Phil's aunt Cynthia had been borrowing Phil's phone for hours when she finally asked him for it. Phil knew the conversation would take forever and he didn't want to keep his aunt waiting. After an

Once upon a time, in the small, rustic town of Brighton, resided a lively 20-year-old named Skye. She was in the middle of her boyfriend, Phil's house, excitedly prepping for a long-awaited night out when his 50-year-old aunt, Cynthia, unexpectedly walked in. "Can I borrow your phone, hun?" Cynthia asked Phil, a look of sincerity etched across her face. "I want to call your mom. I left my phone at home." Knowing Cynthia was prone to long-winded conversations, Phil reluctantly handed over his phone, his mind teeming with a sense of looming delay. Time ticked by, an hour losing itself into the eternity of anticipation. Skye, growing ever impatient, decided to tread into the territory she’d rather avoid - Cynthia's makeshift room. She found Cynthia’s purse abandoned amongst a sea of clothes and knick-knacks, and after a quick inspection, found her boyfriend's phone nestled in a hidden pocket. In a hurry, Skye grabbed the phone, accidentally throwing the purse across her shoulder and stepping into the perfect pair of Cynthia’s low wedges that lay scattered on the floor. In a sudden rush of realization, she hastily kicked off the shoes and slung the purse off her shoulder, her heart pounding in her chest. However, as she did so, a strange sensation began to dethrone her senses. Her feet seemed to shrink and age, taking on the appearance of Cynthia’s. Simultaneously, she found herself shortening, and her trendy outfit magically morphed into one of Cynthia's aging dresses. A necklace, which Cynthia held close to her heart as a gift from her fiance, appeared around her neck. Skye attempted to cling to her identity, her memories of being Skye, but they slipped like sand through her fingers. In a blink of an eye, her recollection of Phil as her boyfriend faded, replaced with a familial connection. "Phil is so attract…wait a minute," she paused abruptly as her new memories solidified, "Phil is my nephew!" She chastised herself, feeling a strange mix of discomfort and confusion. The room she was in now seemed foreign and she wondered why she was even there. Spying her wedges, she cleverly slipped them back on and sauntered over to the purse that lay sprawled on the floor. Her eyes caught the sight of the phone, discarded distastefully on the ground. The sudden anger towards Phil stemmed from his lack of courtesy and not letting her finish her call. Cynthia, now the inhabitant of Skye's body, decided to punish Phil by sending Skye home. However, a niggling sense of confusion tugged at her - where was Skye? Little did she know, Skye was now inside her, locked in a realm where reality wavered on the edge of bizarre.