Six year old Evin gets grounded for the first time by his 30 year old mom Tanya. She had decided he was getting old enough to be responsible for his misbehaving and took away his favorite toys as a

Once upon a time, in a modest family home in the suburbs, lived a young boy named Evin who was on the cusp of his sixth birthday. His mother, Tanya, a radiant thirty-year-old woman, had taken the decision that Evin was growing up and it was time he learned about responsibility and consequences for his actions. Early one morning, Tanya, who had been deliberating about this for sometime, decided to implement her plan. Evin's repeated misbehavior, primarily not listening to her instructions, had brought her to this point. After discussing with her husband, she picked up Evin’s favorite toys and stashed them away in her bedroom closet. "Evin," she said, "I have to run some errands. You're free to play anywhere in the house but remember, do not go into my room." With a sly grin, Evin watched her walk out the door. The moment he was sure his mother had gone, he made his way to her room. Reaching her closet, he spotted his toys on the top shelf. Without much thought, the determined lad began his ascent, using the shelves as makeshift steps. As he reached for his toys, his feet slipped into his mother's platform sandals. Suddenly, a strange sensation filled him - a feeling of his feet being firmly encased, yet wobbly. Things took a strange turn when he felt his feet expand into the sandals, replicating the pedicure of Tanya. The change didn't stop there, it rapidly accelerated, reshaping Evin; his height stretched, his hair curled blondely, his eyes turned into a captivating blue and his voice matured to resemble his mother's. His clothes morphed into modest short shorts and a crop top, the clothes his mother would usually wear. Complete with Tanya's wedding ring adorning his now womanly hands, he surveyed his new form in disbelief. Evin had not only invaded Tanya's closet - he had become an identical copy of her. He felt a pang of panic as he caught the sight of Tanya’s purse, materializing back in her closet, as though seamlessly replacing his mother's presence with his own. But then, something even more bizarre happened. His younger memories started to blur, replaced by mature recollections of being Tanya. It was like he was downloading Tanya’s life experiences, replacing his own. When the wave of confusion finally subsided, the new Tanya found herself standing in her platform sandals, looking down at herself. "I am one attractive 30-year-old woman," she mused, "but my husband's even more attractive." A warm blush covered her skin at the thoughts of her dashing husband waiting at home for her. Her musings were interrupted by a sight of the toys scattered on the floor. As instinct took over, she picked them up, placing them back on the top shelf of the closet. She grabbed her purse, throwing it over her shoulder and, with the gracefulness of a true lady, exited the room. As she hopped into her car, she made a mental note – grounding Evin was probably the best decision. The young boy needed to learn some serious lessons about following rules. Ironically, she had no memory of being the very child she was grounding.