When Jenna turned 17, she had a falling out with her parents and moved into her own apartment. Jenna's sister Aiden was still living at home with their parents. One night, Jenna was wearing a crop t

Once upon a time in the quiet suburbs of Chicago, eight-year-old Aiden was captivated by his racing cars, deep into playing out grand Formula 1 assumptions, while his seventeen-year-old sister, Jenna, had long retired to bed. The warm summer night warranted light attire, and Jenna wore a comfortable crop top with short shorts. Aiden, in the safety of home, casually sported a soft t-shirt and shorts. Suddenly, a shiver passed through Aiden as he heard thunderous footsteps downstairs. His little heart pounded against his chest like a trapped bird. Startled, he padded towards the stairs, only to witness a haunting sight. A group of men, masked and black-clothed, rummaged through the living room. His mind reeled with fear. He quietly scurried back into Jenna's room, desperate to seek the safety of his older sister, only to find Jenna blissfully unaware, deep in sleep. Frustrated and scared, he tried to wake Jenna up, but she only told Aiden to go back to bed and rolled over. Suddenly, a transformation started taking place. Unintentionally, Aiden had placed his foot into Jenna's pink glittery flip flops as he'd left her room. Repulsed by the girly footwear, he hastily kicked off the flip flops. Disbelief clouded his mind as his feet began to change, starting from his little toes right up to his ankles. They took on an older, feminine appearance - Jenna's feet, complete with her favorite violet glittery nail polish! In utter shock, Aiden attempted to wake Jenna but his sudden transformation continued, gaining ground, swiftly engulfing his entire body. His height, once marked by annual pencil scratches on the wall indicating his growth, had matched Jenna’s. His arms, his legs, and even his fingers began to feminize, acquiring Jenna’s lithe structure and her sparkling violet nail paint. His face softened while his hair lightened to a golden blonde, recreating Jenna's beautiful features and shoulder-length hair. His eyes turned a vibrant blue while his teeth reshaped to be as white and straight as his sister’s. Even his plain outfit transformed into Jenna's crop top and short shorts. Suddenly, he heard another strange noise. On turning, he froze, seeing Jenna evaporating into a fine mist, leaving only the empty bed. And with that, he felt a dizzying wave pass over as he watched his own presence disappear from the family photo, leaving only Jenna, their parents, and no indication he ever existed. Everything changed, even his young, innocent memories, to mature reflections of his sister's life. He became Jenna in every possible way. It was as if Aiden had never existed and Jenna was right here, going back to sleep on the bed, yawning and stretching like she had just woken up. Jenna clung onto the peaceful silence of the night. Puzzled, she adjusted her short shorts and yawned again. It was unusually late for her to be awake. Picking up her pink glittery flip flops, she set out to find what caused the ruckus. Creeping back downstairs, she noticed the masked men rummaging through their belongings. The startling realization clenched onto her heart and she quickly tiptoed back to her room, barely making a sound among the flip-flop's constant clip-clop against her floor. Locking the door behind her, Jenna sank down to the floor. She looked down at her flip flops and moving to her closet mirror, whispered to her reflection, "I really hope they didn't hear me. I'm so screwed if they find me. One teenage girl vs at least 10 fully grown men. I really had to wear my loudest flip flops." Reaching for her pink iPhone, she dialed 911, hating the loneliness that suddenly seeped into her room. The thought of being little Aiden seemed completely alien, as she prepared to face the immediate danger.