Tom's mom remov

Once upon a time on a serene weekend, 7-year old Tom was at home with his mother, 42 year-old Victoria. Victoria was a stunning woman with jet black hair pulled up loosely into a messy bun. Her brown eyes sparkled with the radiance of a woman in her prime, framed with dark mascara and a few lovely laughter lines at the corners. She was adorned with long elegant earrings that swayed gently as she moved around the kitchen, baking and cooking. Victoria wore a loose-fitting blouse and a short skirt, which contrasted well with her black high heels. Her nails were painted jet black to match her attire, an understated elegance that was uniquely Victoria's style. "There is no compromise on hygiene when cooking," she used to say, and thus, she gingerly removed her wedding ring, placing it on the nearest counter. Swiftly, she then started kneading some dough, molding it gently with her skillful hands before sliding it in the oven. Turning to her only child, she said in her gentle voice, "Tom, do you mind watching the food for a moment, honey? I gotta go to the bathroom, real quick. I won't be long." Tom nodded in response as his mother walked off towards the bathroom, carrying off her high heels with grace. The seven-year-old watched the food, his eyes widening in terror as it suddenly began to bubble over the pot, igniting a small fire. Panicked, he sprinted up the stairs, hammering on the bathroom door trying to alert his mother, but to no avail. A sense of dread filled him as desperation took over; he wished he could somehow get his mother out. In his distress, he pushed against the door. Unexpectedly, it flung open, revealing Victoria sitting there caught off guard. Tom did the only thing he thought was logical at that moment; he decided to pull his mother out of the bathroom. In a sudden turn of events, an unexpected force seemed to pull him inside his mother, and everything went black. When he opened his eyes, he realized, to his bewilderment, that he was now inside his mother's body. The thoughts of the house being on fire returned, and he leaped off the toilet. Hastily adjusting Victoria's skirt and stumbling out of the bathroom, he quite accidentally slipped his feet into Victoria's high heels. The effect was immediate - there was a strange sensation, a tingle in his brain as his memories began to change. His heart pounded out a desperate rhythm as he cried out in Victoria's voice, "Oh no! I'm beginning to think like mommy? I'm going to miss grandma so much! I don't want to be a girl! I just don't like fire! I didn't do anything wrong!" Victoria blinked, brow furrowed in confusion. Something wasn't right. Bending down, she tightened the heels on her feet and was immediately hit by the smell of smoke. A flurry of thoughts rushed through her head as the fire came back to focus, and she quickly shut off the burner. "Oh shit! That was a close one!" Victoria exclaimed. "My husband would've been furious if the darn house had burned down." With a sigh of relief, she walked over to the counter and slipped her wedding ring back on. "I really need some Chardonnay after that." She muttered, grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. "Really should've had some kids so I could use the bathroom in peace. But oh well, at least it's just me and my husband, for now." Victoria lamented while exiting the kitchen, left with no memory of ever being 7 year-old Tom.