Unexpected Transformation at a Sleepover

Sure, here is the story you requested: --- Toby was a little boy with bright blue eyes and curly dark brown hair. He was 8 years old, stood around 4'2", and weighed about 60 pounds. Toby was born on September 5th, 2015, and he lived in the sunny state of California. His mom, Jenny, was a tall and graceful woman with straight chestnut hair that reached her shoulders and emerald green eyes. She was 34 years old, 5'7" tall, and weighed 140 pounds. Jenny's birthday was on January 14th, 1989. Toby had an aunt named Michelle who was 38 years old and slightly taller than his mom at 5'8". She weighed 150 pounds, with curly auburn hair that she loved to tie in a loose bun and had hazel eyes. Michelle's birthday was on April 20th, 1985. His grandma, Martha, was a gentle soul with white hair styled in a tidy pixie cut and soft brown eyes that had seen many sunny days. She was 72 years old, 5'4" tall, and weighed 130 pounds. She was born on August 13th, 1951. One afternoon, Toby was staying at his friend Matt's house for the first time. Matt was a cheerful boy with sandy blonde hair in a short, messy cut and lively green eyes. He was 9 years old, a bit taller than Toby at 4'4", and weighed around 65 pounds. Matt was born on June 22nd, 2014. Matt's mom, Mrs. Thompson, was a bit older than Jenny at 38 years old, born on May 10th, 1985. She was shorter than both Jenny and Michelle, standing at 5'5", and weighed 150 pounds. Mrs. Thompson had long, straight blonde hair and blue eyes. That evening, Jenny had given Toby some money to keep in his pocket; a small token to make him feel secure. As he waved goodbye to his mom, he felt a mix of excitement and curiosity. However, when Mrs. Thompson saw the money and the phone in Toby's hand, she wasted no time in swiping them from him. “Pwease, can I have them back?” Toby pleaded, his lisp making his voice sound even more desperate. “No, Toby,” Mrs. Thompson replied with a slightly motherly tone, “I’m confiscating these while you’re over. You won't need them here.” Turning to Matt, she said, “I’m going out to run an errand, so behave yourselves. I’ll be back after I pick up a few groceries.” With Mrs. Thompson gone, Matt whispered to Toby, “You can try to get your stuff back now that my mom’s gone.” Toby's face lit up with hope as he ran through the house, desperately searching for his belongings. He even kicked off his own shoes and socks as he sprinted upstairs, a nervous habit revealing his growing determination. Unfortunately, he stumbled upon Mrs. Thompson's room and, unable to find his stuff, he gave up for the night feeling sad and frustrated. Toby made his way back to Matt’s room and got ready for bed. He wore a simple blue t-shirt with a dinosaur print and gray shorts adorned with tiny spaceships. Despite his weariness, Toby had trouble sleeping. His thoughts haunted him through the night. As dawn broke, a new wave of determination washed over him. He was resolute to find his belongings. Quietly, he snuck into Mrs. Thompson’s room again, his heart pounding as he noticed a tall shelf where he imagined his valuables might be. With great effort, Toby climbed the shelf, his fingers finally brushing against his phone and the money. In his excitement, he lost his grip and tumbled, getting tangled in something soft and lacy— Mrs. Thompson's wedding dress. It was an intricate piece, adorned with delicate lace patterns, a flowing tulle skirt, and tiny pearl buttons down the back. “Ew, gross!” Toby exclaimed, struggling to free himself from the girly garment. All of a sudden, a strange sensation washed over him, starting with his feet. He watched in horror as they shifted, growing slender and dainty, covered by silk stockings. The transformation crept up his legs, altering his shape and size. His torso slimmed down and his shoulders softened, his arms becoming delicate and his hands small. His face morphed, his features refining into the familiar but older visage of Mrs. Thompson. His curly dark hair straightened and lightened into her long blonde waves. Toby’s memories began to blur and shift until nothing of his old life remained. He was now her. She jerked her head, blinking in confusion. Posing in the ornate wedding dress, she admired how the tulle cascaded elegantly around her. Almost automatically, she slipped her feet into her wedding shoes, ivory pumps with lace accents and modest heels. “Almost forgot my shoes,” she said, chuckling at herself in the mirror. “Really, Clara? You decided on your wedding dress and your wedding shoes after all these years? I’m a single mom, why am I wearing this now when my son’s sleepover's going on upstairs?” Mrs. Thompson – now fully convinced she’d never been anyone else – smiled at her reflection, memories of little Toby and his phone vanishing like a mere dream.