**Unexpected Body Swap**

Bobby Jenkins was an adventurous boy filled with excitement because today marked a milestone in his life: he would be walking home alone for the first time. His mother, Sarah, had always been protective of him, and rightfully so. Bobby was only twelve years old, standing at 4'8" and weighing 85 pounds. His birthday was on October 10, 2011. He had dirty blonde hair cut into a neat, short-cropped hairstyle, and his eyes were a soft shade of blue. Sarah Jenkins, Bobby's mother, was a tall woman with a caring and attentive demeanor. At 36 years old, she stood at 5'7" and weighed around 140 pounds. Born on July 12, 1987, Sarah had beautiful, shoulder-length chestnut brown hair that she often wore down in loose waves. Her hazel eyes were both kind and perceptive, always looking out for her beloved son. As Bobby made his way through the familiar neighborhood streets, he observed the world with childlike wonder. The trees waved gently in the afternoon breeze, and the golden sunlight cast playful shadows on the sidewalk. Just as he was about to turn the corner onto Maple Street, he noticed a woman sitting on a bench, hunched over and crying. The woman, Maria Rodriguez, appeared distressed. Maria was the same age as Sarah, born on March 25, 1987, and she too was tall, standing at 5'6" and weighing around 130 pounds. Her long, dark brown hair fell in loose curls around her face, which was a stark contrast to her usually warm, brown eyes that were now filled with tears. She was wearing a light pink plush robe that wrapped around her figure and open-toed slippers. Her nails were immaculately manicured, painted a dazzling shade of coral, each nail adorned with tiny rhinestones that sparkled in the light. Her slippers were elegant but simple, lavender with a fluffy band across the top. Draped over her shoulder was a large designer purse, likely holding the few possessions she managed to grab while fleeing. "Excuse me, miss. Are you okay?" Bobby asked timidly as he approached Maria. Between sobs, Maria looked up at the young boy. She had just run away from her boyfriend, who had become increasingly abusive and controlling. This morning had been the last straw; after a particularly brutal argument, she decided she couldn’t take it anymore. In a hurried frenzy, she grabbed her purse, her phone, some cash, and a few essential items before bolting out the door in the outfit she was currently wearing. Hearing Bobby's concern, Maria's expression softened, but it quickly changed again as desperation clouded her mind. She looked around to ensure no one else was watching and lunged forward, grabbing Bobby by the arm. Before Bobby even had time to react, everything went black. When Bobby regained consciousness, something felt strange. He couldn't quite place it, but he felt... taller? Dazed, he looked down and his heart skipped a beat. He was wearing Maria’s robe and slippers. His skinny arms now boasted the same fancy nails he'd noticed earlier, and he felt the heavy purse hanging from his shoulder. “What is going on?” Bobby whispered to himself, hearing a voice that was not his own. It had a distinct valley girl accent infused with Hispanic intonations. He clip-clopped nervously, the noise of the slippers on the concrete seeming deafening, and found a nearby storefront window reflective enough to serve as a mirror. Staring back at him was not the face of a twelve-year-old boy, but Maria's. "Wh... what happened to me?" Bobby stammered, his new voice making the words sound foreign: “Wha... what happene' tuh meh?” Panic set in, and he screamed for his mother, “Mommy!” but it came out differently, the new accent skewing his words: “Mo-mee!” Confusion mixed with terror as Bobby, now in Maria’s body, wondered how he could possibly explain what had happened and feared the uncertainty of his new reality. With no easy answers in sight, he knew one thing: he had to find Sarah, his mother, and hope she would understand and help him navigate this incomprehensible situation.