Simon Gets Watched by His Aunt Ashton

For Simon, a curious 5-year-old, the world was an endless playground full of adventure. So when his mother and older sister went on a mother-daughter day, leaving him with his aunt Ashton, he found a new kind of challenge in his seemingly uneventful day. Ashton, at 33, was stricter than Simon's mom. She immediately stored all of his toys and electronics in her large purse, a move that Simon was unhappy about. Despite her strictness, the little boy still loved his aunt and knew deep down she meant well. Ashton, needing a few minutes to herself, finally decided to venture upstairs for a shower. Seeing this as an opportunity, Simon hustled into the kitchen where her purse sat atop the counter, a treasure chest of forbidden pleasures just waiting to be opened. It was nearly out of his reach, but Simon managed to climb up and sit on the kitchen counter, his aunt’s purse in his lap. As he eagerly rummaged through Ashton's purse, clumsily rediscovering his toys and handheld console, he accidentally slipped, yanking the purse off the counter and throwing it over his shoulder. Meanwhile, he had stepped in her black, leather thong sandals scattered around the kitchen floor. His heart racing, Simon waddled dramatically into the living room, dropping his aunt's purse and kicking off the oversized sandals. He clutched his precious reclaimed toys and electronics, nearly out of breath from the mini adventure. Suddenly, an unusual and intense pain engulfed his tiny feet. On glancing down, his eyes widened at the bewildering sight - his feet were resembling his aunt’s, complete with her red nail polish. Screams of fear echoed through the house as he darted upstairs to the bathroom, away from the unimaginable phenomenon taking place. As he neared the bathroom door, astonishing changes took a grip of his small body. His arms and legs grew longer and more feminine; his fingers adorned the same red nail polish; his chest churned and squirmed uncomfortably, forming breasts. His facial features matured into a perfect imitation of Ashton, adopting her straight white teeth, short brown hairstyle, and alluring brown eyes. His clothes transformed in sync – into a short black tank top and short shorts, completing his transformation into the mirror image of his aunt. Simon looked on in terrified shock as the outline of his aunt showering in the bathroom faded until the shower was barren. The realization that he was turning into his aunt was a threatening reality, a haunting replacement that send chills down his spine. As he stood in the threshold, his memories stirred, changing from those of innocent child-like adventures to those of Ashton's adult life. "I-I'm… As-Ash.." His voice faltered, mirroring Ashton's pitch perfectly. The finality of it causing his eyes to brim with unshed tears. The once child-like innocence was diminishing, replaced by Ashton's mature memories. He let out a confused whimper as his remaining memories of being Simon slipped away, then he blinked confusedly. Now, he was Ashton. She looked around with a puzzled expression, giving a charming and seductive look to the empty air. Trying to remember what she was supposed to be doing, she gave up and walked downstairs. Noticing her purse and sandals strewn through the living room, she picked them up, slipped the sandals onto her feet and slung her bag over her shoulder. Her stern gaze fell on the toys and electronic devices scattered around the floor. "Hmm, my nephew has been here." Ashton said, her voice void of Simon's playful tone, filled with Ashton's serious sternness. Scooping up all the items and storing them back in her purse, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, admiring her own youthful beauty and applauding her fashion sense. "Aunt Ashton is not happy though. My nephew went through my stuff without my permission. Wait till my little sister finds out how her son behaved," Ashton said smirking at her reflection. As she called out for Simon, her voice echoed through the empty house unfalteringly, finding no trace of the little boy. Unbeknownst to her, the boy she was looking for was no more. He was her. An uncanny replacement, a violation of the natural order of life. She sat down on the couch, looking around the room, utterly puzzled as to where her nephew could have disappeared to.