'll wipe your memories so you forget about your past life. Enjoy being a 34 year old woman," she snapped her fingers, sealing the magical switch forever. A fleeting moment of panic washed over Devin, who now found himself in Peachy's body, as he realized he was now older than his mother. But his memories soon reshaped, now he was Peachy, the shy homeless woman with a penchant for finding cute clothes. Feeling disorientated, Peachy suddenly realized her feet were bare and her purse was missing. She frowned, searching around. "Why am I barefoot? Where did I put my wedge sandals and my purse?" she muttered to herself. Relief flooded her body as she saw it all just a few feet away. With glee, she slipped on her sandals and swung her purse over her shoulder, ensuring her cigarettes and bear spray were still inside. Lightening up a cigarette, she coughed and muttered, "Oh God! Why did I cough so bad? I've been smoking for almost 14 years. It was like it was my first time doing it or something. I hate being so confused all the time and homeless. Better find a safe place to avoid all the weirdos who come out at night." Peachy strutted away, already planning where she would sleep as she disappeared around the corner. The real Peachy, now living in Devin's body, watched from afar, glad to be trading her homeless life for a shot at childhood. All while poor Devin, oblivious to his actual identity, spent the rest of his days as the homeless woman named Peachy.