Scaredy 7 Year Old Jason Learns to Enjoy Life as a Woman

Once upon a time, there was a seven-year-old kid named Jason. One sunny summer day, he was given some money by his mother to go and buy some snacks at Target for the first time by himself. Feeling grown-up, yet a tad bit nervous, he walked through the wide aisles with excitement. He was in the snack section, comparing prices of potato chips, when he spotted a 20-year-old woman on the distance. This woman was very distinctive, not only because of her blonde hair tied in a bun and her stylish Louis Vuitton backpack but also because of the two lithe girls she was with. One was around four years old, and the other was a three-month-old baby she was cradling in her arms. She was evidently stressed, her tank top, short shorts, and thong sandals doing little to relieve her from the persistent summer heat. Her name was Stacia. As a single mom, life hadn't been easy. But when she spotted young Jason in the same aisle as her, an idea sparked in her mind. She walked over to him and introduced herself, asking him for help with picking out the best formula for her newborn. Jason was hesitant but nodded, scared and unsure of what was happening. Unexpectedly, Stacia grabbed Jason’s arm, and things around him started to spin. As everything came back into focus, Jason realized he was no longer the seven-year-old boy. He saw himself wearing Stacia's clothes, her backpack, sandals, and when he turned to look in the mirror, he saw her face staring back at him. Even more surprising was, he was now surrounded by Stacia's little girls who were giggling, believing he was their mom. Jason found himself shaking in surprise and fear, to hear a woman's voice when he tried to speak. Frantically, he removed the unfamiliar clothing, untied the bun, and took the young girls to the front of the store. His eyes darted across the store, and he spotted what he presumed was his own body. It was Stacia, or rather, Stacia in his body. Panicked, he pleaded with Stacia to switch them back. Only to hear her refuse, stating how much she was tired of the struggles of being a single mom. Jason felt his world collapse. As he struggled to accept the reality of being a woman and a mother, he felt the memories of his childhood gradually faded, replaced by Stacia's past. He found himself standing still, wondering what was it he was supposed to be doing. Snapping back to reality, "Why am I barefoot? Where is my backpack and why is my hair down? Oh God! Where are my babies! I'm a terrible mother," the new Stacia lamented as the reality of misplaced items and children hit her. She quickly found her daughters at the entrance and showered them with kisses. Searching around, she found her thong sandals, her backpack, and scrunchie to put her blonde hair back in a bun. "So glad I found you guys. I've been feeling off today. Mommy loves you both," she declared as she hugged her children close. "Your father may have left us stranded but I never will and I'm sorry I did even for a moment," she whispered earnestly to them. She then located the formula she needed for her youngest as mommy instincts kicked in. Nothing about seven-year-old Jason remained as she drove home, feeling the weight of her responsibilities as a single mother and the warmth of her newfound maturity. Yet, she didn't feel burdened; instead, she reveled in the reality of her existence, her children her strength, and her story forever entwined with a boy named Jason, lost in a distant memory.