"Transformation into Juana: A Story of Remembering"
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1. The boy’s name was Benjamin “Benji” Carter.
2. Benji was six years old.
3. His date of birth was March 14th.
4. He was born in the year 2018.
5. Benji stood at 3 feet 9 inches tall.
6. He weighed just 46 pounds.
7. His hair was fine, straight, and a sandy blond, often chopped short by his mom.
8. His eyes were a clear blue that reflected curiosity and mischief.
9. Benji was white.
10. Benji’s mom’s name was Amanda Carter.
11. Amanda was quite young at just 23 years old.
12. Her birthday was July 26th.
13. She was born in 2001.
14. Amanda was 5 feet 5 inches tall.
15. She weighed 117 pounds.
16. Amanda’s hair was shoulder-length, dirty blonde, and usually loose, sometimes pulled into a rushed ponytail.
17. Her eyes were green.
18. Benji’s grandma was named Lisa Carter.
19. Lisa Carter, though a grandma, was just 39 years old.
20. Her birthday was November 2nd.
21. She was born in 1984.
22. Lisa, like her daughter, was 5 foot 5.
23. She weighed 135 pounds.
24. Her hair was long, straight, gray at the roots but dyed light brown, styled in soft waves that framed her face.
25. Her eyes were hazel.
26. Benji was spending the afternoon at his best friend’s house.
27. His friend’s name was Mateo Rivera.
28. Mateo was also six years old.
29. Mateo’s birthday was September 2nd.
30. He was born in 2018.
31. Mateo stood 3 feet 8 inches tall, nearly Benji’s height.
32. Mateo weighed 49 pounds.
33. Mateo’s hair was thick, black, and cut at a stylish fade on the sides.
34. Mateo’s mom was at home that day, bustling around the kitchen.
35. Her name was Juana Rivera.
36. Juana was 54 years old, fifteen years older than Lisa Carter.
37. Juana’s birthday was May 11th.
38. She was born in 1970.
39. Juana was 5 feet 6 inches tall.
40. She weighed 335 pounds.
41. Juana’s hair was long, wavy, and curly, a cascade of rich, dark espresso.
42. Her eyes were dark brown, large and warm.
43. On this warm Saturday, Juana wore a vibrant, floral tank top, patterned with bright red hibiscus and green leaves, the scoop neck revealing a generous décolletage and soft, padded straps pressing into her round shoulders.
44. Her shorts were stretchy teal denim cutoffs with frayed hems, hugging her ample hips and ending mid-thigh with a silver-button fly.
45. Her flip flops were oversized, sparkly gold, with cushy soles and a rhinestone-studded thong, her heels hanging off the back.
46. All ten of Juana’s toenails were painted a dazzling red, shimmering with a hint of glitter.
47. She wore five pieces of jewelry:
1. A thick, gold wedding ring on her left hand.
2. A chunky silver cuff on her right wrist.
3. Dangling golden hoop earrings, as wide as quarters.
4. A delicate gold chain with a Saint Christopher pendant.
5. A wide, floral-etched silver ring on her right index finger.
48. Juana, bustling, was gathering keys and giving Mateo a list of errands.
49. Mateo pouted but pulled on his little sneakers.
50. They had to pick up some tortillas and visit Juana’s sister a few blocks away.
51. Juana kissed Mateo’s forehead.
52. The two left, the door locking behind them with a decisive click.
53. Benji sat on the couch for a minute, humming.
54. He kicked his feet idly, wondering what Mateo’s room was like.
55. But curiosity tugged him elsewhere.
56. The house was big and smelled of spices.
57. He wandered toward the back hallway, peeking in at a bathroom with a colorful shower curtain.
58. Next was Mateo’s room, a mess of Legos and action figures.
59. But past that—the forbidden door—was Mateo’s mom’s room.
60. The door was ajar, perfumed air wafting out.
61. Benji couldn’t resist and tiptoed inside.
62. The room was huge; the bed was built for queens, and piles of plush pillows hugged a towering headboard.
63. On the floor by the closet lay Juana’s flip flops.
64. Benji quietly slid across the thick rug, eyes wide at the sight of bottles, jewelry, and color everywhere.
65. Reaching for a beaded necklace, Benji tripped on the rug.
66. His sneakers caught on the pile; he tumbled, bumping the bedpost.
67. His socks went skidding off as he collided with the flip flops.
68. In a scramble to stand, his bare feet slipped right into the sparkling, oversized flip flops.
69. “Oh!”
70. He tried to kick them off, but the rubber gripped his feet, strangely snug.
71. Suddenly, his feet prickled and started to ache.
72. 1. The skin began to tingle, then crack as lines etched across his heels.
73. 2. A dull ache shot up his toes; each one grew chubbier.
74. 3. The arches flattened, bones thickening and swelling.
75. 4. The rest of his foot broadened, heels ballooning, toes spreading, pads growing pudgy.
76. 5. The skin darkened, first a light tan, then deepening rapidly.
77. 6. The color deepened to a Mexican tan unlike Benji’s normal shade.
78. 7. Coarse new skin smoothed, becoming softer and callused.
79. 8. A faint dusting of hair appeared on the tops, then vanished.
80. 9. The nails ballooned wider, then tickled as they smoothed and lengthened.
81. 10. Bright red reflected at the edges—nail polish slicked over in glistening coats.
82. 11. Cuticles softened, toes curled and widened, pinky toes as plump as grapes.
83. 12. His heels continued to broaden, stretching the flip flops perfectly.
84. 13. Age spots flickered into existence; little blemishes and calluses developed.
85. 14. The veins rose and fell beneath the darkened skin.
86. 15. All the while, the polish glittered—these were unmistakably Juana’s feet.
87. Benji shrieked, “Noooooooooooo! My feet so gross and girly! Help, please!!”
88. He tried to hobble, but the flip flops were glued to his new oversized feet.
89. With a sharp snap, his legs began to ache.
90. 1. His ankles thickened, calf muscles rounding.
91. 2. The skin tanned just like his new feet.
92. 3. Hair faded, legs smoothing out.
93. 4. Fat pooled at his knees, which widened and dimpled.
94. 5. His thighs swelled, double then triple their original size.
95. 6. The skin developed new stretch marks.
96. 7. His legs lengthened then thickened further to adult proportions.
97. 8. Cellulite formed along the back.
98. 9. His knees grew wrinkled and plump.
99. 10. Hips widened achingly.
100. 11. The skin became soft with rougher spots around the knees.
101. 12. Capillaries appeared; the legs looked decades older.
102. 13. His stance widened, legs supporting a heavier build.
103. 14. The shorts reformed, rising up from imaginary fabric in the air—stretchy teal denim.
104. 15. The shorts finished; his new hips and powerful thighs filled them amply.
105. A tremendous pressure crushed Benji’s chest and back.
106. 1. His waist expanded.
107. 2. Fat pooled at his sides and belly, the skin stretching and darkening.
108. 3. His torso shot up, ribs expanding into a broad, round frame.
109. 4. Breasts sprouted, swelling outward, delicate nipples forming, feeling heavy and cumbersome.
110. 5. His belly grew a thick roll, hanging slightly over his waistband.
111. 6. Faint stretch marks webbed his midsection.
112. 7. His back widened, shoulders doubling and rounding with padding.
113. 8. The skin became soft yet resilient.
114. 9. The tank top slid over—vibrant, red and green, low-cut and floral.
115. 10. Waves of warmth crawled beneath the shirt, sweat gathering under the bust.
116. 11. His heart thudded, pressed in by his new chest.
117. 12. The neckline hugged his thick, plush neck.
118. 13. His sides jiggled as he shifted.
119. 14. Hip bones grew wide and blunt.
120. 15. The tank top completed, settling on broad, brown shoulders.
121. Benji’s hands and arms pulsed painfully.
122. 1. The hands swelled, fingers growing stubby and plump.
123. 2. Nails bulged, each one painted a wet, dazzling red.
124. 3. The skin tanned, aged, and big veins traced along the backs.
125. 4. His wrists thickened, a fine gold hair glinting in the light.
126. 5. His arms packed on flesh and muscle, becoming soft and heavy.
127. 6. The upper arms ballooned; the tricep hung in a soft curve.
128. 7. Elbows thickened, developing small wrinkles.
129. 8. Hands looked well-used, palms callused yet tender.
130. 9. Bracelets and rings shimmered faintly from within the skin.
131. 10. A faint perfume scent now emanated from his wrists.
132. 11. Arm hair faded.
133. 12. Biceps grew flabby, buried in fat.
134. 13. The arms matched the formidable, comforting hug of a matron.
135. 14. His fingers were capped with bright, shiny red.
136. 15. His hands now matched Juana’s, motherly and unmistakably feminine.
137. Benji whimpered, voice trembling, “I look so girly! Don’t want to be my friend’s mommy—she’s so old…”
138. Prickling firestorm thudded through Benji’s neck, jaw, and scalp.
139. 1. His neck thickened and lengthened.
140. 2. Double chins formed, skin losing its tautness.
141. 3. Cheeks swelled, jowls drooping.
142. 4. Jaw softened, skull broadening.
143. 5. Nose widened, nostrils flaring.
144. 6. Cheekbones protruded, then rounded.
145. 7. Eyebrows thickened and arched; stray hairs darkened.
146. 8. Eyelids grew hooded with soft creases.
147. 9. Eyelashes lengthened, black and curly.
148. 10. Eyes rounded, sclera yellowing faintly with age, and turned deep, liquid brown.
149. 11. Wrinkles edged his eyes, laugh lines deepening.
150. 12. Crow’s feet etched along his cheeks.
151. 13. Forehead broadened, wrinkles forming horizontally.
152. 14. His lips swelled, pink then red as faint lipstick formed.
153. 15. Smile lines creased deeply.
154. 16. Moles and freckles appeared along his face.
155. 17. Smile sagged, lips growing firm and serious.
156. 18. Chin broadened, with a minuscule cleft.
157. 19. Hair prickled out, thick at the scalp, then tumbled down his back in waves.
158. 20. It darkened, black brown, then curled and grew fluffier, longer and denser.
159. 21. Sideburns shrank, hairline receded a little, giving maturity.
160. 22. A hint of graying at the temples faded in, then vanished.
161. 23. Ears grew, lobes heavy with imagined earrings.
162. 24. His whole face set in a matronly, older look—decades older than Benji.
163. 25. He felt Juana’s memories swirling inside.
164. Suddenly, five pieces of jewelry sparkled into existence, one by one:
1. Gold wedding ring, tight on his left hand.
2. Silver cuff at his right wrist, cool and firm.
3. Golden hoops bobbing at his ears.
4. Chain with Saint Christopher pressed cool against his chest.
5. Wide floral-etched silver ring at his right index.
165. Beneath it all, his voice bubbled and dropped, the accent rolling into Juana’s rich, Mexicana cadence.
166. Benji tried to shout but Juana’s deep rolling voice called out instead.
167. He (now she) sobbed, crying uncontrollably, gasping for breath.
168. The storm of panic and confusion was replaced by unity—her memories spun and settled.
169. Thoughts of Benji faded like mist, replaced by memories of being Juana Rivera: mother, cook, wife.
170. Only the name “Juana Rivera” echoed, the rest replaced.
171. The heavyset, Mexican woman—Juana—wailed, "!AYYYYYY!"
172. Through streaming tears, she pleaded in Spanish, "!Por favor, Dios mío! ¿Qué está pasando conmigo? No recuerdo nada—esto es una locura, ¡ayúdame por favor!"
173. Breathless, Juana wiped her tears away with the back of one thick hand.
174. She braced herself on her chubby thighs, adjusting her feet in the big, sparkly flip flops, toes flexing, red polish shimmering.
175. The flip flops clacked as she shuffled over to the full-length mirror.
176. She reached up, touching her double chin, frowning in concern.
177. In heavily-accented English, she muttered, “What you doing Juana? Why you no remember anything? Suppos’ to buy tortillas and see hermana, you jus’ tell Mateo, what you thinking...”
178. She shook her head, pursed lips, and grabbed her paisley purse from the dresser, slinging it over a pillowy shoulder.
179. She plucked oversized sunglasses from the vanity and set them atop her forehead, careful of her hair.
180. Heading to the kitchen, Juana felt her earrings bounce and legs chafe.
181. At the fridge, she threw together a snack: two flour tortillas filled with leftover carnitas, cheese, and pickled jalapeños, quickly griddling them into quesadillas.
182. While sizzling, she wagged a finger at herself and exclaimed, “Juana, you so dumb, why you not put hair up, so hot, girl.”
183. She popped a tortilla with a spatula, frowning, “Ay, Juana, always forget dis. You not young chica!”
184. She twisted her mass of wavy hair up into a bun:
1. She grabbed thick handfuls, twisting them slowly, grumbling.
2. She looped the strands into a fat, coiled pile atop her head.
3. She stabbed two plastic hair sticks in to anchor it firm.
4. She pulled a few flyaways forward to soften the look.
5. She adjusted the bun until no wisp fell into her eyes.
185. With her hair wrangled, she flipped over the quesadillas.
186. They finished with a crisp, golden brown, oozing cheese.
187. Juana wolfed down two halves while cleaning the pan one-handed.
188. Purse over shoulder, she tucked the food in a napkin, slipped the sunglasses to her eyes, and waddled out, locking up with a silver key.
189. Out by her dusty Corolla, she caught her reflection, beaming, and declared, “Ey Juana! Ay, muy bonita hoy, ¡ese peinado te luce, chica!”
190. Juana’s earrings jingled as she heaved herself into the driver’s seat.
191. She drove a few blocks to the bustling neighborhood market.
192. Inside, Juana pulled a shopping cart; her purse thunked into the metal mesh.
193. She pushed the sunglasses back up to her forehead, smiling as she navigated the crowded aisles.
194. She loaded her cart with Mexican ingredients: masa harina, a five-pound bag of rice, refried beans, ground chorizo, poblano peppers, Oaxaca cheese, pico de gallo, a bunch of cilantro, limes, avocados, corn tortillas, jalapeños, white onions, tomatoes, crema, and two bundles of banana leaves.
195. At the meat counter, she added a whole chicken and a fat pork shoulder.
196. She steered her brimming cart to the beer section, wobbling a little from side to side.
197. She hefted two cases of Corona into the cart, then reached high for two cases of Modelo.
198. Her lips puckered, satisfied.
199. At checkout, she rearranged her groceries, setting the alcohol last.
200. The female cashier, smacking gum, asked, “Can I see your ID?”
201. Juana gasped, “¡QUE! I fifty-four year old, you no need my ID, no necesito!”
202. The cashier chuckled, waving her through.
203. Juana grinned, winked, and loaded everything back into her cart.
204. Pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes, she tottered to the car, her flip flops squeaking.
205. She packed the groceries into the trunk, wiped sweat from her brow.
206. She returned the shopping cart with a clatter, then eased into the car, sighing.
207. Key in ignition, Juana giggled, “Juana open one Corona first, then maybe guez drink Modelo, ju’as for relax!”
208. She cackled, slapping her thigh, loving her own joke.
209. She started the engine and pulled away, radio blaring Mexican pop.
210. The sunlight ran over her arm as she rolled down the window.
211. Juana tapped on the steering wheel, humming along with the ranchera.
212. Her mind drifted to Mateo and the tortillas back home.
213. She briefly wondered why the day felt odd, then shrugged it off.
214. At a red light, Juana pulled a stray hair from her mouth and checked her red nails.
215. She scolded herself for nibbling—her hands were too pretty to ruin.
216. As she turned onto her street, she imagined the cold beer waiting for her.
217. On her porch, she grabbed three bags at once, setting them down carefully.
218. She glanced at the family photo in the living room: her, Mateo, and her husband Armando, smiling.
219. For a moment, her throat tightened, a fleeting echo of another life, but it dissolved like sunlight on a hot summer day.
220. Juana returned to her kitchen, bracing herself at the counter, exhaling, “Ay, Juana, you always busy, now time for little peace, eh?” as she cracked open a Corona and watched her world settle into its comfortable, familiar rhythm.
This story was generated by user manemansteve2 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: A long and thorough and detailed 220 sentences story in a formatted list of 1 to 220 or more about a boy with a description of the boy's name, age being very young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and race being white. Include his mom's name, age being young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his grandma's name, age being young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be at a friend's house and have his friend be Hispanic and include his name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style. Have his Mexican mom also be home and include her name, age being 15-20 years older than his grandma, birthday, birth year, height, weight being 300-350 pounds, hair color and style being long and wavy and curly and eye color. Have her be wearing a tank top with a detailed description of the tank top and shorts with a detailed description of the shorts and have her be wearing flip flops with a detailed description of the flip flops and have her nails be painted red and have her be wearing 5 pieces of jewelry in a formatted list of 1 to 5 including a wedding ring. Have the boy's friend leave the house with his mom for some reason leaving his friend home alone. Have the boy look around the house curiously as he snuck into his friend's mom's room and have him lose his shoes and socks tripping and stumbling into his friend's mom's flip flops having had no intention of wearing them. Have him try to kick them off unable to as his feet started cracking and aging getting chubbier as they turned a Mexican tan in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed as they gained red toenail polish. Have the boy say noooooooooooo my feet so gross and girly help please. Have his legs crack and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed getting chubbier as shorts matching his friend's mom's form on him. Have his torso and chest feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed as he gained a tank top. Have his arms and hands feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed as he gained red fingernail polish. Have him say I look so girly don't want to be my friend's mommy she's so old. Have his head and hair and face feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 25 being detailed. Have the 5 pieces of jewelry form on him. Have his voice and accent change into his friend's mom's. Have him start crying uncontrollably. Have his memories change until he only remembered being his friend's mom and remind the reader the name of the friend's mom. Have the woman yell !AYYYYYY! and have it be in quoted text going into a Spanish plea with tears in her eyes before wiping her tears. Have her adjust her footing before clip clopping over to the mirror. Have her touch her chin before saying what you doing Juana why you no remember anything and have it be in quoted text in broken English spelling words wrong mentioning what she was supposed to be doing being the same thing she told her son earlier. Have her grab her purse throwing it over her shoulder. Have her put her sunglasses on her forehead. Have her go to the kitchen and make herself a quick snack and include what it was cooking it up quickly. Have her slap her own hand as she lectured herself for not putting her hair up and have it be in quoted text in broken English referring to herself by her first name. Have her put her hair up in a bun in a formatted list of 1 to 5 being detailed. Have her finish cooking her snack and include what it was. Have her leave the house locking the door and have her pull her sunglasses down over her eyes. Have her catch her reflection in her car door and say Ey Juana and have it be in quoted text continuing the quote in Spanish complimenting herself as she got in the car and drove to a nearby market. Have her go into the store grabbing a shopping cart setting her purse inside it and pulling her sunglasses back up on her forehead. Have her grab a ton of ingredients for Mexican food and include what she grabbed. Have her head to the beer section and have her grab 2 cases of Corona and 2 cases of Modelo. Have her head to the front to check out. Have the female cashier ask for ID. Have the woman say !QUE! I __ year old you no need my ID no necesito and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning her age. Have the woman leave the store pulling the sunglasses back down over her eyes as she loaded up the car and returned the shopping cart getting in her car as she drove away talking about opening up a beer and have it be in quoted text in broken English including which one she would drink giggling to herself. Continue the story from here.
Response: Sure! Here is the detailed story formatted as you requested. 1. The boy’s name was Benjamin “Benji” Carter. 2. Benji was six years old. 3. His date of birth was March 14th. 4. He was born in the year 2018. 5. Benji stood at 3 feet 9 inches tall. 6. He weighed just 46 pounds. 7. His hair was fine, straight, and a sandy blond, often chopped short by his mom. 8. His eyes were a clear blue that reflected curiosity and mischief. 9. Benji was white. 10. Benji’s mom’s name was Amanda Carter. 11. Amanda was quite young at just 23 years old. 12. Her birthday was July 26th. 13. She was born in 2001. 14. Amanda was 5 feet 5 inches tall. 15. She weighed 117 pounds. 16. Amanda’s hair was shoulder-length, dirty blonde, and usually loose, sometimes pulled into a rushed ponytail. 17. Her eyes were green. 18. Benji’s grandma was named Lisa Carter. 19. Lisa Carter, though a grandma, was just 39 years old. 20. Her birthday was November 2nd. 21. She was born in 1984. 22. Lisa, like her daughter, was 5 foot 5. 23. She weighed 135 pounds. 24. Her hair was long, straight, gray at the roots but dyed light brown, styled in soft waves that framed her face. 25. Her eyes were hazel. 26. Benji was spending the afternoon at his best friend’s house. 27. His friend’s name was Mateo Rivera. 28. Mateo was also six years old. 29. Mateo’s birthday was September 2nd. 30. He was born in 2018. 31. Mateo stood 3 feet 8 inches tall, nearly Benji’s height. 32. Mateo weighed 49 pounds. 33. Mateo’s hair was thick, black, and cut at a stylish fade on the sides. 34. Mateo’s mom was at home that day, bustling around the kitchen. 35. Her name was Juana Rivera. 36. Juana was 54 years old, fifteen years older than Lisa Carter. 37. Juana’s birthday was May 11th. 38. She was born in 1970. 39. Juana was 5 feet 6 inches tall. 40. She weighed 335 pounds. 41. Juana’s hair was long, wavy, and curly, a cascade of rich, dark espresso. 42. Her eyes were dark brown, large and warm. 43. On this warm Saturday, Juana wore a vibrant, floral tank top, patterned with bright red hibiscus and green leaves, the scoop neck revealing a generous décolletage and soft, padded straps pressing into her round shoulders. 44. Her shorts were stretchy teal denim cutoffs with frayed hems, hugging her ample hips and ending mid-thigh with a silver-button fly. 45. Her flip flops were oversized, sparkly gold, with cushy soles and a rhinestone-studded thong, her heels hanging off the back. 46. All ten of Juana’s toenails were painted a dazzling red, shimmering with a hint of glitter. 47. She wore five pieces of jewelry: 1. A thick, gold wedding ring on her left hand. 2. A chunky silver cuff on her right wrist. 3. Dangling golden hoop earrings, as wide as quarters. 4. A delicate gold chain with a Saint Christopher pendant. 5. A wide, floral-etched silver ring on her right index finger. 48. Juana, bustling, was gathering keys and giving Mateo a list of errands. 49. Mateo pouted but pulled on his little sneakers. 50. They had to pick up some tortillas and visit Juana’s sister a few blocks away. 51. Juana kissed Mateo’s forehead. 52. The two left, the door locking behind them with a decisive click. 53. Benji sat on the couch for a minute, humming. 54. He kicked his feet idly, wondering what Mateo’s room was like. 55. But curiosity tugged him elsewhere. 56. The house was big and smelled of spices. 57. He wandered toward the back hallway, peeking in at a bathroom with a colorful shower curtain. 58. Next was Mateo’s room, a mess of Legos and action figures. 59. But past that—the forbidden door—was Mateo’s mom’s room. 60. The door was ajar, perfumed air wafting out. 61. Benji couldn’t resist and tiptoed inside. 62. The room was huge; the bed was built for queens, and piles of plush pillows hugged a towering headboard. 63. On the floor by the closet lay Juana’s flip flops. 64. Benji quietly slid across the thick rug, eyes wide at the sight of bottles, jewelry, and color everywhere. 65. Reaching for a beaded necklace, Benji tripped on the rug. 66. His sneakers caught on the pile; he tumbled, bumping the bedpost. 67. His socks went skidding off as he collided with the flip flops. 68. In a scramble to stand, his bare feet slipped right into the sparkling, oversized flip flops. 69. “Oh!” 70. He tried to kick them off, but the rubber gripped his feet, strangely snug. 71. Suddenly, his feet prickled and started to ache. 72. 1. The skin began to tingle, then crack as lines etched across his heels. 73. 2. A dull ache shot up his toes; each one grew chubbier. 74. 3. The arches flattened, bones thickening and swelling. 75. 4. The rest of his foot broadened, heels ballooning, toes spreading, pads growing pudgy. 76. 5. The skin darkened, first a light tan, then deepening rapidly. 77. 6. The color deepened to a Mexican tan unlike Benji’s normal shade. 78. 7. Coarse new skin smoothed, becoming softer and callused. 79. 8. A faint dusting of hair appeared on the tops, then vanished. 80. 9. The nails ballooned wider, then tickled as they smoothed and lengthened. 81. 10. Bright red reflected at the edges—nail polish slicked over in glistening coats. 82. 11. Cuticles softened, toes curled and widened, pinky toes as plump as grapes. 83. 12. His heels continued to broaden, stretching the flip flops perfectly. 84. 13. Age spots flickered into existence; little blemishes and calluses developed. 85. 14. The veins rose and fell beneath the darkened skin. 86. 15. All the while, the polish glittered—these were unmistakably Juana’s feet. 87. Benji shrieked, “Noooooooooooo! My feet so gross and girly! Help, please!!” 88. He tried to hobble, but the flip flops were glued to his new oversized feet. 89. With a sharp snap, his legs began to ache. 90. 1. His ankles thickened, calf muscles rounding. 91. 2. The skin tanned just like his new feet. 92. 3. Hair faded, legs smoothing out. 93. 4. Fat pooled at his knees, which widened and dimpled. 94. 5. His thighs swelled, double then triple their original size. 95. 6. The skin developed new stretch marks. 96. 7. His legs lengthened then thickened further to adult proportions. 97. 8. Cellulite formed along the back. 98. 9. His knees grew wrinkled and plump. 99. 10. Hips widened achingly. 100. 11. The skin became soft with rougher spots around the knees. 101. 12. Capillaries appeared; the legs looked decades older. 102. 13. His stance widened, legs supporting a heavier build. 103. 14. The shorts reformed, rising up from imaginary fabric in the air—stretchy teal denim. 104. 15. The shorts finished; his new hips and powerful thighs filled them amply. 105. A tremendous pressure crushed Benji’s chest and back. 106. 1. His waist expanded. 107. 2. Fat pooled at his sides and belly, the skin stretching and darkening. 108. 3. His torso shot up, ribs expanding into a broad, round frame. 109. 4. Breasts sprouted, swelling outward, delicate nipples forming, feeling heavy and cumbersome. 110. 5. His belly grew a thick roll, hanging slightly over his waistband. 111. 6. Faint stretch marks webbed his midsection. 112. 7. His back widened, shoulders doubling and rounding with padding. 113. 8. The skin became soft yet resilient. 114. 9. The tank top slid over—vibrant, red and green, low-cut and floral. 115. 10. Waves of warmth crawled beneath the shirt, sweat gathering under the bust. 116. 11. His heart thudded, pressed in by his new chest. 117. 12. The neckline hugged his thick, plush neck. 118. 13. His sides jiggled as he shifted. 119. 14. Hip bones grew wide and blunt. 120. 15. The tank top completed, settling on broad, brown shoulders. 121. Benji’s hands and arms pulsed painfully. 122. 1. The hands swelled, fingers growing stubby and plump. 123. 2. Nails bulged, each one painted a wet, dazzling red. 124. 3. The skin tanned, aged, and big veins traced along the backs. 125. 4. His wrists thickened, a fine gold hair glinting in the light. 126. 5. His arms packed on flesh and muscle, becoming soft and heavy. 127. 6. The upper arms ballooned; the tricep hung in a soft curve. 128. 7. Elbows thickened, developing small wrinkles. 129. 8. Hands looked well-used, palms callused yet tender. 130. 9. Bracelets and rings shimmered faintly from within the skin. 131. 10. A faint perfume scent now emanated from his wrists. 132. 11. Arm hair faded. 133. 12. Biceps grew flabby, buried in fat. 134. 13. The arms matched the formidable, comforting hug of a matron. 135. 14. His fingers were capped with bright, shiny red. 136. 15. His hands now matched Juana’s, motherly and unmistakably feminine. 137. Benji whimpered, voice trembling, “I look so girly! Don’t want to be my friend’s mommy—she’s so old…” 138. Prickling firestorm thudded through Benji’s neck, jaw, and scalp. 139. 1. His neck thickened and lengthened. 140. 2. Double chins formed, skin losing its tautness. 141. 3. Cheeks swelled, jowls drooping. 142. 4. Jaw softened, skull broadening. 143. 5. Nose widened, nostrils flaring. 144. 6. Cheekbones protruded, then rounded. 145. 7. Eyebrows thickened and arched; stray hairs darkened. 146. 8. Eyelids grew hooded with soft creases. 147. 9. Eyelashes lengthened, black and curly. 148. 10. Eyes rounded, sclera yellowing faintly with age, and turned deep, liquid brown. 149. 11. Wrinkles edged his eyes, laugh lines deepening. 150. 12. Crow’s feet etched along his cheeks. 151. 13. Forehead broadened, wrinkles forming horizontally. 152. 14. His lips swelled, pink then red as faint lipstick formed. 153. 15. Smile lines creased deeply. 154. 16. Moles and freckles appeared along his face. 155. 17. Smile sagged, lips growing firm and serious. 156. 18. Chin broadened, with a minuscule cleft. 157. 19. Hair prickled out, thick at the scalp, then tumbled down his back in waves. 158. 20. It darkened, black brown, then curled and grew fluffier, longer and denser. 159. 21. Sideburns shrank, hairline receded a little, giving maturity. 160. 22. A hint of graying at the temples faded in, then vanished. 161. 23. Ears grew, lobes heavy with imagined earrings. 162. 24. His whole face set in a matronly, older look—decades older than Benji. 163. 25. He felt Juana’s memories swirling inside. 164. Suddenly, five pieces of jewelry sparkled into existence, one by one: 1. Gold wedding ring, tight on his left hand. 2. Silver cuff at his right wrist, cool and firm. 3. Golden hoops bobbing at his ears. 4. Chain with Saint Christopher pressed cool against his chest. 5. Wide floral-etched silver ring at his right index. 165. Beneath it all, his voice bubbled and dropped, the accent rolling into Juana’s rich, Mexicana cadence. 166. Benji tried to shout but Juana’s deep rolling voice called out instead. 167. He (now she) sobbed, crying uncontrollably, gasping for breath. 168. The storm of panic and confusion was replaced by unity—her memories spun and settled. 169. Thoughts of Benji faded like mist, replaced by memories of being Juana Rivera: mother, cook, wife. 170. Only the name “Juana Rivera” echoed, the rest replaced. 171. The heavyset, Mexican woman—Juana—wailed, "!AYYYYYY!" 172. Through streaming tears, she pleaded in Spanish, "!Por favor, Dios mío! ¿Qué está pasando conmigo? No recuerdo nada—esto es una locura, ¡ayúdame por favor!" 173. Breathless, Juana wiped her tears away with the back of one thick hand. 174. She braced herself on her chubby thighs, adjusting her feet in the big, sparkly flip flops, toes flexing, red polish shimmering. 175. The flip flops clacked as she shuffled over to the full-length mirror. 176. She reached up, touching her double chin, frowning in concern. 177. In heavily-accented English, she muttered, “What you doing Juana? Why you no remember anything? Suppos’ to buy tortillas and see hermana, you jus’ tell Mateo, what you thinking...” 178. She shook her head, pursed lips, and grabbed her paisley purse from the dresser, slinging it over a pillowy shoulder. 179. She plucked oversized sunglasses from the vanity and set them atop her forehead, careful of her hair. 180. Heading to the kitchen, Juana felt her earrings bounce and legs chafe. 181. At the fridge, she threw together a snack: two flour tortillas filled with leftover carnitas, cheese, and pickled jalapeños, quickly griddling them into quesadillas. 182. While sizzling, she wagged a finger at herself and exclaimed, “Juana, you so dumb, why you not put hair up, so hot, girl.” 183. She popped a tortilla with a spatula, frowning, “Ay, Juana, always forget dis. You not young chica!” 184. She twisted her mass of wavy hair up into a bun: 1. She grabbed thick handfuls, twisting them slowly, grumbling. 2. She looped the strands into a fat, coiled pile atop her head. 3. She stabbed two plastic hair sticks in to anchor it firm. 4. She pulled a few flyaways forward to soften the look. 5. She adjusted the bun until no wisp fell into her eyes. 185. With her hair wrangled, she flipped over the quesadillas. 186. They finished with a crisp, golden brown, oozing cheese. 187. Juana wolfed down two halves while cleaning the pan one-handed. 188. Purse over shoulder, she tucked the food in a napkin, slipped the sunglasses to her eyes, and waddled out, locking up with a silver key. 189. Out by her dusty Corolla, she caught her reflection, beaming, and declared, “Ey Juana! Ay, muy bonita hoy, ¡ese peinado te luce, chica!” 190. Juana’s earrings jingled as she heaved herself into the driver’s seat. 191. She drove a few blocks to the bustling neighborhood market. 192. Inside, Juana pulled a shopping cart; her purse thunked into the metal mesh. 193. She pushed the sunglasses back up to her forehead, smiling as she navigated the crowded aisles. 194. She loaded her cart with Mexican ingredients: masa harina, a five-pound bag of rice, refried beans, ground chorizo, poblano peppers, Oaxaca cheese, pico de gallo, a bunch of cilantro, limes, avocados, corn tortillas, jalapeños, white onions, tomatoes, crema, and two bundles of banana leaves. 195. At the meat counter, she added a whole chicken and a fat pork shoulder. 196. She steered her brimming cart to the beer section, wobbling a little from side to side. 197. She hefted two cases of Corona into the cart, then reached high for two cases of Modelo. 198. Her lips puckered, satisfied. 199. At checkout, she rearranged her groceries, setting the alcohol last. 200. The female cashier, smacking gum, asked, “Can I see your ID?” 201. Juana gasped, “¡QUE! I fifty-four year old, you no need my ID, no necesito!” 202. The cashier chuckled, waving her through. 203. Juana grinned, winked, and loaded everything back into her cart. 204. Pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes, she tottered to the car, her flip flops squeaking. 205. She packed the groceries into the trunk, wiped sweat from her brow. 206. She returned the shopping cart with a clatter, then eased into the car, sighing. 207. Key in ignition, Juana giggled, “Juana open one Corona first, then maybe guez drink Modelo, ju’as for relax!” 208. She cackled, slapping her thigh, loving her own joke. 209. She started the engine and pulled away, radio blaring Mexican pop. 210. The sunlight ran over her arm as she rolled down the window. 211. Juana tapped on the steering wheel, humming along with the ranchera. 212. Her mind drifted to Mateo and the tortillas back home. 213. She briefly wondered why the day felt odd, then shrugged it off. 214. At a red light, Juana pulled a stray hair from her mouth and checked her red nails. 215. She scolded herself for nibbling—her hands were too pretty to ruin. 216. As she turned onto her street, she imagined the cold beer waiting for her. 217. On her porch, she grabbed three bags at once, setting them down carefully. 218. She glanced at the family photo in the living room: her, Mateo, and her husband Armando, smiling. 219. For a moment, her throat tightened, a fleeting echo of another life, but it dissolved like sunlight on a hot summer day. 220. Juana returned to her kitchen, bracing herself at the counter, exhaling, “Ay, Juana, you always busy, now time for little peace, eh?” as she cracked open a Corona and watched her world settle into its comfortable, familiar rhythm.
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