**Title: Realms: The Accidental Body-Swap**

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Ethan. Ethan was nine years old, born on June 14, 2014. He was a small child, standing at four feet three inches tall and weighing around 65 pounds. Ethan was a white boy, with short, messy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that always seemed to be full of wonder and curiosity. This morning, Ethan was at home, playing in his room. He loved to build with his LEGO bricks, creating elaborate castles, spaceships, and worlds of his imagination. Ethan's mom, Sarah, was a young and vibrant woman at the age of thirty-one. Born on March 8, 1992, she had dark brown hair that she often kept in loose waves cascading down her shoulders and warm hazel eyes. She stood at five feet six inches tall and weighed around 135 pounds. Sarah had always been a nurturing and caring mother, making sure Ethan felt loved and secure. That fateful day, Ethan was deeply engrossed in constructing a LEGO spaceship. Suddenly, a strange feeling came over him. He felt a shiver run down his spine and a peculiar tingle in his chest. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Ethan felt his spirit leaving his body. It was an odd sensation, as though he was being lifted and pulled away at an incredible speed, leaving his physical form behind. He was bewildered, afraid, and confused as his spirit sped off in a seemingly random direction. Ethan's spirit zoomed across the town, eventually flying into the body of someone else—an experience that was both disorienting and alarming. He found himself mid-walk in the body of a teenage girl, instantly feeling the difference. The way she moved, the way her clothes felt against her body, everything was different. He looked down and saw a petite frame, about five foot three inches tall and weighing around 115 pounds. She was white with golden blonde hair styled in loose beach waves and had striking green eyes. Her name was Emily, and she was sixteen years old, born on August 22, 2007. She was from California and was dressed for the summer heat. She wore a light pink off-shoulder top with delicate floral print, paired with white high-waisted shorts that showed off her tanned legs. On her feet, she had white thong sandals adorned with tiny silver rhinestones that sparkled in the sunlight. Around her neck, she wore a delicate gold necklace, and her ears had several piercings sporting small hoops and studs. She also had a beige crossbody purse slung over her shoulder, accentuating her outfit. Emily was walking with her friends, celebrating her newly acquired driver's license—a milestone she had eagerly awaited. Her friends, who were also sixteen, were with her: Lauren, her closest friend, born on May 5, 2007; Ashley, born on October 12, 2007; and Rachel, her little sister, who was fifteen, born on January 18, 2008. They had plans to hang out at the mall and enjoy their summer day together. "Emily, this is going to be so much fun!" Lauren exclaimed. "Yeah, Em! We should totally hit up that new store that just opened," Ashley chimed in, always the enthusiastic shopper. Rachel, looking up to her big sister, said, "I can't wait to see where you take us today, Big Sis!" Ethan, now in Emily’s body, felt a heavy wave of sadness and anxiety wash over him. His eyes darted around nervously, noticing the piercings he now possessed. He was overwhelmed, and it only got worse when he unwillingly blurted out something bratty. "You guys are so predictable. Can we try not to be such basic bitches today?" Ethan heard himself say, horrified by the words coming out of his new mouth. Rachel, meanwhile, was eagerly trying to keep up with the older girls, oblivious to the internal battle her sister was fighting. She tugged at Emily's arm, asking for her approval on a hairstyle she had seen. Annoyed, Ethan, through Emily, rolled his eyes and snatched Rachel's phone from her hand, tossing it back towards her nonchalantly. "Seriously, Rachel? Grow up." The group of friends seemed unfazed, as though this behavior was typical of Emily. To his dismay, Ethan felt his new body unwillingly adjusting her top to show off more skin, pulling it slightly lower on her shoulders. She also subtly shifted her purse, letting it dangle in a way that seemed intentionally stylish. She flicked her hair back, ensuring it fell perfectly over her shoulders. Even the way she scrunched her toes in her sandals—pushing them delicately into view—reeked of practiced vanity. Ashley laughed, "Oh, Em, you've always got to be the center of attention, don’t you?" Feeling utterly helpless, Ethan, as Emily, reached into the purse and began pulling out various items. She applied a layer of gloss to her lips, then checked her reflection in a compact mirror. Next came a quick spray of body mist, adding a final touch of scented smugness to her demeanor. Each bratty motion, each superficial act, felt alien yet eerily familiar within the context of Emily’s life. Inside, Ethan was screaming, desperate to escape this new reality, but the swap had become permanent. As he stood there, surrounded by Emily’s friends, the weight of this new life settled heavily upon his shoulders. "Let's just get this over with," he heard Emily's voice say, though his spirit was the one filled with despair and longing for a way back to his old self.