Write a story the way I type about a 7 year old boy left home alone for the first time by his 22 year old mother. As he heard a knock at the door, he checked the peephole to see a familiar face- 34

Once upon a time, seven-year-old Evin was home alone as his twenty-two-year-old mom went to run a few errands. Evin's heart jumped in his chest when he heard a knock on the door for the first time since his mom left. Checking the peephole, he was taken aback at the sight of Valentina. Valentina was a thirty-four-year-old homeless woman who had been living on the streets since she was just thirteen. The hardship of her life was evident in her expressive brown eyes. Despite her difficult circumstances, she still managed to maintain a sense of style. Valentina had long brown hair, and wore a tan crop top with short shorts. Her accessories were a pair of sunglasses, some hoop earrings, and fake red nails. She was barefoot, her shoes evidently deemed a luxury she couldn't afford. "Hello! I just need food or water. Please señor, tengo tanto frío y estoy tan triste," Valentina pleaded with a desolate look in her eyes. Evin opened the door, his small heart aching for the woman standing in front of him. He stepped forward, offering her a water bottle and some of his cookies. Valentina looked at him with surprise and gratitude, reaching out to the little boy for a heartfelt hug. The moment Evin reciprocated the hug, he felt a wave of dizziness washing over him. When he opened his eyes, he was startled to see the world from a different height. It took him a moment to realize he was wearing sunglasses, he pulled them up in confusion. Blinking, he noticed he was wearing a tan crop top, short shorts, a purse on his shoulder, hoop earrings, and fake red nails. Overwhelmed by sudden changes, Evin hastily removed the purse, hoop earrings, sunglasses, and fake red nails. "Why am I tall? I'm little. Why am I so big?" he questioned in a slightly accented voice that was completely foreign to him. Looking down, he gasped at his new female features. His pale skin was now a warm brown, the dilemmas of the homeless woman mirrored in her body's wear and tear. He knocked on his own door, only to find his former body answer. Panicked, Evin implored his old body, now inhabited by Valentina, to swap back. The woman declined, declaring that she was done being homeless and alone. Evin felt his memories, his childlike innocence, slowly warping and evolving, maturing and feminizing until he only remembered being Valentina. He confusedly looked at the house. "AY! My head hurts for some reason. ¿Qué estoy haciendo fuera de esta casa? No quiero que me llame la policía." Valentina then noticed that her purse and other items were missing. "AY! ¿Dónde está mi bolso, mis aretes y mis gafas de sol? Métete en el juego, Valentina," she muttered, frantically looking around. She soon found her belongings, putting on her sunglasses and hoop earrings, and reapplying her fake nails. Valentina started walking down the road, the hot sun searing her bare feet. "Hace tanto calor afuera que me arden los pies. Necesito encontrar un área con sombra para dormir." She found a shaded area just as nightfall hit, a haven from the relentless heat of the day. As she settled down for the night, a part of her was frustrated and devastated at her prolonged hardship. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fell asleep, no memory of being seven-year-old Evin remained. Only a life lived as Valentina remained, the struggle of her years on the streets the only thing that felt familiar.