The 6 year old Bradley was finally home alone for the first time. He was excited to explore the house he had been living in for the past 6 years. After exploring every room, Bradley made his way to

Once upon a time, in the small and peaceful town of Roseville, lived a bright-eyed six-year-old boy named Bradley. For the first time, his mother, Melinda, a 34-year-old hardworking single mother, entrusted him with the responsibility of staying home alone while she went out to run her errands and a planned 5:00 pm spa appointment. An adventurous little boy, Bradley commenced exploring every room in the house. Saving the best for last – his mom’s room – he excitedly swung open the door. His eyes widened at the sight of Melinda’s grown-up world. Dresses, skirts, shorts of all shapes and colors, wedges, heels, sandals, jewelry, makeup, and lip gloss lay scattered around the room. Peeking around, he spotted on the upper shelf something that looked familiar – the toy Melinda had confiscated from him as a punishment for he had misbehaved. Determined to reclaim his favorite toy, Bradley decided to risk climbing the shelves. He reached for the toy but lost his balance and fell, his small feet landing in a pair of Melinda's leather wedges. He turned up his nose, saying, "Ew, mom's shoes are too girly!" and waddled to his room, kicking off the wedges but clutching the retrieved toy. Out of nowhere, an agonizing pain ripped through his feet. He dropped his toy and looked down to see his feet morphing into exact replicas of his mother’s, complete with her French pedicure. Terrified, he started running around the house hysterically, but the transformation didn’t stop. Bradley could only watch as his hair grew long and curly and took on the same shade of black as his mother's. His baby blue eyes morphed into Melinda's seductive brown hue, his teeth straightened, and his voice deepened to match his mother's. His small boyish frame developed into the curvaceous figure his mother possessed. His fingers took on a manicured appearance, and his outfit transformed into a short silk dress of his mommy's style. Overwhelmed, Bradley looked sorrowfully at his reflection in the mirror, unable to comprehend the transformation. A wave of complete terror washed over him as his memories started changing, maturing, morphing, replacing the memories of being Bradley with that of Melinda. Tears welled in her eyes, now Melinda, as the confusion set in. Unaware of her journey from being Bradley, she remembered no more than being Melinda. She saw the wedges in the corner of her son’s room, paired them with her dress, and walked back to her room, placing the toy back on the top shelf. A glimpse of her watch reminded her of the spa appointment at 5:00 pm. "Why am I still home? I cannot be late for my 5:00 appointment. Angie will never let me book in advance ever again,” She raced out of the house, donned her sunglasses, and drove off promptly, the puzzles piece of her being home still didn’t click, as the memory of her being the adorable 6-year-old Bradley, had faded away in the winds of her relentless transformation.