Walk Home Alone: A story of transformation

Once upon a time in an urban neighborhood, there was a six-year-old boy named James. Now, James was at a milestone age. His mom, a youthful woman only 24 years old, had decided that her little boy was growing up. On this day, she had given him permission to make his first voyage home alone. The evening was cool but not cold, a zestful breeze ruffling James' hair, while a smile as sweet as a cherry blossom adorned his innocent face. As James rounded yet another corner, his journey was disrupted by an unexpected encounter. Standing before him was 28-year-old Theresa, or as most people knew her, Sucks to Suck. She had been working as a prostitute since she was 18, a path that she took after a bitter falling out with her family. Theresa was noticeably striking, with blonde hair that shimmered in the light and captivating blue eyes. Yet, beneath her beauty was the mark of bruises – particularly a black eye testament to struggles she faced. A stream of smoke spiraled upwards from the cigarette she held between her lips. Her attire consisted of a white bra and panties with white open-toed high heels. Her purse, dangling from her shoulder, matched her attire perfectly, and her nails, too, were lacquered in an equally pristine white. "Hey baby, what you doing out here all alone? You look so young. Oh my God, you're adorable," Theresa approached James, the curl of smoke spiraling upwards from her cigarette. "Just trying to get home to mommy. Said I could walk out like a big boy," James responded gleefully. There was a certain pride that shone in his twinkling eyes. "Wanna use my phone to call her baby?" Theresa asked, holding out her phone. As James reached for it, his world suddenly spun. His vision faded to black only to be replaced by an unnaturally heightened realism. "I love you too, mommy. Thanks, miss," a voice – his voice – echoed in the engulfing darkness. But it wasn't. James wasn't saying those words. Something was amiss. His hand closed around a phone handed to him, the sensation sending a shock of concern through him. Stumbling to his feet, James blinked open his eyes. Why was he taller? Why was his vision hazed from one eye, swollen shut? Looking down, he almost jumped at the sight of a lit cigarette in his hand, his nails painted in the same feminine, white lacquer that Theresa's were. Mystified, he tossed the cigarette, seeing his tousled blonde hair flutter in his peripheral. Even more alarming was the sight of his clothing, or lack thereof; he was now only dressed in a white bra and panties. The sight of two full mounds on his chest was strangely alarming – breasts. Even the high heels adorning his feet made him wriggle uncomfortably. Glancing towards a nearby mirror, he was shocked to see Theresa's reflection – her blue eyes, blonde hair, and mature features. Yet, there was familiarity in those eyes; his childhood innocence still radiated from them. "Why am I a girl? I wanna go home!" He gasped, covering his mouth at the sound of a woman's voice escaping his lips. His surprisingly feminine voice. Suddenly, the cellphone rang. "I'll be there at around 12:00 am to pick you up. You better have $800 by the end of the night bitch or I'll make your other eye black too" a man's voice resonated menacingly before hanging up. James was overcome with a newfound fear. Taking a moment to gather his wits about him, he slid off the high heels and purse, crouching on the cool cement. However, he couldn't just stand there. He adjusted his new garb and sprinted off, the long hair getting into his eyes. Each passing reflection of himself reminded him of his astonishing transformation as he cried out softly, "I want my mommy! It's so dark and scary! I'm gonna miss grandma so much!" Seeking refuge, James darted into an empty alleyway and sat down, daunted and distressed. Hesitantly, he put on the high heels and slung the purse back over his shoulder, staring at his female limbs, painted nails, uncomfortably perched breasts, and the white heels. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he hoped fervently to wake up from this strange dream, hoping he would soon revert back to normal. But somehow, the sinking realization crept upon him that he was, in fact, trapped permanently in the body of the prostitute known as 'Sucks to Suck.'