1. Once upon a time

1. Once upon a time in the quiet suburbs of Ohio, there lived a very young boy named Charlie Bennett.
2. Charlie was just 6 years old, born on March 26th, 2018.
3. He stood at only 3 feet 9 inches, with a slight, energetic frame weighing in at 44 pounds.
4. His straight, light brown hair was kept in a short, slightly tousled bowl cut.
5. His big blue eyes often shimmered with innocent curiosity.
6. Charlie was white and proudly American, living with his family in a two-story home lined with pine trees out front.
7. His mom, Emma Bennett, was also quite young—just 22 years old.
8. She had been born on December 12th, 2001.
9. She stood at 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighing 124 pounds.
10. Emma’s honey-blonde hair fell in soft waves to her shoulders, usually parted on the side.
11. Warm hazel eyes always seemed to twinkle when she smiled at Charlie.
12. Charlie’s grandmother, Julia Bennett, completed their little trio; she was Emma’s mom, a young grandma at 42.
13. Julia’s birthday was June 17th, 1981.
14. She was 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighed 143 pounds, with an athletic build.
15. Her shiny auburn hair was cut into a layered pixie, framing her angular face.
16. Her eyes were a gentle shade of green, always transmitting a certain wisdom.
17. One sticky summer evening, Charlie was curled up on the living room couch, his legs tucked up under him as he watched cartoons.
18. The television flickered with bright colors, illuminating his sleepy face.
19. The aroma of lavender fabric softener floated in from the laundry room.
20. Above the hum of the dishwasher, there came a gentle click of the front door.
21. Charlie’s aunt, Vanessa, entered the room with energetic steps and radiant poise.
22. Vanessa, Emma’s older sister, was 34 years old, born on May 3rd, 1990.
23. She stood tall at 5 feet 7 inches, elegant and slim at 130 pounds.
24. Vanessa’s glossy chestnut hair cascaded in loose curls down her back, framing her sharp cheekbones.
25. Her dark brown eyes sparkled as she glanced around, scanning the living room.
26. Her skin was a fair shade, dusted with freckles across her nose and cheeks.
27. That night she wore a crisply tailored white blouse, with delicate pearl buttons running from her collarbone to her waist.
28. The blouse was made from sheer, woven cotton with subtle embroidery at the cuffs and collar—tiny blue wildflowers twining in looping patterns.
29. She tucked the blouse into a pair of indigo denim shorts, frayed at the bottom and hugging her hips in a stylish cut.
30. Small copper studs lined the shorts’ front pockets, catching the room’s light.
31. Her shoes were navy blue stiletto sandals with delicate, crisscrossing straps.
32. The sandals had gleaming gold buckles at the ankles, and the three-inch heels clicked confidently on the floor with each step.
33. Charlie couldn’t help but notice Vanessa’s toes, painted with a glossy shade of coral pink nail polish.
34. The color looked striking against her fair skin, each toe perfectly shaped and shiny.
35. On her hands, her nails gleamed with the same coral hue, filed to a neat oval.
36. Vanessa wore seven pieces of jewelry that night:
1. A delicate gold locket necklace, resting at the base of her throat.
2. A narrow silver bracelet etched with swirling patterns, adorning her left wrist.
3. A wide jade ring on her right middle finger, carved with ancient symbols.
4. Tiny sapphire stud earrings in each earlobe.
5. A thin platinum band on her left ring finger, set with minuscule diamonds.
6. A dainty gold anklet on her left ankle, strung with a single turquoise charm.
7. An ornate silver brooch in the shape of a butterfly, pinned high on her blouse.
37. Vanessa swished through the living room, arms loaded with cleaning supplies and grocery bags.
38. She paused to tickle Charlie’s feet peeking from under his blue blanket.
39. “Hey, sleepyhead. Want to help me set up dessert?” she asked, grinning.
40. Charlie shook his head shyly, rubbing his tired eyes.
41. Instead, he cuddled deeper into the soft couch cushions, watching as Vanessa began tidying up.
42. She flicked on the vacuum, humming a tune under her breath.
43. Soon, Charlie’s mom came into the room, announcing it was time to get ready for bed.
44. Charlie yawned and stretched, his cartoon forgotten.
45. His grandma called goodnight from upstairs, promising pancakes in the morning.
46. Vanessa winked at him. “You can camp out in Amy’s room if you want,” she said softly, meaning Charlie’s cousin.
47. Charlie nodded, eyes already fluttering closed, and padded up the stairs.
48. Amy’s room was decorated in pastel purples and soft greens, with glow-in-the-dark stars scattered on the ceiling.
49. Charlie climbed onto the guest mattress on the floor, burrowed beneath a fuzzy dinosaur blanket, and closed his eyes.
50. Downstairs, Vanessa continued scrubbing countertops, the whir of her vacuum rising and falling.
51. The night air was cool, the house silent except for the distant clinks and clatters from the kitchen.
52. Charlie’s body slipped into sleep like a pebble into a pond—first drowsy, then heavy.
53. Yet, even as he began to dream, a strange feeling seemed to grip him.
54. His arms and legs tingled, the world spinning around his senses.
55. His dreams grew hazy and surreal—a swirl of colors and echoing sounds.
56. Suddenly, Charlie felt as if he were rising, floating away from Amy’s room.
57. In his dream state, he soared above the staircase, his body light as air.
58. The world twisted, then everything went dark.
59. When Charlie opened his eyes again, he was back downstairs.
60. Confused, he found himself sitting upright on the living room couch—not on the mattress where he’d fallen asleep.
61. Everything felt strange and distant, as if the room were both familiar and not.
62. He went to rub his eyes, and paused.
63. His hands seemed larger and softer, the fingers tipped with glossy coral nails.
64. Charlie blinked, glancing down at his lap.
65. He wore a crisp white blouse, with tiny blue embroidered flowers around the collar—just like Aunt Vanessa’s.
66. A shock ran through him as he realized indigo denim shorts hugged his waist, cinched high and trimmed with copper studs.
67. Even stranger, his feet dangled above the wood floor.
68. He felt a cool, slender strap wrapped around his ankle and saw his feet encased in navy blue, high-heeled shoes.
69. He stared at the shoes, teetering on three-inch pencil-thin heels, and wondered what these “goofy shoes” could even be called.
70. The straps dug gently into the skin above the thin, arching feet—feet that looked nothing like his own.
71. Charlie wiggled his coral-glossed toes in disbelief.
72. He reached down and clumsily fumbled with the gold buckles on his shoes.
73. His fingers, less sure than usual, slipped off the delicate fastenings.
74. Balancing awkwardly, he tried to stand up.
75. The heels clicked against the floor, making him wobble precariously.
76. He swallowed and braced a hand on the couch cushion, attempting to hold his balance.
77. With a mixture of panic and curiosity, Charlie sat back down and stared at his feet a moment longer.
78. “How are my feet fitting in these shoes?” he thought, brow furrowed.
79. He poked at the smooth arch and dainty ankle—everything looked so wrong and unfamiliar.
80. His legs extended longer, the skin pale and dusted with faint freckles.
81. The more he stared, the more he realized—these legs and feet weren’t his at all.
82. His hands—now slim and coated in coral nail polish—trembled as he reached for the ankle strap again.
83. He tugged at the gold buckle, loosening it a little, but the unfamiliar configuration of the sandal confused him.
84. With another wiggle and pull, he finally slipped one foot free, letting the stiletto dangle precariously from the other.
85. The bizarre sensation of bare toes on the wooden floor startled him.
86. He gingerly tried to stand, missing the sturdy feeling of his own sneakers.
87. Now, unbalanced, he tottered, his left foot bare and his right foot still in the high-heeled sandal.
88. “Why can’t I walk?” Charlie wondered, panic fluttering in his chest.
89. It was then that Charlie realized he felt much taller than before.
90. The furniture looked slightly smaller, and his perspective had shifted.
91. Not only did his feet not look like his own, but his arms and hands were entirely different.
92. He glanced around the living room, looking for a mirror.
93. His heart hammered.
94. Unsure what was happening, he braced against the arm of the couch and shimmied out of the other sandal, dropping it to the floor with a clack.
95. Both feet were on the ground now, slender and unfamiliar.
96. He wobbled and managed to stand, taking a shuffling step forward.
97. Long chestnut locks tickled his cheeks.
98. Charlie hesitantly patted his head, feeling unfamiliar curls cascade through his fingers.
99. Glancing down, he noticed a sapphire earring—one of seven dazzling bits of jewelry he remembered Vanessa wearing.
100. Was he… Aunt Vanessa?
101. Charlie rushed to the hallway and peered into the decorative oval mirror above the shoe rack.
102. A grown-up woman stared back—Vanessa’s face, wide-eyed and panicked.
103. He reached out, touching his cheek.
104. The reflection copied his every move.
105. Charlie gasped, staggering backward into the wall.
106. Leaning there, he tried to calm himself, breathing slowly.
107. Okay, this must be a dream, he decided.
108. His stomach rumbled—a familiar, human sensation that grounded him.
109. On shaky legs, Charlie moved back into the living room, drawn to the TV for some sense of normalcy.
110. He fumbled with the remote, the buttons oddly small under his new fingers.
111. Static flickered on the screen—nothing comforting or familiar.
112. Desperate for help, he called out, his voice rising high and mature, just like Vanessa’s.
113. “Mom?” he tried, and winced at hearing the older-sounding voice.
114. He darted to the window, gazing out onto the moonlit porch.
115. All was still; the neighborhood lulled in quiet sleep.
116. Charlie’s heart thumped, his mind racing for a solution.
117. Maybe if he put his shoes back on, he’d turn back to himself, like undoing a mistake in a game.
118. He hobbled to the stiletto sandals and gingerly buckled them back onto his new feet.
119. The high heels clicked as he attempted a cautious walk.
120. With each teetering step, the sensation grew more bizarre, but nothing else magical happened.
121. He retraced the living room, the blouse swishing against his arms, the shorts snug on his hips.
122. The gold locket bumped lightly against his chest as he walked, making him oddly self-conscious.
123. “Maybe I should just go back to bed,” Charlie thought.
124. He tottered toward the staircase, gripping the banister tightly.
125. The steps felt steep and daunting in these grown-up legs and teetering shoes.
126. Halfway up, he caught his balance and paused, realizing he hadn’t even heard Vanessa cleaning lately.
127. Everything was oddly quiet, as if the house held its breath.
128. At the top of the stairs, he crept toward Amy’s door.
129. The glow-in-the-dark stars pulsed softly above the darkness inside.
130. Charlie opened the door—inside, his own body lay peacefully asleep on the guest mattress.
131. He stared, both awed and terrified.
132. He inched forward, hoping to wake himself.
133. He leaned down and gently shook his sleeping form by the shoulder.
134. His body didn’t stir, breathing slow and even.
135. Charlie wondered if he was a ghost, or if this was some trick of the mind.
136. “This has to be a dream,” he insisted to himself again.
137. He left the room, panic now giving way to curiosity.
138. Would anyone else notice?
139. Maybe he could call his mom for help.
140. He tiptoed down the stairs, hearing his heel clicks echo in the silent foyer.
141. At the foot of the stairs, he found his mom’s phone on the counter.
142. He picked it up, marveling at how light it felt in his longer fingers.
143. The appeal of Mom’s number was irresistible, so he dialed, hands trembling.
144. The phone rang, then went to voicemail—Emma must have been asleep too.
145. Charlie thought quickly; perhaps he could try again.
146. He called Grandma Julia’s number.
147. Voicemail again.
148. Now nervous, he wandered back to the living room.
149. If he was stuck like this—what should he do next?
150. He tried sitting like Vanessa had, cross-legged with poise.
151. The stance felt both exciting and strange, his movements grown-up but his thoughts still those of a child.
152. Charlie thought of the seven pieces of jewelry Vanessa had worn; he admired the anklet and the jade ring with interest.
153. Suddenly there was a small tingle at the base of his throat—the locket seemed to warm up.
154. He unfastened it and peered inside, noticing a tiny portrait of Vanessa and Emma together as children.
155. The open locket caught the moonlight, illuminating his face as he pondered the photo.
156. For a moment, Charlie felt his thoughts drift, blurring between his and Vanessa’s memories.
157. He remembered, for no reason, a funny picnic with his mom from long ago.
158. He shivered and closed the locket quickly.
159. Just then, he heard soft footsteps behind him.
160. It was Amy, groggy-eyed, peering through the stair rails.
161. “Aunt Vanessa? What are you doing awake?” she whispered.
162. Charlie couldn’t think of a reply, his mouth dry.
163. Amy blinked, yawning. “Did you see Charlie? He’s not in his bed.”
164. Charlie panicked—what if she figured everything out?
165. He tried to calm his voice and said, “Maybe he’s wandering somewhere… I’ll look for him.”
166. Amy didn’t seem convinced, but she trudged back to her room.
167. Charlie sat, thinking hard—there had to be a way back.
168. He looked at the brooch—vanessa’s butterfly pin—feeling its weight on his blouse.
169. Maybe, he thought, if he retraced everything he’d done, he could reverse the change.
170. Charlie stood, walked to the kitchen, sat at the table.
171. He even tried humming the same tune Vanessa had been humming earlier while cleaning.
172. Nothing happened.
173. Now desperate and tired, he lay down on the couch just as he had at the start of the evening.
174. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would undo whatever magic had overtaken him.
175. The stiletto sandals pressed awkwardly against his feet, but he dared not move them.
176. He drifted off, the warmth of the locket against his chest and the jingling of jewelry in his sleep.
177. Dreams swirled, hands reaching for doorknobs, high heels clattering up seemingly impossible stairs.
178. Then weightless again, floating up and away, back through clouds of lavender and the distant flicker of cartoons.
179. Charlie awoke suddenly, a little chilled, back under Amy’s dinosaur blanket.
180. He blinked into the thick purple darkness—small again, pajamas on, his own feet bare and tiny as ever.
181. His heart pounded with relief and confusion.
182. He squirmed, wriggling his toes, marveling at their comforting normalcy.
183. He rushed to the mirror in the hall, checking—yes, it was his round, young, familiar face.
184. He tiptoed down the stairs, passing Vanessa, who was now asleep on the couch, still wearing her blouse, shorts, and cleaned sandals neatly stacked nearby.
185. The seven pieces of jewelry sparkled in the moonlight atop the coffee table.
186. Everything in the house seemed in order, but Charlie wondered if it had all just been a wild, confusing dream.
187. He nestled in close to his mom in her bed, feeling small and safe.
188. He never looked at high-heeled shoes in quite the same way again.
189. The next morning, Charlie found a crumpled wildflower from Vanessa’s blouse beside the couch—perhaps a lingering hint of a night he’d never fully explain.
190. But he knew, deep down, some dreams can be just a little bit real.

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