Six-year-old Tristan wakes up one night to find his older brother's girlfriend Taylor in his bedroom, asleep in her own clothes. Quickly, he tries to alert her to what's going on, but her memories a

The night started out as any ordinary one. Six-year-old Tristan was home alone and being supervised by his older brother's girlfriend, Taylor, who was 19. Taylor was left in charge of looking after him while his brother and their parents were away on vacation. That night Tristan only wore a simple t-shirt and shorts to bed. As Tristan drifted into restless dreams, he was suddenly snapped awake by the sound of strange noises echoing from downstairs. Fearful, he tiptoed downstairs, his curious heart pounding in his chest. His little eyes widened in fear when he saw hooded figures rummaging around the living room, uninvited intruders. He sprinted back upstairs to Taylor's guest room, frantically trying to wake her up. But Taylor, lulled into a deep slumber didn't wake up; she simply rolled over, leaving Tristan to handle the situation on his own. In a whirl of confusion and fear, Tristan circled Taylor’s bed, rummaging through his panicked thoughts to understand what he could do next. Then, in a clumsy move, he stumbled over a pair of Birkenstocks they belonged to Taylor. He hastily stepped out of them repulsed by the girly shoes. After this odd incident, something strange began to occur. Tristan's feet cracked and aged, turning into a mature woman’s feet complete with white nail polish, remarkably the same as Taylor's. Scared now, he tried to wake Taylor again, but as the changes continued to take place at a rapid pace, Taylor began to evaporate into thin air, until the bed was empty. Meanwhile, Tristan transformed fully into Taylor's identical lookalike—body, hair, and even the black crop top and jean short shorts she wore. The transformation was completed with the appearance of the same ring his brother had given Taylor. It was on his finger now. Looking around, Tristan noticed his reflection fading from every photo in the room. It was as if he had never existed. His memories began to alter, maturing and shifting, until he only had memories of Taylor's life. Tristan floated over to Taylor's empty bed and fell asleep, the same tired position of Taylor. A few moments later, the new Taylor jolted to sitting, shocked to wake up to the cover of night. With nary a care in the world, she slid her feet into the Birkenstocks and walked over to mirror. A beaming smile adorned her face as she noticed the ring Taylor loved so much, a symbol of the love between her and Tristan's older brother. Hungry, she decided to head to the kitchen to make a late-night snack. The newfound peace was short-lived as she descended the stairs and heard whispers. The sight of the intruders sent her scrambling back upstairs to the now-empty guest room. In a panicked frenzy, she dialed 911 and texted her boyfriend, explaining the situation. "Babe! Oh my God! People have broke into your house. I called the cops but I'm scared. I really need to hear your voice right now. Call me," she typed out anxiously, hoping he'd respond soon. As she waited, she glanced at the Birkenstocks on her feet, hoping that she wouldn't have to use them as a weapon, oblivious to the fact that just a while ago, she was indeed 6-year-old Tristan.