Please have Izzy wake up from her dream realizing she just had a dream and that she's still 9 year old Izzy. Write a title that is less than 200 characters long for an article answering this questio

Ten-year-old, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Izzy was thrilled to be going to her twelve-year-old friend Edgar's house for the first time. She had donned her favorite outfit: overalls, a headband, and cute pink shoes. Upon arriving at Edger's home, she was greeted by Edgar's mother, Juana, a middle-aged woman with striking brown eyes and black hair styled in a neat bun. Juana was known for her elaborate style. She often wore traditional Mexican silk dresses in vibrant shades of red and orange, paired with matching red flip flops and a stunning wrist bracelet. On her finger was a noticeable wedding ring, the sign of her marital status. However, much to Izzy's dismay, Juana wasn't a fan of her. She disapproved of Edgar's association with Izzy, passionately feeling that Edgar should befriend a Spanish girl. Juana was known to be quite traditional and would often say, "Mi casa! Mis normas! Ay Edgar! No puedo soportar a estas mujeres blancas que sigues trayendo a casa!" which translated to "My house! My rules! Ay Edgar! I hate these white women you keep bringing home." In an unexpected turn of events, Juana's disapproval drove her to swipe Izzy's phone and house keys – a rather drastic measure aimed at discouraging Izzy from visiting again. However, determined Izzy wasn't going to let Juana's prejudices deter her. She decided to retrieve her belongings, her focus so intent on her mission that she stealthily made her way into Juana's room – a place she found quite intimidating with its display of traditional Mexican dresses and a collection of high-heeled shoes. "I wish she wasn't so mean. I really care about Edgar," Izzy muttered to herself as she climbed the shelves of Juana's closet carefully grabbing her phone and house keys. Suddenly, she slipped and her belongings clattered loudly to the floor, and her feet landed in Juana's red flip-flops. Bizarrely, she found herself unable to remove the flip flops, and her clothes, much to her horror, began to evaporate. To her astonishment, her feet started changing to match Juana's, bearing the same brown skin tone and polished red nails. "What? Why? I just wanna be with Edgar! I love him! I don't wanna be his mom! I didn't do anything wrong! She hates me and stole my things! Why am I being punished?" Izzy shrieked in horror as her transformation continued. As she hastily touched her arms and legs, she noticed they had matured to resemble Juana's, her hair had somehow turned black and styled itself into a bun, and her blue eyes had become brown. Worse still, her soft youthful voice had deepened to match Juana's tone and accent. Her body now fit into a red silk dress identical to Juana's, the same bracelet graced her wrist, and the wedding ring Juana owned was now on her finger. A trip to the mirror confirmed her biggest fear - she now looked exactly like Edgar's mom. "Bu-what? No! I look like his momma! I don't wan'na be his mom! Not fair! I love Edgar! I don't wanna be a mom to him!" Izzy rapidly stammered, covering her mouth after hearing the foreign sound of her accent. In an even stranger turn of events, Izzy started receiving flashes of memories that were not hers - those of Edgar's childhood and of her now seemingly being his mother, Juana. Izzy desperately hoped to at least remember who she truly was during this bewildering transformation but no luck. Her memories solely consisted of being Juana until she only remembered being the spiteful Juana. The newly transformed Juana looked around her room aimlessly, then glanced down at the silky dress she was wearing. "Hey Juana! You're one sexy woman. Can't believe I'm 52. I love this dress. So comfortable. I love my husband and my son Edgar. I love being Mexican," This time, Juana said in an assertive tone in Spanish. She spotted her phone and the house keys on the bedroom floor and promptly picked them up, shoving them back into the closet. Then, she intrigue at a traditional necklace, deciding to add it to her attire along with another bracelet from her jewelry box. After putting on some makeup, she left the bedroom gracefully and moved towards the living room. Down on her couch, she poured her gaze onto her wedding ring and smiled, admiring how good her nails looked. Without wasting another moment, she swapped on a Spanish soap opera, fully embracing the perspective of Edgar's mother. Then, her gaze landed on her son, Edgar, bringing another white girl into the house. "Ay Edgar! Tienes que traer una chica mexicana a casa! No voy a seguir hablándote de esto! Me estás decepcionando! La chica blanca ni siquiera habla español. Somos una familia mexicana, debemos seguir siéndolo. ¡¿Entiendes? No me hagas contárselo a tu padre!" Juana raised her voice at Edgar, now fully encompassing the persona she'd so suddenly acquired, completely forgetting her previous life as Izzy. By then, she was sitting comfortably on her couch, fully engrossed in the soap opera, her previous life as ten-year-old Izzy now a distant forgotten memory, and the hope to be a more understanding Juana had evaporated just like Izzy's pink shoes and overalls had.