Title: "Transposed Reflections"

Prompt: As afternoon sunlight fought its way through the overcast sky, casting crooked shadows over an empty avenue, sixteen-year-old Alex was making his way home from school. The usually lively street was oddly deserted except for a peculiar pair of figures in the distance, meandering and faltering, their shadows swaying ominously onto the weatherworn pavement. Through drawn-out steps and squinted eyes, curiosity led Alex towards the spectacle. Each stride narrowing the distance revealed the figures to be a woman and a child. The woman cut an unsettling figure. Her gait a distinctive falter from a clubfoot, an irregular rocking motion ensnared her every few steps as if she was treading water rather than the worn pavement. Spittle gathered at the corners of her mouth, dribbling down, touched only by the whim of gravity, marred the rigidity of her visage. An incongruous expression of serenity and desperation painted her face, a tic twitching her cheek periodically. Her eyes, jaw-droppingly fixed upwards, exhibited only sclera so white it seemed almost ethereal, the pupils completely vanished from sight. Consuming horror rendered her countenance a grotesque stoic mask, denying reality with sublime denial. Frail, tiny fingers tightly clung to the ragged hem of the woman's dress. A child, hardly nine, whimpered softly, her dainty face quivering with fear and confusion. The distraught cries served as a punctuated metronome against the woman's steady hobble. Tears glistening in her eyes told a heartbreaking tale, providing an antithesis to her unknowing innocence. As Alex came within arm's reach of the pair, an unseen force lured him in. His adolescent curiosity compelled him to ask, "Are you okay, ma'am?" His voice, usually steady, wavered in the presence of the unknown. Before he could register her reaction fully, a grip of iron clasped his shoulders. Petrified, he stared into the woman's raised eyes, void of pupils, now flashing with a demonic red glow. A feeling of dread came over him, not from the frightful sight of the woman or her strange behaviour, but from an overriding sensation of unease creeping within his nerves. A brilliant flash of crimson pierced his vision, filling his mind with unimaginable terror. The intensity was such that the world around him seemed to wane, succumbing to the encroaching darkness.  His conscious thoughts vanished, his surroundings blurred until he sank helplessly into the comfortable abyss of unconsciousness. The last thing he remembered before the darkness took him was the fiery hue that illuminated the depths where her pupils should have been. Describe how Alex then woke up to the screams of that girl. He had a headache, apparently he hit his head on the ground when he passed out. When he tried to get up, he immediately realized that something was wrong. His body felt completely different and he was wearing skinny jeans, a blouse and sneakers of that woman. He was in her body, and his old body had long since disappeared somewhere.