"Put on my sandals and my sunglasses. Hand me your shoes and then we can go to your friend's birthday party"

Once upon a time, in a quiet suburb, was a shy 9-year-old boy named Darren. Among all his classmates, he had a soft spot for a particular girl named Lily. One day Darren received an invitation to his first birthday party, to his surprise, it was from Lily. His cheeks flushed, and his little heart thumped with joy. Alone in his room, he practiced what he would tell his mom, Rachel, who had a reputation for being a bit of a Karen. Finally, he gathered enough courage, and he approached his 40-year-old mom and asked, "Can you drive me to Lily's birthday party?" Busy sifting through clothes not quite to her satisfaction, she replied," I actually got to return some stuff. The dresses didn't look good on me and some shoes hurt my feet. You'll have to stay home today" Darren's heart sank, but he accepted his fate. Just as he was about to leave, Rachael smiled slyly and said, "I will drive you to the party on one condition." Darren asked curiously, "What?" Rachel took off her Birkenstocks and her sunglasses, saying, "Put on my sandals and my sunglasses. Hand me your shoes, and then, we can go." With a feeling of uncertainty, Darren obeyed. Opting for sandals that were too big for his feet and wearing sunglasses that swallowed half his face, he confessed, "Um mom? I don't wanna wear your sandals or your sunglasses. Can I just go to the birthday party?" Yet, in the blink of an eye, it was like magic. Rachel suddenly shared the same facial appearance as Darren and said, "Wow! It worked!" Darren noticed, with horror, that his feet were morphing into Rachel's, even down to the black nail polish. "Eww. My feet look girly," he exclaimed. Then, the transformation continued. His hair transitioned into a short blonde style; his eyes turned blue; his attire turned into a black blouse and red sweatpants. Shocked, he examined his fingers; yes, the same black nail polish as his mom's. His voice trembled in his mother's tone, "Mom? What did you do?" Rachael smirked, "Forget about the birthday party. You're Rachael now." Darren pleaded for a swap back, but Rachael was stone cold, "Absolutely not. The shoe swap was a trick. You can be the mom from now on. Here, I'll even start wiping your mind." With that, she placed the sunglasses on Darren's transformed eyes. Darren felt his personality change, maturing, becoming arrogant. Rachael handed him the purse she used in her public outbursts and hung it on his changed shoulders. Darren felt his memories shifting, his identity replacing. He, or rather, the new Rachael grinned, and said, "Thank you for grabbing my purse. The young woman at the clothing store messed with the wrong lady," then started strutting around the house. Before leaving, she stopped by the mirror, admired her reflection, and laughed, "Wow. Aren’t I the cutest middle-aged woman ever?" Rachael, in her young son's body, chuckled, satisfied. Privy to a secret magic spell, she had chosen to renew her youth, subjecting her son to live her middle-aged life. Darren, or Rachael as he now identified himself, obliviously strutted out of the door, silhouetting a chilling reality that unfolded through a magical spell.