She then realized that her headscarf and dress were on backwards.

Once upon a time, in a sleepy little town, a shy 5-year-old boy named Kenny stepped into the exciting world of Kindergarten for the first time. His teacher, Mrs. McDonald, a loving 40-year-old with an eccentric sense of fashion, made it more interesting. She loved wearing a different long dress each day and flip flops to match, adorning her hair with an array of eye-catching headscarves. One day, the whole class was settling down for their afternoon nap. Mrs. McDonald instructed the students to remove their shoes and sleep at their desks. With a sigh, she did the same, slipping off her silver glittery flip flops, her favorite pair. All students complied meekly, falling into a deep slumber quickly. All, except Kenny. Being the ever-curious child, he decided to sneak over and get his shoes back. In his quest to reclaim his shoes, he accidentally stepped into Mrs. McDonald's glittery flip flops. Kenny giggled silently as his foot easily slid into the oversized shoes. But his amusement quickly turned to panic. As he attempted to kick off the flip flops, one stuck stubbornly to his foot. Kenny watched in horror as his feet began to grow in size and age right before his eyes. His body followed suit, heightening until he was as tall as Mrs. McDonald. Impossibly, her same dress formed around his growing body and a familiar headscarf appeared on his head. Meanwhile, the sleeping Mrs. McDonald began to fade away, her form becoming more faint and spectral. The scope of the situation hit Kenny hard, completely flipping his world. He was not just looking like his teacher, he was becoming his teacher. His memories, his childhood, everything turned into her stories, her experiences until he was no longer Kenny; he was Mrs. McDonald. Suddenly awake, now-real Mrs. McDonald looked around perplexed, wondering why she had been disrupted from her sleep. Noticing only one flip flop on her feet, she realized something was amiss. Strolling over to the rogue sandal, she slid her foot in and stood up. Even though she was back in her own body, something felt off. She glanced around the sleepy classroom, the students snoring peacefully, and Kenny's abandoned shoes in the corner. Shrugging off the strange feeling, she couldn't shake off the unease. Unknown to her was the bewildering but temporary transformation that had just occurred in the silent room of slumbering little souls. The story of the day when Kenny and Mrs. McDonald's lives intertwined in the peculiar way would forever remain a secret shared only between the sleepy kindergarten room and the sequined flip flops.