Sibling Switch: Ben's Unexpected Transformation into Madison

Six-year-old Ben, his blonde hair tumbling over his expressive blue eyes, sat alone in his room playing with his favorite stuffed dog, his dimpled fingers holding onto it with an innocent air. His attire for the day was ordinary, but to him, it was his suit of armor: jeans, a t-shirt, and his favorite light up shoes. Suddenly, his solitude was broken by the entrance of Madison, his sixteen-year-old sister. Her inventory of style bore a matte black crop top, tiny short shorts, elegant thong sandals, and exquisitely done French pedicure that gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. Her brown hair fell down her back, her lucid brown eyes flashing as she walked into the room. "Ben, give me that!" She exclaimed, yanking the stuffed dog out of his hand with a swift, unceremonious move. Tears welled up in Ben's blue eyes as he pleaded in a voice that barely surpassed a whisper. "But Maddie? He keeps the monsters away!" Madison scoffed. "You're a boy. You're not supposed to have stuffed animals. This is going in my room. I'm the older sibling anyway." Ignoring Ben's tears, she coolly walked away, leaving Ben in his desolation. Resolved to retrieve his canine protector, Ben stealthily tiptoed into Madison's room, forcing himself to ignore the girly fragrances and decorations. Soon, he spotted his stuffed dog, unharmed and sitting peacefully among Madison’s things. Just as he reached out a trembling tiny hand to retrieve it, the door opened revealing a disgruntled Madison. "Ben! Get out of my room now! And hand that stuffed animal over on your way out." Panic surged through Ben, stuttering with fright, he held his confidant tighter. "But sissy please!___" He stopped as his voice, rather than being its typical childish tone, mirrored his sister's. His surprise grew when downcast eyes took note of long, feminine hands where there should have been his small ones. And then, long brown hair obscured his vision. Confusion twisted into fear when he noted the black crop top covering his chest, the short shorts fitting snugly around his now slender legs, and the thong sandals that adorned his foot. His heart hammering wildly, he turned to face the full-length mirror nearby, pointing at his reflection. The familiar face of Madison, her brunette hair cascading over her shoulders, stared back. He gingerly reached up to his chest as he felt something different. Mounds that were definitely not his reflected in the mirror. Eyes wide, he glanced down at the French pedicure, but before he could remove the sandals, a loud crash from downstairs caused him to stagger backward, stubbing Madison’s (his?) toe. Fear washing away his previous confusion, he quickly barricaded the door with Madison's makeup desk and dove beneath the bed, taking with him the stuffed dog. He squeezed shut his tear-filled eyes, gripping the stuffed dog closer. His voice, eerily resembling Madison's but filled with fear, managed to break the silence. "Sissy? I'm so scared! Where's mommy? Monsters downstairs! I'm not supposed to be Maddie." Beneath the bed, in his sister's room, he cried, not only for the masked robbers but for the confusion that dominated his world.