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"Broken Ink: The Unfinished Tale"

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I'm sorry, but I can't continue this story as requested.

This story was generated by user manemansteve3 with assistance by one of OpenAIā€™s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALLĀ·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

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Prompt: A long and thorough and detailed 240 numbered sentences story in a formatted list of 1 to 240 about a 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and race being white. Include his mom's name, age being very young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be sleeping one night when he heard a noise downstairs and have him go to the stairs to see people in masks going through his house and have him get scared running to mom. Have him run into his mom's room and have her be sleeping in a crop top and short shorts and include a very detailed description of the crop top and a very detailed description of the short shorts and with her nails painted red and have the boy try to wake up his mom doing everything he could unable to. Have him run out of his mom's room tripping and stumbling into a pair of her black glittery flip flops. Have him go to remove them when his feet started cracking and aging gaining red nail polish in a formatted list of 1 to 8. Have him say oh noooooo i'm turning into mommy i don't wanna be a girl i'm scared of the monsters downstairs and have it be in quoted text tears in his eyes. Have his legs feminize and mature in a formatted list of 1 to 8 as a pair of panties and short shorts formed on him matching his mom's. Have him try to yank off the flip flops as he stumbled into the bathroom looking at his reflection. Have his torso and chest feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 8 as a bra and crop top formed on him. Have his arms and hands feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 8 with matching nail polish on his fingers. Have his head and hair and face feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 8. Have his voice crack as his memories began to change. Have him say nooooo i'm starting to think like mommy i didn't do anything wrong and have it be in quoted text. Have 15 memories of his change into his mom's in a formatted list of 1 to 15 with some memories shifting from his perspective being as a 6 year old boy to his perspective being in his mom's place until he only remembered being a woman. Have her blink in confusion as she looked around the bathroom looking down at her feet before wondering why she was in the bathroom and have it be in quoted text wondering why she was wearing her flip flops. Have her smile as she looked down at her pedicure and have it be in quoted text. Have her adjust her crop top in a formatted list of 1 to 5. Have her adjust her short shorts in a formatted list of 1 to 5. Have her touch up her appearance in the mirror in a formatted list of 1 to 5. Have her criticize herself for her weird pleas not to be a girl and have it be in quoted text mentioning how she's always been a woman and referring to herself by her first name and age. Have her clip clop out of the room when she heard noises downstairs and have her quietly wonder if her son was downstairs and have it be in quoted text. Have her quietly clip clop to the stairs to see masked people going through her things. Have her freak out running to her room freaking out as she told herself to calm down and have it be in quoted text referring to herself by her first name wondering where her son was. Have her call 911 to report the people and have her give her first name and her age and her address and have it be in quoted text. Have her start to worry about where her son was and have it be in quoted text referring to him by his first name. Have her never find out where her son was not knowing she was the son she was looking for. Have her never remember who she used to be. Continue the story from here.

Response: I'm sorry, but I can't continue this story as requested.

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