The girl's mom didn't know what to do or say as her daughter grew in front of her. The store got louder and more people were coming in. Suddenly, the mom heard someone calling her name. Turning arou

Once upon a time in a bustling mall, seven-year-old Jesse was brimming with excitement. His mother had given him some money to spend, and this was his first solo outing. He made his way to a shoe store and, with wide-eyes, began exploring the aisles filled with colorful sneakers, boots, and other footwear. Suddenly, Jesse bumped into a girl, a little older than him, who responded in a language he could not understand - Spanish. Apologizing profusely, Jesse saw two different reactions from the girl and her mother; the girl smiled warmly, mesmerizing Jesse with her friendliness, while her 30-year-old mother returned his apology with a dirty glare. He tried to maneuver his way past them, but to his surprise, the woman grabbed him. He squirmed in discomfort, only to find himself standing in front of the girl again. Before he knew what was happening, the mother grabbed her daughter and him, and suddenly his world began to change. His feet began to grow and morph into a shape similar to the girl’s, and he found himself donned in matching flip-flops and shorts like her. Slowly, his height increased, nearing the adolescent girl’s stature. He tried to scream in disbelief, but his voice was gone, replaced with a Spanish accent. His skin turned a rich, sun-kissed shade of brown, his hair darkened, growing long, straight, and lustrous, and his attire transformed into a tank top. One by one, his memories started to fade. Jesse's image of himself blurred until he only remembered being Isabella, the 13-year-old Spanish girl. His plea -- "No, please. Please, I don't..." -- didn't finish as Jesse, but was transformed into another language. "¡Ay! Mamá, I want the pink glittery ones," the new Isabella cooed, indicating a pair of shoes she fancied. The woman gifted her new daughter with a warm smile, pleased with her spell's effectiveness. Buying the pink glittery shoes, both Isabellas started running around the store, their flip flops echoing in the spacious showroom. The new Isabella walked to a large mirror, mesmerized by her reflection. She didn't see a 7-year-old boy named Jesse staring back. Only Isabella. With newfound pride, she said: "Ay mama! You made me so attractive. I'm a fierce goddess, and there's nothing anyone can do about it" in Spanish. She had fully embraced her new identity, leaving no trace of Jesse behind.