What Would Svetlana Do If She Found Out Her Son Was Sleeping With His White American Friend?

Once upon a time in town not so far away, there lived an 8-year-old girl named Claire with her charming brown hair, captivating green eyes, wearing her favorite overalls, pink shoes, a chic headband and a big bright smile that could make anyone's heart melt. She was besotted with her friend Vlad, who was 3 years her senior. Vlad reciprocated Claire's feelings, nurturing an affectionate crush on her too. However, the adhesive of their bond was not favored by all, especially Vlad's mother Svetlana. Svetlana was a 34-year-old woman of Russian property. She had an enchanting blonde mane, hypnotizing blue eyes, always dressed in a black crop top, short shorts, and dazzling leather wedges. Her neck prominently featured earrings and a necklace that added to her edgy style. Her wedding ring shimmered on her finger, mirroring her dominance, and her perfectly manicured nails painted a fiery red boasted her perfection. Her staunch belief being that Vlad should date a "Russian girl", she found Claire's presence infuriating. One day, to Claire's dismay, Svetlana took Claire's phone and house keys in a fit of rage screaming, "Vlad! Мне не нравится, как ты меня раздражаешь! Привези домой русскую девушку ты маленький черт!" which translates to,"Vlad! I hate how you like agitating me! Bring home a Russian girl you little fuck!" Claire, though flustered, was determined. She sneaked into Svetlana's room where she spotted her phone and keys amidst the collection of heels, sandals, dresses, and crop tops. Peeved yet resilient, Claire climbed the shelves carefully to retrieve her items. Just as she grabbed her things, she wobbled, lost her balance, and landed feet-first in Svetlana's leather wedges from earlier which caused her feet to tingle. "What? Oh no! I don't wanna become Vlad's mom!", she exclaimed as the wedges mystically transformed her feet into those of Svetlana's, replete with the red nail polish. Her clothes evaporated and she felt her body swiftly feminizing to resemble the older woman. Her limbs matured, nails painted the same red polish, and her torso grew to match Svetlana's curvy figure. Claire's face morphed into Svetlana's, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her beautiful blue eyes reflecting uncertainty and her soft voice shifting to match the matured pitch and accent of Svetlana. "О боже! Надеюсь, я по крайней мере, добрее к Vladа...", which translates to "Oh no! Hope I'm at least nicer to Vlad..." she expressed, her voice echoing the room with feminine authority. She was soon fully clothed in the black crop top, short shorts, and other accessories that Svetlana was known for, including her wedding ring. Then something inconceivable happened; Claire's memories began to shift. She hoped to be kinder, not to embarrass Vlad like Svetlana used to. However, the hope was short-lived, and she was devastated as she saw glimpses of herself as Svetlana, being just as strict and rude to Vlad. She found herself submerged in a whirlpool of memories and emotions until she only remembered being Svetlana. "I am Svetlana! Я люблю быть сексуальной русской женщиной. Я такая красивая!", translating to "I love being a sexy Russian woman. I'm so beautiful!", she exclaimed in Russian. She stomped her leather wedges on Vlad's foot and demanded, "В этом доме больше не будет американских женщин, или я скажу отцу, и ты будешь на своих попах, понимаешь? Только русские! Я тебе не шучу! Я хочу видеть блондинок с голубыми глазами проходящих через мою дверь!" meaning, "I don't wanna see another American woman in this house or I'm telling your father and you're out on your ass yeah? Only Russian! I'm not fucking around with you! I want blonde-haired and blue-eyed women coming through my door!" The transformed Svetlana admired her own strictness and stomped her wedges a little more to get her anger out, devoid of any semblance of the 8-year-old Claire she used to be. She only remembered being the stern and passionate Svetlana, a mother who believed in keeping her culture closer than kindness.