Please have Viktor say the quote "Mommy! Where are you?" in a sad and disappointed voice.

Once upon a time, 5 year old Viktor plucked up the courage to ask out the girl of his dreams in his kindergarten class. With an excited yes, the seed of young love was planted firmly in young Viktor's heart. He ran home, full of joy, to share his happiness with his 30 year old mom, Gayle. Gayle was currently preparing for her evening out. She stood in front of her full-length mirror, slipping into a short, sleek black dress that accentuated her curves. Long silver earrings swung back and forth as she moved, her necklace hanging gracefully around her neck, and black leather platform sandals adding illusion of height to her statuesque figure. Her nails were painted a matching noir, as sleek and shiny as the night, and her long black hair cascaded down her back in soft, wavy strands. Her alluring brown eyes reflected young Viktor's excitement as he burst into her room. "Wow honey! So proud of you. Aren't you lucky to not be a grown-up," she mused, her gaze falling to her reflection in the mirror, studying her own adult body. Her figure was exquisitely sculpted, a homage to the passage of time and motherhood. "Mommy! So happy. I got a pretty girl!" Viktor chirped, oblivious to his mom's contemplative silence. His smile broke the quiet contemplation and Gayle looked down; a melancholic breeze brushed past her heart as she recalled the sweetness of youth and her own innocent romances. She removed her platform sandals and paced around the room, the reality of her aging years pressing down upon her. Her little Viktor, on the other hand, broke into a toothy smile unfazed by such mature thoughts and wished he could be a grown-up just like his mom. "Viktor sweetie, dinner's ready when you come down okay? Love you," called out Gayle from the kitchen, smiling as she heard the scuffling footsteps of her son. "Coming mommy. Wait, why is she not saying anything back to me?" Viktor wondered, rushing down the stairs to meet his mom. He saw her back towards him, still dressed elegantly for a night out. Impulsively, Viktor had a mischievous idea to startle his mom. He decided to run towards her with full force, knocking her over. Just as he was about to hit her, he suddenly felt a jolt and tumbled onto the floor, everything turning blurry before his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he noticed he was standing taller. Viktor looked down in astonishment to see a short black dress, dangling earrings, and a necklace on his body, replacing his kindergarten clothing. As he staggered towards the mirror, his tiny heart pounded in fear; his reflection wasn't of his own but his mom's! "Um mommy, I'm scared. Why are you talking over me?" the transformed Viktor stammered, an unintentionally seductive tone creeping into his voice. He paced around the house waiting for his mom, suddenly coming across her room. He saw her platform sandals and couldn't resist trying them on. As soon as he slid his feet into the platforms, his mind felt an extraordinary shift. Suddenly, he was flooded with memories of a life as Gayle, his mother. His identity as Viktor seemed to vanish and he took on the persona of Gayle. Enjoying her reflection in the mirror, the new Gayle admired her dress and carefully scrutinized her accessories. She couldn't stop herself from dancing and smiling. "Why am I just standing in my bedroom? Oh well, must be drunk. Classic Gayle move. That's what happens when you're 30 I guess. These sandals are so comfortable. So glad I bought these. I love being a woman and my nails look so fabulous," she admired herself, completely oblivious to the existence of Viktor. Walking toward the door, Gayle picked up her purse and gracefully climbed down the stair. She frowned, remembering her son and his youthful love life. It sparked a flicker of hope for herself, but also a longing for the days of innocent love. She sighed and steeled herself for another night in the club. "Viktor! I'm leaving!" she called, unaware that she was indeed, Viktor, heading out into the night embracing her new existence as a 30-year-old woman.