The first time William shopped alone with his mom's money it wasn't easy. He had to pass a woman in the grocery store and she scared him. But soon, William realized something was wrong. Jenny, the w

Once upon a time, in a small neighborhood grocery store, an 8-year-old boy named William hesitantly skimmed the candy aisle. His mom, a strong, kind-hearted woman of 30, gave him some cash and ushered him into the store by himself for the first time. His heart pounded with anticipation; today, he felt like a grown-up. As he was enthusiastically examining the shelves filled with all kinds of delicious treats, he majestically said, 'Excuse me,' to a woman inadvertently blocking his path. This woman was no other than Jittery Jenny, a 37-year-old woman known for her distinct pink hair, pink tank top, jean short-shorts, and towering leather wedges. Upon William's polite interruption, she jumped in fear, making a small moan, "Oh, you scared me!" In the midst of the chaos, William lost grip of his precious money. Startled, he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Jenny, overcome with the innocence of William's apology, smiled at him, offering a friendship hug. Hesitant but not wanting to be impolite, William hugged Jenny. Suddenly, he felt unwell, his vision was blurred, and he felt an odd sense of height. As he opened his eyes, he felt taller and, looking down, he saw pink fabric and short shorts- he was wearing Jenny's clothes. He was in Jenny's body. "Wh-Why is my hair pink? Pink is for girls," William stammered, staring at his reflection in the freezer's glass door. In panic, he spotted his own body, now seemingly controlled by Jenny, walking away. Barefoot, he chased after his body, calling out, "Wait! I think we're in the wrong bodies." Turning around, the body which had once belonged to William, now Jenny's voice came out. "No actually. I'm done being on edge and homeless. Enjoy your miserable 37-year-old life," she said. William felt his heart drop at hearing the number 37, he was now older than his mom. As he clutched his new pink hair, memories flashed in his mind, old memories merged with new, until he only remembered himself as Jittery Jenny. As dread washed over her, she picked up the discarded purse and wedges, reviewing the unfamiliar but now familiar personal items: cigarettes, a lighter, vodka, tampons, pads, nail polish, and a pocket knife. A sudden panic hit her, "Why am I barefoot? Why did I take off my wedges and my purse? What is wrong with me?", she mused, "I hope my knife, my cigarettes and my vodka wasn't stolen." Thankfully, she found her purse and wedges discarded in an aisle, she quickly slipped into her wedges and slung the purse over her shoulder, checking it meticulously. Financial relief washed over her as she spotted the money William dropped earlier; she picked it up and headed for her new hobby, selecting and purchasing some bright new nail polish and makeup. Upon exiting the store, she decided to check her pocket knife, ensuring it was functional before taking a quick swig of vodka, lighting a cigarette, and striding off into the sunset. "I feel so lucky. Not only did I retrieve my lost wedges and purse, I also got some cute new nail polish and makeup to try on because of the money I found," she said to herself, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, inside the grocery store, Jenny, in William's body, was delighted. Being homeless was now a thing of the past. But for poor William, who would now live his life believing he was Jittery Jenny, the unexpected twist of fate was downright heartbreaking.