The first time 8 year old Sean shopped alone was terrifying. As he browsed the aisles, he suddenly heard someone yell to get his attention. Looking up, he spotted 64 year old Lynn. She was an elderl

It was a bright sunny day when eight-year-old Sean walked into the supermarket with a handful of coins clasped inside his sweaty palm. His mother had given him this cash before she went out to work, trusting him to run an errand on her behalf. As he meandered through the aisles, he felt an adrenaline rush that only comes with newfound independence. Suddenly, he heard someone yell his name. He looked up, scanning his surroundings until his gaze fell on Lynn. Lynn was a feeble, sixty-four-year-old lady who wore an oxygen tank due to smoking-related complications. Her snowy curls danced around her frail shoulders, and her black and white spotted dress terminated at the knees. A large pair of black flip-flops was sticking out, and her purse was nestled between her legs as she sat on a motorized scooter. A pack of water bottles captured her attention, and she asked Sean to assist her. Eager to help, Sean rushed forward but his juvenile strength inadequately matched the task at hand. He apologized, his cheeks flushing. But Lynn just smiled and leaned forward to hug him. As they embraced, he instantly felt a wave of vertigo, and when it passed, he saw the world from a whole new perspective. He was inside the motorized scooter. Everything around him dwarfed. Panicked, he looked down and saw the spotted dress, his legs now withered with age, peeking out from the hem. The black sandals were his, and the purse was now lodged between his legs. He dropped the purse on the floor and took off the sandals. Something wasn't right. Before he could scramble for an answer, his eyes spotted his body in the distance. But Lynn occupied it. She looked happy, youthful. Racing towards her in the scooter, Sean stammered, explaining their sudden body switch. But it only made Lynn chuckle. "I'm tired, little boy," she said, her young eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've lived enough as an old woman. It's time I enjoyed my youth again." There was a threat in her voice - she would erase Sean's memories, making her claim on his body permanent. Slowly, Lynn's memories replaced Sean's youthful recollections, and all he could remember was being Lynn. Steadying himself, he looked down to find that his sandals and his purse were gone. "What the? Where did my sandals and purse go? My wallet and my cigarettes were in there," he said to himself in a voice that sounded raspy and tired. A nearby aisle held his discarded sandals and purse. Instinctively, Lynn carefully maneuvered her scooter to retrieve them, struggling slightly. "I wish someone would have the courtesy to help me get one pack of water," she lamented. "But I guess I'm just a scary old lady." Sighing, she rolled away without the water, leaving Sean’s body, now occupied by Lynn, grinning devilishly in the distance. As Sean navigated the supermarket, now as Lynn, he mourned the loss of his childhood, while Lynn, in Sean's body, celebrated her newfound youth from afar. The supermarket's fluorescent lights did nothing to chase away the shadows that now tarnished Sean's first independent shopping trip, as he wheeled away to his new life in the body of an elderly lady's body.