Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from her grandson's room. It was the sound of her grandson crying. Upon investigating, she found her grandson crying on the floor surrounded by his old phone, game

At the heart of a quiet little suburb, stood a quaint and old-fashioned house where Lynn, a 65-year-old woman lived. Inside, the world seemed to be paused in time, celebrating a period of simplicity, modesty, and face-to-face communication. This was where 10 year-old Timmy often spent his time while his parents were away. Each visit to Grandma Lynn's came with a unique tradition; upon entering, Timmy had to surrender all electronic devices to Lynn. This time was no different. "You know the rules, young man,” Lynn would often grumble, confiscating Timmy's phone and handheld game console. "But I love you. I just don't understand the hooblah behind these things”. Strangely enough, this visit was different. Lynn had decided to let Timmy stay behind while she went grocery shopping - leaving him unsupervised for the first time. As Lynn stepped out and shut the door, Timmy, feeling free and excited, thought it was the perfect opportunity to retrieve his gear from Lynn's room. Hunting around for a bit, he found his phone and handheld game hidden away beneath a stack of embroidered table cloths. In his excitement, he slipped his feet into what he thought were his trainers. But they turned out to be a pair of Lynn’s oversized white flip-flops. Before he could react, a strange sensation came over him. It started in his feet. They turned veiny, with skin as transparent as tracing paper. It was as if Lynn's feet had replaced his own. Panicked, he cried out, "No, please! I don't want to be an old lady!" The transformation did not stop there. Gradually, his vision blurred and turned grayscale, his teeth turned yellow and his spine hunched over. His curly locks turned ash grey, and worst of all, his hands were replaced with Lynn's. His youthful body had been replaced by his grandmother’s and as he looked down in absolute shock, he realized that even his clothing had changed into Lynn's usual pink silk shirt and gray shorts. With the transformation now done, he picked up his phone and game console only to drop them again realizing his own disdain for them. His memories swiftly transitioned into Lynn's and he found himself questioning why he held his grandson's items. "Why was I holding my grandson's things again?" When a notification buzzed on Timmy's smartphone, a text message was displayed. "Lol. So true. Friends 4eva". Lynn squinted. “Lol? What on earth is a Lol? And what in the world does 4eva mean?” she muttered, her brows furrowing in confusion. Looking around, she suddenly realized she was back home. "That's funny. Why did I come back again?", she muttered, slowly making her way to the foyer-mirror. She paused there for a while, admiring her reflection before her attention was called back to her missing grandson. "Wait, Timmy! Timmy? Timmy, where are you, dear?" she called out. Lynn searched the house high and low, not realizing that the one she was looking for was actually herself.