To be 7 year old Landon again, and not be transgender

Once upon a time, there lived a spirited 7-year-old boy named Landon. Today marked a brave new beginning for Landon, as he embarked on his first solo shopping adventure at the neighborhood CVS, armed with the money his mother had provided. He quivered as he entered, finding the store far grander in scale than imagined. He roamed through the towering aisles, lost in an ocean of confectionery till he found the candy bar of his choice, a golden token of his hard-fought journey. As he sauntered out, proud of his accomplishment, a woman's voice stopped him. Landon turned to see the beautiful face of Abby, a 23-year-old woman known as Long Lost Love. Abby was adorned with long black hair that danced down her back, her vibrant brown eyes hidden behind heart-shaped sunglasses. A casual green crop-top met the edge of her faded short shorts, and a pink purse hung over her shoulder. Her arms revealed intricate body art; a lengthy dragon curled around one arm, while a large rose vine bloomed on her left ankle. Her fingers and feet shone with a meticulous French manicure and pedicure. She was homeless, but her spirit remained undeterred. "Hey cutie, do you have any spare money on you, doll? It's okay if you don't," she said, sweetly bending down to Landon, her voice coated with the syrup of a hard-knock life. "Sure," Landon replied cheerfully, handing his spare change over to Abby. Suddenly, a shock fired through his small hand leaving him dizzy and blind momentarily. "Have a good night ma'am" echoed around him, a familiar young voice that was unmistakably his. However, nothing was the same when Landon opened his eyes again. His world was viewed through sunglasses, the objects appeared further away, and a cascade of long black hair slipped into his vision. He found himself fitted in Abby's outfit; crop-top, short shorts, thong sandals, and the pink purse on his shoulder. The feminine manicured hands that now stretched out before him and the pedicured feet below him emphasized his eerie transformation. Feeling a strange weight on his chest and the curious markings on his arm and ankle only affirmed the reality. He was trapped inside Abby's body. Landon promptly sat on the sidewalk, puzzled and terrified. He managed to toss the sandals aside and shrugged off the purse, feeling a pang of distaste at his feminine appearance. He caught his reflection in a mirror close by, and while it was Abby’s mature eyes that stared back, they sparkled with Landon’s childlike innocence. "I'm a girl! Ew! I don't wanna be a girl! I wanna be me! What is going on?" he uttered, covering his mouth as he heard the feminine tone that now replaced his childhood voice. Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation and turned to find his own body approaching him. His heart fluttered with hope that the bizarre journey would end now. But his hope was crushed by his own voice, saying, "I'm sorry you didn't have money for candy." With a renewed sense of dread, Landon stared at his manicured fingers and pedicured toes. He attempted, albeit unsuccessfully, to scratch off the nail polish. Accepting his new reality, he put the thong sandals back on and shouldered the pink purse once again. In a voice that he was already familiar but not comfortable with, Landon uttered, "I'm gonna miss mommy so much! I don't wanna be a girl! I wanna go home!" His eyes welled up with tears as he began to navigate his new life in Abby’s shoes. As the night fell, Landon found himself in a life far removed from his own, in an unfamiliar body, in an alley that, for now, was his residence. As he sat there, he muttered to himself, "It's so scary! I hate the dark! I want my teddy bear and my mommy!" He rolled into a tight ball, the dark tendrils of his hair sheltering him as he cried. Landon had walked bravely into the CVS store as a seven-year-old boy earlier that day. Little did he know he would come out a 23-year-old woman, forever trapped in Abby's body, susceptible to her world.