Seven Year Old Cabel Walks Through His City Alone For The First Time

Once upon a time in a thriving city, lived a curious and brave seven-year-old boy named Cabel. One sunny afternoon, his mom gave him permission to walk the local trail, known for its safety and frequented by many community members. Excitedly, Cabel set off, eager to explore on his own for the first time. As he strolled through the trail, an unexpected sight caught his eye. A large, vibrant gift bag seemingly abandoned and out of place. Intrigued, he approached and peeked inside, pulling out an assortment of feminine items - a pair of leather wedges, women's underwear, a tank top, a bra, and more. A little further off the trail, he noticed a small purse. Although puzzling, Cabel decided to press on, a newfound nervousness accompanying his steps. Not too far along, he encountered a woman. She was middle-aged with matted blonde hair, her clothes showing signs of prolonged wear. Her name was Breanna, but everyone called her Breezy. She was homeless and did her best to survive day to day, but finding a place to maintain her hygiene was a challenge. She held her jaw, wincing from the pain of a tooth infection. Despite this, she managed a weak smile as she walked over to Cabel. Desperate for any form of comfort, she simply asked for a hug. Cabel, still innocent and sympathetic, agreed and hugged the woman. Suddenly, an intense dizzying sensation overwhelmed him. His perspective distorted and when he finally regained his senses, he found himself staring at the world from a much greater height. His jaw throbbed with pain. A glance down revealed a pink shirt, women's shorts, and bare feet. He reached up to touch his hair, now unrecognizable, blonde, and matted. His voice, when he spoke, was not the young, boyish one he associate with himself, but a mature feminine tone - Breanna's. In a panic, he raced through the trail until he spotted a small, familiar figure. It was his own body, occupied by the real Breanna. Desperate, the new Breanna pointed to her agonizing jaw and pleaded with the real Breanna to switch back. But she only shook her head, telling the transformed boy to enjoy life as a 40-year-old homeless woman. Fear gripped him as he realized he was now older than his own mother. Gradually, his memories began to change and mature until it was only Breanna's he remembered. He blinked in confusion, staring at the child before him. Feeling an overwhelming sense of remorse, she apologized to the young boy for scaring him off and then, turned to find her belongings. Spotted her gift bag nearby, she ambled over and slipped on her wedges, changed into the tank top and short shorts, fastened the bra, and then threw the purse over her shoulder. Struggling and failing to smooth out her matted hair with water from a nearby stream, she muttered stressfully, "Ow my freaking tooth dude! No dentist will pull my infected tooth. I'm a big bad scary 40-year-old woman. I hate being homeless and I hate being in pain." Left with no alternative, she began the long walk to the nearest dentist, pondering how she could possibly ask for help knowing they might reject her. The innocence and carefree spirit of seven-year-old Cabel was now a distant, faded memory, overtaken by the harsh reality of being a homeless, 40-year-old woman named Breanna.