Stephen's Sleepover

Once upon a time, there was an enthusiastic 5-year-old named Stephen. This was an extraordinary day for Stephen because he was excited about his first ever sleepover at his friend Tracy's house. With the innocence of his young heart, he had a special fondness for Tracy and hoped to muster up the courage to express these feelings. To do so, he decided to gather his saved allowance from his cherished piggy bank. His mother, Susan, a vibrant 45-year-old woman, was known for her fashion and fondness for the finer things in life. Unbeknownst to Stephen, while he was daydreaming of his sleepover, Susan was on a quest for some extra cash for a new dress. Spotting her son's piggy bank, she withdrew the coins and notes, tucking them into her bra, intending to treat herself later. Stephen, upon seeing his piggy bank empty, had an assumption that his mom had taken his funds. He had often observed her habitual routine of placing her money in her purse. With his mother out of the house, Stephen ventured into her room, and sure enough, discovered his money in her purse which she had accidentally left behind. Eager to retrieve his money, the determined young boy climbed up her dresser's shelves. However, he lost his balance and stumbled, his feet falling into his mother's pair of shiny, sleek, black open-toed high heels. Inexplicably, Stephen's small feet transformed, growing and aging into his mother's, complete with her perfectly painted French pedicure. Panic seized him as he tried to pull off the heels, but they were stuck. Within moments, his entire body began to transform. His body took on a more feminine shape, and his fingers played host to freshly manicured nails. His hair rapidly grew long and turned a golden blonde, curling perfectly at the ends. Looking in the mirror, he saw his eyes had turned a deep blue, his voice maturing to match his mom's. The changes didn't stop there, his clothes morphed into his mother's fashionable ensemble of a short blouse and a small thigh-length coat. Now entirely physically transformed into Susan, he was surprised at his struggle to walk in the high heels. A sensation of fear washed over him as he picked up his money with his delicate new hands. Suddenly, he dropped the coins and notes, gripping his head as unfamiliar memories flooded in; Stephen's childhood innocence was gradually replaced with the experiences and wisdom of a 45-year-old woman named Susan. Bewildered, the new Susan looked around, recognizing the decor around her to be her son's. Trying to find balance, she grabbed onto Stephen's bed and shot a confused yet unintentionally seductive look at the room. Soon, she spotted the money on the bed and reflexively stuffed the notes into her blouse, just the way she did before. Her confusion gradually replaced by a growing sense of familiarity, she smiled at her reflection, admiring her high heels and posing confidently against the bed. Stepping out of the room as the 'new' Susan, she collected her purse resting on her own bed and threw it casually over her shoulder. She strutted to her car, speaking aloud to herself in amusement, "Good thing my son is only 5 years old, so he'll easily forget about the money. I can't wait to spend this money on my manicure," she said, fondly looking at her nails, seemingly convinced that she had always been Susan, totally abandoning any memory of being 5-year-old Stephen. With that, Susan hopped into her car and drove off, looking forward to a day of pampering and indulgence, oblivious of the bizarre experience she'd just undergone.