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Title: An Unexpected Awakening Once upon a time, in the heart of Alabama, there lived a vibrant little soul named Emmett. Emmett was just six years old, with blazing red hair that resembled a flame under the sun. His bright, blue eyes twinkled with innocence and a curiosity for the world. His freckles decorated his face like tiny stars against the backdrop of his porcelain skin. At night, he curled up underneath his cobalt blue comforter, wearing his favourite Spiderman pyjamas, his voice a soft whisper as he said night prayers in his child-like lisp. One morning, something extraordinary happened. Emmett woke not in his childhood bed but sprawled on an unfamiliar mattress in a room he did not recognize. He traced his fingers across his face and blinked in surprise - everything felt different. And suddenly, he was no longer Emmett, the 6-year-old. He had become Bianca St. Claire, a 25-year-old lady of the night from the bustling streets of Florida. Bianca was a woman of undeniable beauty – exotic features emphasized by the bright lights of the city. Her dark curls cascaded down her back, framing her face which held high cheekbones and emerald-green eyes. She wore a red sequined dress that hugged her curves and sparkled under the artificial illumination. Her feet were uncomfortably squeezed into a pair of glistening black heels and a small black purse was tucked under her arm – the contents of which were unknown. As Emmett-now-Bianca, laid his fingers on the tattoo on the inside of his wrist – a symbol he didn’t recognize – he was those strappy inches taller than his big brother Casey. Casey, who was meant to be 8 years older than him, was now 3 years younger in this paradox of a life he was living. Everything was overwhelming, the clothes unfamiliar, the heels painful, and the purse – only adding to the general discomfort. Most distressing, however, was the fact that his surrounding had totally changed. There were no familiar faces – only strangers peeping out of semi-closed doors. Confused and scared, he did the only thing he could. "Mommy," he whispered in Bianca's sultry alto, his new voice sounding foreign in his own ears, an echo of the soft, childish lisp that now seemed lost forever. Tears welled up in his eyes, trailing down his face, a stark reminder of the family and the life he missed. The discordance of this man's world was suddenly too real because somehow, this odd terrifying transformation was permanent.