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In 2021, there was a little boy named Benny. Benny was six years old, having been born on January 12, 2015. He was a tiny lad of 3ft 8 inches, weighing just about 42 pounds. Being a bright boy from the state of Colorado, he possessed thick, blond hair, naturally styled into an unruly, child-like chaos. His sparkling blue eyes reflected a youthful curiosity. Benny lived with his young mother, Lara. Lara, a youthful woman born on June 15, 1994, aged 27, was of dainty stature, standing 5ft 5 in, and weighing around 120 pounds. Her hair was a mix of blond and auburn, maintained in a simple but fitting ponytail. Her eyes held the same blue hue as Benny’s, a clear marker of their familial connection. Lara's sister and Benny’s young aunt was Clara. Clara, born on February 20, 1996, towered over her sister at 5ft 7in and weighed approximately 130 pounds. Sharing the same parents, Clara was also fair-haired but chose to keep hers in a short bob. Her eyes, like her sister's, mirrored the tranquil of azure blues of the Colorado sky. They all lived under the quiet, protective eye of Lara and Clara's mother, and Benny's grandmother, known affectionately as Grandma Ruth. Ruth, born on July 19, 1948, was a gracious 73-year-old woman with silvery hair tied up in a high bun, and sharp emerald green eyes. She stood at a tiny height of 5ft 2 in and weighed about 147 pounds. Her late husband, lovingly remembered by all as Grandpa Hank, who was born on January 5, 1943, had unfortunately passed away at the age of 75 due to heart failure. He was a robust man of 6ft and weighed 180 pounds before his passing. With salt-and-pepper hair and crystal clear grey eyes, he was, by every measure, a loving man who is dearly missed. One day, Benny undertook a journey to visit his Grandma Ruth’s home for the first time by himself. He held two items close to his heart: a priceless, intricately crafted silver locket from his late Grandpa Hank, and a few spare dollars his young mother had given him, hoping to buy candy – a Mars bar, to be precise. Upon reaching the house, he encountered Grandma Ruth, clad in her summer outfit - a light, white tank top and khaki shorts. She was barefoot, yet her feet were adorned with a pair of once-genial women's sandals with straps now worn from time. Her toenails had thinned and yellowed with age, prompting her decision not to paint them, though her fingernails were delicately coated with a soft pink polish. She adorned her sturdy neck with a modest pearl necklace, a gift from her lawyer husband, and her frail wrists jingled with thin gold bracelets from her daughters. On her finger sat a lonesome gold band, a token from her late husband; a constant reminder of his deep-seated love for her. Hank had passed away three years ago, in 2018, due to heart complications, and Ruth was a living memoir of their shared past. Ruth noticed the locket and the money Benny had clutched tightly in his hands and took them away from him, disregarding his initial shock. Distraught, Benny begged for his possessions back, stammering, “P-please, can I have my locket and money back? I wanted to buy a Mars candy bar.” Ruth responded in a typical elderly fashion, her voice soft, yet stern, “Oh Benny-boy, this trinket is far too precious for you to be running around with, and you needn’t be eating so much candy, it’ll rot your lovely teeth. Now, I'll use your money to buy some nice Werther's Originals. We'll share them later.” Ruth, stating she needed to run an errand to the grocery store, left the boy alone in her home, a space that Benny had just begun to recognize. He took the opportunity to start his search for his locket. He quickly discarded his shoes and socks and tiptoed around the cottage-like house. Eventually, he found himself in her room, where he spotted his treasured locket pushed to one side on her intricately designed wooden dresser. He rushed towards the dresser, his eyes fixated on the locket, when he felt his feet snag, causing him to stumble and fall unexpectedly. Regaining his composure, he noticed he had tripped over his grandma's sandals, which were now, puzzlingly, fitted around his feet. Panic set in as he realized the sandals were inexplicably stuck. As he tugged at the straps, his stomach dropped; his feet began altering. Crackling sounds filled the room as his tiny feet matured into the elderly, wrinkled ones, akin to his grandma’s. His toenails hardened and turned yellow as he felt the symptoms of onychomycosis – toenail fungus – settling in. Breaking into a cold sweat, Benny tried tugging away at the sandals again, to no avail. His legs were next. Their scale began to lighten, and Benny noticed the once smooth skin grow coarse and veiny, matching the age of his newly morphed feet. Muscles shrank and flesh sagged as his boyish legs bloomed into elderly ones. “I didn't do anything wrong,” he lisped in panic, “I j-just wanted my locket back. I don't wanna become my grandma. I don't wanna be a girl.” Suddenly, his torso morphed. His once flat chest seamed and creased, forming two small, saggy breasts. His belly crumpled, and he could feel the loose skin stretch around his softening midriff. His youthful arms transitioned, beginning to sag from gravity and age. His fingers lengthened, skin shriveling around his knuckles, which bloomed into gnarled joints due to arthritis, a condition Ruth was unfortunately familiar with. His head began to spin, and then came the unmistakable pulling sensation at his scalp. His blond locks faded to grey and lengthened, winding into a bun just as Ruth wore hers. His face morphed, skin dropping in drapes, and soon, the reflection in the mirror was that of his grandmother's, not his. In desperation, Benny strained and pulled at a sandal, finally managing to wriggle one foot free. The transformation on that side paused, proving that Ruth's sandals were indeed the cause of this surreal ordeal. All he had to do was pull off the remaining one. But his fingers throbbed excruciatingly with arthritis, matching the debilitating ache in his other foot still trapped within the sandal. Painfully bending down, he worked to pry off the remaining sandal, but changes continued unabated. Ruth's summer outfit moulded onto his changing body, even as his voice strained into a higher pitch, eerily similar to Ruth's. As his fingers brushed the sandal strap, loosening its grip, his toes contracted simultaneously inside the shoe. His shoulder dropped under the sudden weight of Ruth's purse, a new accessory. His mind throbbed with new, older memories, as if Benny’s own memories were rapidly aging and evolving into Ruth’s. His mental maturity escalated, and he felt a not-unpleasant, soothing warmth seep into his thoughts. Eventually, he found himself standing upright, startled by his own reflection. His transformation was complete. He was the perfect image of Ruth, minus her jewelry and wedding ring, and with one bare foot where a sandal ought to be. He wondered, “Why am I lollygagging here at home? I was supposed to head to the grocery store for the apples for my pie. And why on earth am I messing with my shoes and my gosh-darn toenails? I know how my fungus clinches them.” Regaining his – or now, her – composure, she noticed the money and locket on the dresser and picked them up. She walked into the living room and found Benny’s shoes and socks abandoned in her haste. “What a naughty boy,” she muttered to herself, “Sneaking around my room without permission. Now, I’ll use this money on Werther's Originals. What a treat that'll be!” Glancing down, she noticed a discarded sandal and hobbled over it slowly. She picked it up, settling down on her favorite armchair, carefully threading her foot through the sandal straps, her finger toiling meticulously to tightly fasten the buckles. Grimacing slightly, she reached down to fix the other sandal too. The transformation was complete. She swung by her room and ceremoniously adorned all her gold jewelry, sliding the thin gold bangle onto her thin wrist. The delicate pearl necklace hung lightly on her neck, and the slowly she slid the ring back onto her finger, the same finger it had rested once upon when Hank was alive. She paced into the living room and looked at her sandals. There was something comforting about them as they shone mildly under the warm beige lights. "Much better now,” she chuckled. “Now I'm ready for my errand, though I dare not mention this strange episode to anyone, least they think I'm losing my mind!” Feeling a tad bit cold, Ruth decided to add a light pastel green cardigan to her outfit before leaving for her errand. As she slipped on her cardigan, her ring glittered under the gentle natural light pouring in from the open doorway. "I miss you, Hank," she whispered almost inaudibly. "I remember meeting you in the fall of '67, marrying you in '70. We had many wonderful years, nearly forty-eight, and of course, we bestowed upon the world, our beautiful daughters, Lara and Clara. And we were blessed with our darling grandson, Benny, before you were so cruelly taken away from us. But you'll always be my husband, Hank." Her gaze dropped onto her sandals. "I remember when you bought these for me back in summer '98,” and chided herself. "Why in the world do you have to talk to yourself like this, Ruth. And why did it take you so long to get ready?" With that, Ruth exited the house, leaving behind the worries of an odd day.