The 10 Year Old Who Turned Into a 40 Year Old

Once upon a time, in a bustling city, there was a delightful 10-year-old named Sammie. She was living with her 40-year-old father, Rob, who was recently divorced and initiated a new, exciting dating life. His latest heartthrob, Jewel, was a 30-year-old enchantress with sleek black hair and enchanting brown eyes. Dressed lavishly, she left a trail of glimmer with her posh style clothes, shiny shoes, and an excess of jewelry. Topped off with a pound of makeup, Jewel was unapologetically materialistic and woman of undeniable allure. Raised under Rob's softer and gentler influence, Sammie had developed a sweeter disposition than Jewel. Even though she was a mere child, her kind heart could easily distinguish the vanity that defined Jewel's character. One day, Rob and Jewel danced away for another high-end date, leaving behind Jewel's diamond-encrusted purse and iPhone as if they were just ordinary items. With courage in her heart and curiosity in her eyes, Sammie sneaked into their room. Carefully navigating through the piles of clothing and towering heels, she spotted Jewel's left-behind treasures. It took some effort to climb on the shelves, but she managed to seize Jewel's phone. The lavish purse slipped from her grip, fell over her shoulder, and landed into a pair of Jewel's platform sandals. She whispered, "God! Jewel's things are so extra and stuck-up. My dad is too sweet for her and she's such a big meanie to him." Suddenly, she felt an eerie sensation in her toes. They began to extend, becoming identical to Jewel's--even down to the meticulous pedicure. "Oh! Nooooooo! I don't wanna be mean like Jewel!" she wailed as the transformation cascaded over her. Her lean arms plumped up, legs matured and torso took a shapelier form featuring Jewel's fully developed curves. The fingers became slender, capped off by a perfect manicure, and her once simple, blonde hair now cascaded down her back in magnificent black curls. Sammie's wide-eyed innocence was replaced with Jewel's sultriness as her reflection morphed into a spitting image of Jewel. However, she noticed that her clothes had also transformed into a skimpy crop top and short shorts - the kind Jewel would normally wear. It even came with an engagement ring glistening in the artificial light. With a deep sigh and a sudden maturity weighing in her voice, she found herself saying, "What the fuck am I doing in here? This room smells like slutty jealous little girl." With a flick of her hand, she readjusted her purse on her shoulder, slipped into the decadent platform sandals littering the floor, and headed to the door. As she strolled down the corridor, she loved the sound of her high-heels echoing in the quiet house. Giving herself a once-over in the hallway mirror, she wickedly smiled at her reflection; Jewel was back and ready to conquer the world. Slapping on an excessive layer of lipstick and makeup, she shot a last look at Sammie's room before heading out. Pulling her car keys from her purse, she chuckled to herself, saying, "Rob is such a fucking loser! Honestly, don't know how he thinks I actually give a damn about him when he looks like that and I look like this. Can't wait to meet up with that guy at that nice restaurant. He better be paying for everything or he can forget about me putting out tonight." As she strutted towards her luxurious car, she scoffed, "I love being such a sexy bitch. All I need to do is show off my body to that any ugly guy and I get whatever I want." With another raspy laugh, she drove away into the night, leaving behind all traces of innocent Sammie. Her memories of being Sammie were nowhere to be found as she savored the thrill of being the sultry Jewel.