**Title: The Unusual Dream Swap** In a modest house in a small town in Idaho, there was a young boy named Tommy. Tommy, at the age of seven, was a bright, inquisitive child with dark curly hair, alwa

Once upon a time, in the quiet town of Madison, Wisconsin, lived a precocious little boy named Julian. Julian was a slender 8 year old boy standing just about 4 feet tall. He had the innocent curiosity that encompasses a young Midwest boy of his age. It was a ceremonious evening, and Julian was retiring for the night. Wearing his favorite dark blue pajamas laced with white stars - a metaphor for his dreams - he pulled his covers around him like a comforting shroud. Reluctantly drifting off to sleep, he anticipated yet another sequence of marvelous dreams. Little did he know, this one was bound to change his reality. Suddenly, Julian jerked awake, vividly confused. Looking around, he no longer recognized his room. He was clearly not in Wisconsin anymore. "Why are my lips so glossy?" He exclaimed in a feminine voice, "And why is my dress so tight?" It was a horror mixed with fascination, for he found himself in a dress, glittering from head to toe. He was now Bianca Del Rio - the iconic drag queen from season six of RuPaul's Drag Race. Born on June 27th, 1975, Bianca Del Rio, also known as Roy Haylock, was a tall, charismatic woman of 46 years who stood at 5 feet 8 inches. Though living in her body, he felt unfamiliar, especially since he was consciously younger than Bianca. New York - the city where she resided - was in stark contrast to his little Wisconsin town. Bianca Del Rio was known for her wicked wit, and the outfit Julian found himself in echoed those sentiments. It was a dazzling ensemble with a sequined red gown with high collar and outlandishly puffed sleeves. The ensemble completed with chunky high heels – a red-black combination that further extended her height. Her hair was styled in voluminous black waves cascading down her back. The classic makeup was a stark contrast - dark eyeliner and mascara emphasized her eyes, while her lips painted a deep red and nails matched the bold hue. Suddenly, Julian dropped to his new knees, feeling the soft plush of a carpet under his painted nails. A wave of trepidation washed over him. "Mommy, I’m scared," he cried out, but the voice that echoed in the room sounded too grownup, too sophisticated to belong to the 8-year-old boy from Wisconsin. He pulled back, startled by the sudden feminine timbre. "Why am I yelling for my mommy when I'm a grown woman?" he lamented aloud in the echoed exclamation, his words shaking in a paradox between fear and curiosity.