Stuck in the body of Eva, 6 year old Jason walks the streets of a small town alone for the first time with money his 21 year old mom gave him. He's intimidated by everything but eventually finds wha

In a small town where hope is big, lived a 6-year old timid boy named Jason. It was a day unlike any other when his 21-year old mother handed him a few coins, instructing him to buy his favorite candy bar. Jason's toes curled in his worn-out sneakers as he took his first adventurous steps towards the local store. Inside the store, the tall shelves, brightly colored candies, and strange faces left young Jason feeling overwhelmed. However, determined, he reached the counter, buying his favorite chocolate bar. His first successful shopping attempt left him beaming as he stepped outside. His moment of triumph was interrupted, however, by a voice from behind. "Hey hon, I'm sorry to bother you but you have any more money? I'm just thirsty," came the rough, yet strangely sweet voice of Eva, known as Doll Eyes. At 35, Eva was a homeless woman, her brown hair dulled with dust, eyes once bright now weary, and her off-pink tank top, short shorts, and leather wedges the only remains of a distant, more comfortable life. "Here you go miss," Jason replied, his innocent voice touched with fright, as he handed over his leftover coins. A strange dizzying sensation rushed over him as Eva’s hands touched the coins. When he opened his eyes again, he was shocked by his unexplainable height, and the long brown hair cascading down his shoulders. Confused and scared, Jason ran to the nearest reflection. Blinking in disbelief, he stared at his new grown-up reflection. Doll Eyes' face stared back at him, sunglass-clad. A gasp hitched in his throat as he saw his old self with the chocolate bar, which echoed with a detached "Have a nice day" before disappearing. Taking a few shaky steps, Jason clumsily detracted from his new feminine footwear, deeming them too girly, and removed the purse around his shoulder on instinct. As he studied his new form in the mirror, seeing his mature features and feminine outfit, an unfamiliar fear gripped him. He uttered the words, "I don't wanna be a girl. Ew! Gross!" The words echoed through the deserted alleyway as his feminine, mature voice startled him. Panic-stricken, Jason took another few steps, feeling his new female feet beneath him. Finding a nearby parking curb, Jason sat, frowning at the feminine items in his hands. After a moment, he grudgingly put the wedges back on, standing up on shaky feet – grunting in that same unfamiliar female voice. Shrugging on the purse found the same disdain bubbling up, right before he donned the sunglasses once more to shield from the too bright sun. "I'm really gonna miss my mommy the most if I'm stuck as a grownup and an icky girl forever," Jason mumbled, his voice sealed in a grown woman's timbre. Struggling to keep his balance in the wedges, he somberly trotted to a convenience store. His new female hands rummaged through the purse, finding a few crinkled notes. He bought a candy and soda, paying with a shaking hand as the clerk handed him back his change. As he bit into the candy bar, sipped the soda, and caught his reflection once again; misery welled up behind the sunglasses. As darkness fell, he found an alley to sit, discarded the sunglasses, and allowed the tears to stream down his face. "I miss mommy so much. I'm scared of the dark. I wanna go home," he whimpered, enveloped in darkness, in a cruel twist of fate, trapped in the life of the homeless Doll Eyes with no idea he is bounded to this fate forever.