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In the year 2021, there lived a diminutive 6-year-old child named Samuel. He was born on a frosty day on December 12, 2015, in the golden state, California. Sporting a weight of 45 pounds, he stood 3.6 feet tall which was average for his age. His hair, a luscious brown, wavy and mid-length, danced in the wind while his inquisitive hazel eyes sparkled with life. His young mother, Elena, a radiant woman of 24, had her birthday on the 22nd of February, born in the year 1997. She was of an average height, 5.4 feet, and she weighed about 125 pounds. Her hair was an enchanting blonde color, usually tied into a mid-rise ponytail, while her azure eyes captivated everyone around. Samuel's father, a tall and strapping man named Dominic, was no longer in their lives, but his traits carried on in Samuel. Born on the 8th of March, 1996, Dominic used to be the Picasso of the family at the age of 25. Dominic had raven black hair with bewitching green eyes and was 6 feet tall with a weight of 180 pounds. Samuel was particularly fond of his young aunt, Amelia, who was just 20, born on a hot summer day, July 4, 2001. Weighing 115 pounds, and standing at 5.2 feet, her fiery red hair and dreamy green eyes were the highlights of her graceful persona. Amelia's husband and Samuel's elusive uncle, Frank, a 23-year-old born on September 15, 1998, was usually caught up doing other stuff. Frank was handsome, standing tall at 6.1 feet and weighed 190 pounds. His chestnut-brown hair was typically cut short and his blue eyes carried traces of hidden tales. Samuel's grandmother, Sarah, a sprightly 61-year-old woman, was his favorite confidante. Born in the blissful era of the 1960s — precisely, the 18th of May, 1960, she weighed about 145 pounds and stood at a height of 5.5 feet. Her ash-grey hair was a testament to her age, which she kept short and neatly curled. Beneath her spectacles, one could witness her calm, intelligent brown eyes. On a sunny day, Samuel, armed with courage and commemorating his newly found independence, was on his first solo endeavor — a walk to the local salon around the corner. As he crossed the threshold of the aesthetic establishment, he was greeted by Sun-hee, a Korean woman who ran the place. Sun-hee was a petite woman of 63, slightly older than Sarah. The years had not dulled her though, she still stood gracefully at a height of 4.8 feet and weighed about 115 pounds. Born on a balmy day on May 9, 1958, her tasteful Korean style pixie cut boasted a bold black color which matched her lively dark brown eyes. She looked resplendent in her stylish blazer and blouse ensemble. Adding to her appeal were her platform sandals and her beautifully painted nails, a proud display of red. A precious collection of delicate jewelry adorned her body in all the right places. These pieces were the clinking testimonies of her elegance and charm. A vow of love was embedded in the form of a wedding ring that triumphantly adorned her finger. As Samuel became comfortable in his chair, Sun-hee stepped out of the room in search of something suitable for the young boy’s haircut. As she vanished into another room, she meticulously said in her broken English, "Waitee here, Sun-hee be rightee backee." Her English, peppered with a Korean accent, was melodious to ears, albeit with a few innocent misspellings due to the language barrier. As he waited, curiosity drove Samuel to explore the space. Amid the exciting adventure, he realized the pressing need of using the washroom and blurted out in his innocent voice, "I gotta potty!" Free of any hesitation, he decided to embark on a journey down a hallway he presumed would lead to the washroom. On his way, his foot bumped into something firm and sturdy — Sun-hee's platform sandals. Intrigued, he slipped his tiny feet into them, but they felt cool and slightly large for his size. Suddenly, Samuel felt a bizarre sensation. His clothes seemed to evaporate into thin air, making him panic and shudder with the surprise discovery that he now stood in Sun-hee’s platform sandals. To his astonishment, the shoes seemed to be imbued with some magical aura. His feet began to transmute, their soft tenderness morphing into an adult's feet. His nails shimmered brightly with the same red polish that Sun-hee had on her toes. The transformation didn't halt there; it started creeping up his legs. "Oh, I’m gonna miss Mommy and Grandma! I didn’t do anything wrong; I just had to potty!" Samuel cried out in distress. In his heart, he felt an inexplicable surge of maturity, a sensation that made him feel as though he had transcended the constraints of time, becoming much older than his mother, grandmother, and even his absent father. An irresistible urge took over him, compelling him to burst into a song that his mother had taught him. The tune was a comforting lullaby, a soothing mantra that Elena would hum to drive away the imaginary monsters lurking in Samuel's closet. However, as progessed through the song, the lyrics started to alter, his little boy’s song morphing into the melody of a traditional Korean folk song. His dulcet English tones started transforming as if by some enigma, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, 나의 별이여, 달콤하게 빛나는, 너의 빛이 얼마나 반짝이니.."(My star, shining sweetly, oh how your light twinkles...) Simultaneously, his exterior too, began undergoing a massive transformation. Samuel's body matured rapidly, molding itself into the physique of a grown woman. Scared yet unable to halt the change, he found himself donning an outfit identical to Sun-hee’s. The transformation didn’t stop at just adopting the shape and the clothing, but the flood of new memories replaced the old ones, drawing clouds over his childlike innocence. As his body continued its metamorphosis, his voice began to echo with the depth of a woman, an unsteady Korean accent replacing his now-fading Californian twang. By the end of the song, he was fully established as the effigy of Sun-hee. However, he looked comparatively plain without Sun-hee’s beautiful embellishments. Unfazed by the absence of her precious collection, the boy assumed a more feminine demeanor and carried on, engulfing completely in Sun-hee’s identity. In the repository of his new memory was a series of understandings of his current state — of why he was barefoot, with the lack of Sun-hee's jewelry and her wedding ring. Realizing the sheer reality of the situation made him nervous. Somehow, the little boy he was waiting for had disappeared, leaving his shoes and socks behind. It baffled the boy-turned-adult, but he resolved to continue in her role. Feeling a bit incomplete, he spotted her collection of jewelry on a table nearby and strutted over in a womanly manner. He wore the earrings then gracefully slid the delicate chains around his neck. He meticulously put on the bracelets, bangles, and eventually the wedding ring that symbolized Sun-hee’s marital status. Lastly, he slipped into the platform sandals that initiated the vigorous transformation. Taking a moment to admire herself, she adjusted her blouse and blazer before setting her pixie haircut. Feeling satisfied, she beamed, looking forward to the rest of the day. Next was the task of adjusting her platform sandals. Bending slightly, she held onto the chair for support as she pushed her feet further inside until they felt snuggly tucked in. The straps were tightened around her ankles, ensuring a secure fit. With every feminine sway, she couldn’t help but marvel at the transformation her body had gone through. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, she strutted around the salon, letting her new feminine shoes thump against the floor letting out harmonious echoes. She hummed a traditional Korean song in an attempt to calm her frenzied mind. She wondered worriedly about the little boy who had suddenly vanished. In her halted, broken English, she muttered aloud, "Where did leetle one go? Me never leeve room but leetle one gone like magic!" She felt a pang of sorrow when she tried to express her height inadequacies as she struggled to put a name to the platform sandals she wore so proudly. "Me shortee, sandal not help much," she said candidly, unaware of the convoluted transformation that had transpired. With a newfound zeal, she tidied up her salon, humming her favorite Korean tunes that now seemed to resonate from deep within her memories. All the while sideway glances at her beautiful platform sandals, a symbol of her grace and poise. She decided to give her new shoes another quick once-over before slithering her feet back in and continuing her cleaning spree with zealous fervor.