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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 6 year old Adrian going shopping alone for the first time with money his 22 year old mom gave him. She gave him $100. Browsing the aisles, he found what he wanted and still had some left over. As he was leaving, he was stopped by 43 year old Candace aka Candlelight. She was a homeless woman who had been softened by the harsh streets. Wearing her brown hair in a bun, she wore pink sunglasses, a pink tank top, short shorts and a pair of leather wedges with her purse on her shoulder. She was holding a cigarette and lighter in her hands as she knelt down to talk to Adrian. Please have Candace say the quote "Hey hon, can I have some money? Just wanted something to eat" Adrian handed some money to Candace accidentally dropping the rest of it on the ground. Candace wanted to show her appreciation by giving Adrian a hug. As Adrian hugged Candace, he felt dizzy. Opening his eyes, he realized he was wearing sunglasses and was taller. Removing the sunglasses, he saw the same tank top and the short shorts now on his body. He also saw the same shoes and noticed the same purse dangling off his shoulder. He was also holding the cigarettes and the lighter. Please have Adrian say the quote "Ew! Icky! I sound like a girl?" covering his mouth. He tossed the cigarettes and lighter in the purse and tossed the purse after going through the purse and finding only tampons and pads and bear spray and a taser. He then carefully took off the wedges and pulled his hair out of a bun deeming it all too girly. Checking his reflection in the mirror, he was shocked at how old he looked. Please have Adrian say the quote "I look like older than mommy" Adrian then saw his own body and started running towards it begging to swap back. Candace in Adrian's body refused and snapped her fingers. Adrian's memories instantly changed, matured and feminized until he only remembered being Candace. The new Candace was disoriented as she accidentally looked directly at the sun causing her to scream and put her arm over her eyes. Candace took a step forward before looking down in confusion. She noticed she was missing a lot of stuff. Spotting her things in the nearby parking lot, she ran over to them. She put her hair back up in a bun. She put her sunglasses back on. She then sat down and slipped her leather wedges back on her feet before kneeling down and picking up her purse throwing it over her shoulder. Please have Candace say the quote "Why did I take off my wedges and my purse? Could've lost my damn cigarettes then I would've been hella pissed off. For a homeless woman, I'm pretty fucking stupid sometimes" Candace then pulled out her lighter and one of her cigarettes lighting it up and smoking it. Candace then felt her stomach acting up and instinctively grabbed a tampon heading to the women's restroom and cleaning herself up. She then spotted the money that was formally hers from when she was Adrian and picked it up putting it in her purse. She then started strutting down the road for a place to sleep struggling in her wedges momentarily before gaining her footing having no memory of being a 5 year old named Adrian.
Once upon a time, in a bustling town filled with bustling stores and bustling people, a young boy named Adrian, all of six years old, ventured out on his first independent shopping trip. His mom, young and resourceful at 22, had given him a crisp $100 bill, entrusting him with a huge responsibility. Adrian, bright and eager, browsed the aisles of his favorite toy store with a maturity beyond his years, scoring the toy he had been eyeing for ages and still ended up with quite a bit of the money left. As he exited the toy store, clutching his precious toy and the remaining change, he noticed a woman halted in his path. She was 43-years-old and introduced herself as Candace, but the local folks knew her as Candlelight. Life on the streets had hardened her but hadn't stolen her charm. She wore an unkempt bun of mousy brown hair, pink sunglasses perched on her head, a weathered pink tank top, and short shorts. A pair of worn leather wedges graced her feet while a purse hang haphazardly off her shoulder. A cigarette and lighter were her only company as she stooped to meet Adrian's eyes. "Hey hon, can I have some money? Just wanted something to eat," Candace asked, her voice touching Adrian's innocent heart. He generously handed her some of his leftover change only to accidentally drop the rest in the process. Overwhelmed by his gesture, Candace gave the young boy a quick hug. Emerging from the embrace, a sudden wave of dizziness caught Adrian off guard. Blinking his eyes open, he was disoriented to find himself taller, wearing pink sunglasses, a tank top and shorts, and the worn-out leather wedges Candace was wearing a moment ago. He was even holding Candace's purse, cigarette, and lighter. "Ew! Icky! I sound like a girl?" Adrian exclaimed, his voice shockingly different as he covered his mouth. He immediately tossed the frightful items back into the purse, utterly disgusted by the feminine products he found - tampons, pads, a can of bear spray, and a taser. Flinging the purse away, he carefully unbuckled the wedges and yanked loose his hair from the bun, dismissing the effeminate look utterly. Catching a glimpse of his reflection in a storefront window, Adrian was alarmed at his matured features. He stuttered, "I...I look older than mommy!" An eerie realization hit him as he saw his original boyish figure standing where Candace was. Adrian dashed towards it, pleading with what he now recognized as his own young body occupied by Candace, for a reversal of their bodies. However, Candace, now in control of Adrian's body, gave a smug snap of her fingers, and Adrian's memories abruptly shifted, expanded, and adapted, until he found himself remembering only a life as Candace. Stumbling about her newfound old body, Candace was temporarily dazzled by the glaring sun. "Why did I take off my wedges and my purse? Could've lost my damn cigarettes then I would've been hella pissed off. For a homeless woman, I'm pretty fucking stupid sometimes," she mumbled to herself. After reassembling herself, she spotted Adrian's leftover change on the ground, swiftly collecting it and depositing it within her purse. Back into the life she was now familiar with, Candace spent her evening in the search for a warm, safe place to lay her head, adjusting to walking in wedges all over again as if the memory of a playful six-year-old named Adrian ever existed had been washed away.
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