Scott wonders how he'll get home and back to his own body as he starts crying more not knowing he is in fact permanently stuck in Officer Sophia Sanchez's body and is in fact never gonna be a boy ag

Once upon a time, on a sunny day in the busy hubbub of the city, there was a small boy named Scott. A tiny adventurer in heart despite his tender age of 7, Scott had, after much nagging, finally been given the chance by his young 23-year-old mother to explore their city on his own. But he had to promise that he will be back home before the veil of darkness eclipsed the brightness of the day. A ball of nerves, yet forcing a persona of courage, Scott embarked on his miniature exploration, marvelling at stores shining with glistening toys, tasting the sweetness of the breeze in the nearby park, and letting his curious eyes span over the tapestry that the city spun all around him. Just as he was taking in the rhythm of city life, a sudden sight stopped him in his tracks: a cop car, pulled over to the side of the road. It was just up ahead. Flames of crimson and sapphire were searing through the calm afternoon air from the car’s lights. A woman emerged from the driver's side, Officer Sophia Sanchez. She was a sturdy woman, who clocked in at about 35 years of age. Sophia, born and raised in Las Cruces, New Mexico, had her roots steeped in Hispanic heritage. Having served as a police officer for over 7 years, she was a fairly recent addition to this city. Her uniform, replete with the city insignia, flajected proudly on her chest alongside her badge. Her utility belt was an array of vital tools and weapons, handcuffs, a taser, a flashlight, a gun, pepper spray, and gloves among them. Sophia had a slightly heavier stature that she carried with grace, reflecting her roots in her brown skin. Her hair, a darker shade of brown, was tied up in a tight bun. Two big, round glasses cozily sat on her face, perfectly framing her kind, brown eyes. Contrasting the dominance of her uniform, her nails were painted a vivacious shade of crimson, and she herself was quite busty, which she carried with aplomb. A comforting smile adorned Sophia’s face as she came upon Scott and knelt down, her accented voice washing over him as she said, “Hey baby, are you lost? What are you doing wondering out here all by yourself? You okay?” Scott, puffing out his chest, defiantly said, “No! Um, I’m okay. Mommy said I can as long as I’m home before dark. I want to be a big boy.” With a gentle chuckle, Sophia responded, “Come on baby! I don’t think that’s very safe for someone your age. Wanna ride in the front of my car and feel like a real police officer?” The allure of the cop car was too compelling for young Scott to resist. He jumped at the chance, playing with the flashing lights and hard-hitting sirens, and pretending to steer the cop car. It was all fun until Sophia’s voice broke his daydream, "Sorry babe, but I'm gonna have to call this in. You can't be out here by yourself. I'm gonna have to have a talk with your mommy for allowing you to wander the city alone like this." A silent terror washed over Scott as he watched Sophia reach for her walkie-talkie. He instinctively leapt forward, grasping the walkie-talkie, and a sudden jolt surged through him. He felt the edges of his consciousness blurring, stars dancing in his vision. When he finally opened his eyes, everything seemed strange to Scott. He was sitting in the cop car again, but everything felt... different. His hands were bigger, his vision more blurred without a pair of glasses which he noticed he was now wearing. His frame felt larger, heavier, and alien. Confusion filled him as he heard his own voice say, "I'm sorry, miss. Please don't call my mom!" This was not his own voice. He had not uttered those words. It was then that the gravity of it all fell upon him. Scott was no longer in his body. It couldn’t be; his hands were so... different. He could see the distinctive splash of red on the nails. He looked down, noticing two mounds on his chest - something he had certainly not had before. He felt the uncomfortable weight of the badge against his chest and the cold touch of the various tools lining his belt. Confused and terrified, Scott looked up into the rearview mirror. He could hardly recognise the person staring back at him; for instead of his own reflection, he saw the spectacled face of Officer Sophia Sanchez. "I'm the cop? I'm a girl? What is going on? I want my mommy! I wanna go home! I don't wanna be a girl! I don't wanna be a grownup!" Scott's anguished cries filled the car before he fled from the vehicle, leaving the door ajar. His heart was pounding with the rhythm of chaos. As he walked down the street, his large hands and his bouncy chest were inescapably reminding him of the reality of his predicament. His hope surged when he saw his own body crossing his path, only to be shattered by his own voice from it, "Um, sorry officer. I'm going home! Please don't call mommy on me!" The reality set in. Scott was stuck, permanently stuck in the body of Officer Sophia Sanchez. Not knowing what to do, he started crying out loud, helpless as he couldn't fathom a way to go home or return to his old self. His heart was filled with dread; he was never going to be a boy again, forever trapped in the body of a grown woman...