The Bizarre Transformation of 6 Year Old Bradley

Once upon a time, on a quiet suburban street, lived a small family of two. The vivacious Melinda, a stylish 34-year-old woman, and her curious six-year-old son, Bradley. Melinda had been teaching Bradley about responsibility, and she decided to let Bradley mind himself for a few hours while she attended to a special 5:00 appointment at the spa and ran some errands. As Bradley stood waving goodbye to his mom, he ventured into the house. He began to explore every room one by one which eventually led him into Melinda's room. He found himself in a sea of different dresses, a waterfall of various heels and wedges, a forest of accessories, and troves of makeup, nail polish, and lip gloss. He scrunched his nose at it all, finding it overwhelmingly feminine. Then he spotted something- a toy resting on one of the closet's high shelves— it was the very toy Melinda had confiscated from him. Invigorated, Bradley hatched a plan to retrieve it. He clambered up the shelves, reaching out and finally grasping his precious toy. However, as he went to climb down, he wobbled, and both of his feet landed in a pair of Melinda's luxury wedges. "Yuck! Mom's shoes are way too girly," Bradley grumbled, hobbling off to his room and kicking off the wedges. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain and let out a squeal; his toy fell to the ground. To his astonishment, his feet began to transform, sprouting nails with a neat French pedicure matching his mother's. Panicking, Bradley tried to shake off the changes, but they accelerated. His hair grew longer, curly and black, his eyes became a deep, seductive brown, and his teeth aligned into a perfect, dazzling white smile. He watched in dread as his body started morphing, his limbs elongating, clothes reshaping into a short, stylish silk dress. His fingers, now sporting a fresh manicure, trembled. Suddenly, Bradley rushed over to the mirror, and froze. Staring back at him was not the reflection of the young boy he expected, but the face of his own mother. He let out a cry, his heart aching with fear and confusion. To make matters worse, his memories started changing, his carefree recollections of childhood giving way to more mature, complex thoughts. The fear subsided and was replaced by puzzlement when Bradley finally saw nothing but Melinda in the mirror. She shook off the inexplicable dread sweeping over her and spotted the wedges at a corner of the room. Confused as to why they were piled there, she slipped them on, picked up the toy and strolled back to her room. She raised it back onto the closet's top shelf, admired her reflection, and gave a pleased smile. She thought, "I do look good for 34, don't I?" Suddenly, a realization gripped her; "Why am I still home? I cannot be late for my 5:00 spa appointment!" She quickly grabbed her purse, swung it over her shoulder, and put on a pair of chic sunglasses. She walked, no, strutted to her car, got in, and drove off. Through all this, the new Melinda failed to recall the event that had taken place minutes before. Her memory didn't hold any trace of the little boy named Bradley who used to bounce around the house, for she was now and forever, Melinda.