When Adrian's mom gave him $100 to spend on his first shopping trip alone, he was excited to try out some of the cool clothes he had seen online. Adrian found what he wanted and still had a little m

Once upon a time, in a bustling city, there lived a young mother and her 6-year-old son. The mother, Tara, was only 22 and raising Adrian all by herself. Although their life was admittedly challenging, Tara always made sure Adrian was happy and well-cared for. One sunny day, Tara decided Adrian was mature enough to shop alone, so she handed him $100 and sent him to the local supermarket with a list. Adrian meandered through the brightly lit aisles, amazed at his newfound freedom. He picked out everything on the list carefully and added a few small treats for himself. When the cashier rang up his items, he handed over the money, feeling very grown up. As he ventured back out onto the busy city streets clutching his leftover change, he was stopped by a woman. This woman was Candace, known by some as Candlelight. Candace was a 43-year-old homeless woman, shaped and sharpened by her tough life on the streets. Wearing an unconventional ensemble of a pink tank top, short shorts, leather wedges, and pink sunglasses, she was quite an eye-catching figure. Candace knelt down to better address Adrian, saying, "Hey hon, can I have some money? Just wanted something to eat." Adrian gave her some money from the change hesitantly, accidentally dropping the rest, which scattered onto the sidewalk. Candace thanked him with an embracing hug – at which point, Adrian suddenly felt a strange dizziness washing over him. When he opened his eyes, he was staring over Candace's shoulder, a sight he never would've reached at his age. Moreover, he was wearing sunglasses. Startled, he hastily removed them, only to find the world a lot brighter, and unfamiliar – he wore Candlelight's clothes, and even her purse was slung over his shoulder. Fumbling, he found a lighter and cigarettes in his hands. "Ew! Icky! I sound like a girl?" he said aloud, covering his mouth quickly as if to muffle the unfamiliar feminine tone. He discarded the lighter and cigarettes into the purse which he promptly tossed aside after a quick rummage which unveiled tampons, pads, bear spray, and a taser. Fumbling and unsteady, he struggled out of the wedges and undid the hair bun while deciding, "All too girly." Catching his reflection in a nearby car's window, he found his aged appearance shocking and blurted out, "I look like older than Mommy." Suddenly, he spotted Adrian's body across the street – his own body. He darted over, pleading to switch back, but Candlelight in Adrian's body refused. She snapped her fingers and that's when he felt his memories alter, evolve, and feminize until Candace's past was all he remembered. The new Candace shielded her eyes as she inadvertently gazed at the sun. "Why did I take off my wedges and my purse?" she wondered aloud, collecting her scattered belongings. She replaced her bun, slipped on her sunglasses, wore her wedges, and slung her purse back over her shoulder. "Could've lost my damn cigarettes then I would've been hella pissed off. For a homeless woman, I'm pretty fucking stupid sometimes," she mumbled, lighting a cigarette. Soon after, she felt a stomach discomfort and discreetly used the restroom, sorting it out with a tampon. She then noticed the scattered coins, officially hers, and tucked them into her purse. And with that done, Candace sauntered down the road to find a sleeping spot. Struggling in her wedges at first, she steadily found her footing, and forged ahead – with no memory of the 6-year-old boy she used to be.