"Stan, my mom, and I were just chilling in the living room, you know, like a typical day, when suddenly everything went bonkers. I could feel this weird energy pulsating through me, and then it happen

"Hi! I'm Chloe, yes, the one from Dog with a Blog! You know, the cute little blonde with the penchant for bunny slippers and ice cream? Every day is like a big adventure in the James-Jennings household, especially with our chatty canine, Stan. Mom thinks he's just an ordinary pup, but if she knew the half of it!" Chloe giggled, her television character's voice evident. Interestingly, something strange started occurring. Chloe had never been this tall. The world was shifting around her, and everything sized up. Her voice stumbled, and when it echoed back to her, it was a bit deeper, more mature. "St...Stan? Mom? I...I am rather apprehensive... and befuddled," Chloe said, her voice no longer that of a seven-year-old, but closer to that of her older sister Avery. The vocabulary was an unconscious choice, classic Avery's talk. Her blue dress was slowly replaced by a stylish denim jacket over a light purple shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, Avery's typical attire. Her blonde hair lengthened, her height added a few inches, and her facial features matured. She looked down at her hand and saw refined fingers, not her tiny little chubby digits. She looked in the mirror, the reflection was of a fifteen-year-old Avery, not seven-year-old Chloe. "My goodness! I'm... I'm Avery now. I am experiencing fear, uncertainty, apprehension... this is not right, I yearn for mom and Stan," Chloe, or Avery now, said. Her voice was now completely Avery's, mature and thoughtful, filled with complex terminology her seven-year-old self could hardly understand. Chloe's memories started changing. She remembered helping their dad train Stan, doing homework late into the night, and arguing with her sister over clothes. She tried to hold on to the memory of herself watching cartoons, but it was as if it was being rewritten. All she could remember now was being Avery. The newly-formed Avery took a deep breath and evaluated the situation out loud. "This is utterly perplexing... It seems as if I have transformed into... myself? This defies all logic. However, considering my current circumstances, logic might be the last thing I should be adhering to. I need to figure this out. But right now, all I can say is, 'Chloe, where are you?'" Her voice was level, even composed, but underneath it, a hint of panic lingered.