When his Aunt gave him some money, 6-year-old Tyler was thrilled. He was careful to keep it safe, tucked away in a special place. But one day, when he was alone with his mom, she walked in on him wi

Six-year-old Tyler clung tightly to the crisp bills he had just gotten as presents from his beloved Auntie and Grammy. As he sat on the living room carpet, studying the unknown adults depicted on the paper currency, his mother, Paige walked in. Paige was a young woman, only 23, with dazzlingly dyed purple hair, a face heavily painted with makeup and adorned by exaggeratedly long fake eyelashes. Dressed in fishnet stockings, a bra and panties with her elegant feet catwalking in silver glittery open-faced high heels, a vibrant contrast to her stark white painted nails. Paige was no stranger to the allure of money, a sentiment fostered by her lucrative job as a stripper. "Oh hey, honey. Is that some of mommy's money? Thanks for finding it for me," Paige cooed sweetly, her eyes sparkling at the sight of the crinkled green bills. "No mommy. Grammy and Auntie gave it to me," Tyler replied innocently, trying to protect his precious gift. Paige waved off his protest, "Now sweetie, don't lie to mommy" and swiftly pocketed the money in her bra. Feeling cheated, Tyler's tiny fingers reached out towards his mom but then - a jolt. His vision turned black. Suddenly, Tyler heard a voice echo. "Give it back mommy. That's mine!" But he froze. He hadn't said that. It terrified him. When his vision started clearing, he found himself looking down at long purple hair cascading over a bra and panties; the fishnet stockings; his feet encased in the glittery silver high heels. Cautiously, he moved towards a nearby mirror his reflections showing impossibly mature feminine eyes gazing back but retaining his innocuous innocence. Tyler sat down, quickly removing the high heels and then the stockings. Carefully, he plucked his birthday money from the breasts that were now oddly his own. Tyler's childish memories began transforming, maturing at a terrifying rate. "Oh no! I'm beginning to think like mommy! I don't wanna become mommy! I'm gonna miss Grammy so much! I just want my own money!" he whimpered, but the burgeoning thoughts were unstoppable. In time, Tyler could only recall being Paige. The new Paige admired the heels lying by her side, shoving the money back into her bra with a triumphant smile. The stockings hastily adorned her legs again, and she slipped her painted feet back into the glittery heels. Strutting over to a mirror, she posed provocatively, admiring her reflection. "Oh, Paige, you're a bad-ass bitch. I'm so hot and so sexy. I love being a stripper. Being a woman is easy, and it's so simple to make money. And I'm only 23, I can keep this up for a while. I love having boobs and I'd love a new pair of heels," Paige spoke to her reflection before sauntering over to the couch. Settling into the plush cushions, she kicked her feet, still encased in the high heels, on the table in front of her. As she turned on her favorite teen drama, she giggled to herself and slowly dozed off to sleep - the reality of being six-year-old Tyler vanishing into the oblivion of a dream.