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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 7 year old Trey at his 8 year old friend Roberto's house. Please have Trey be brown haired and brown eyed with a t-shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Please have Roberto be out with his aunt for a few days leaving Trey alone at the house with Roberto's 48 year old mom Josefina. Please have Josefina be black haired and brown eyed with her hair up in a bun, a pair of sunglasses on her face, a black large tank top as she was a larger woman, a pair of skintight short shorts and thong sandals with her hoop earrings and her wedding ring and her purse on her shoulder as well as her nails painted red. Please have Trey be watching TV upstairs as Josefina calls him downstairs. Please have Trey say the quote "Yes? Did you need help with anything?" smiling with his eyes beaming innocence. Please have Josefina say the quote "I have two questions. Do you mind coming to the store with me and what is my first name?" Please have Trey say the quote "Yes of course and your name is Josefina" Please have Josefina say the quote "That is correct sweetie" removing her sunglasses, her hoop earrings, her wedding, her purse and her thong sandals. Please have Josefina run up to Trey gripping his arms tightly scaring him. Please have Trey say the quote "Ow! That hurts! Please___ let a me go!" finishing the sentence in a voice and accent identical to Josefina scaring him. Please have Trey run to a nearby mirror feeling the new weight of his new body as the mounds on his chest bounced around as he looked in the mirror before cringing at his painted nails. Please have Trey say the quote "Please swap us back! I don't wanna be you! Not trying to be mean but I want my boy body back" in Josefina's accent and voice. Please have Josefina say the quote "Absolutely not happening. I'm not switching back with you ever. Your new name is Josefina and you are married with a husband. Finish getting ready for the grocery store. Put on your sunglasses, your purse, your hoop earrings, your wedding ring and your thong sandals right now!" Please have Trey worriedly rush to put the hoop earrings back in his ears, the sunglasses on his face, the wedding ring on his finger, the purse on his shoulder and the thong sandals on his new female feet cringing as he saw how female he looked with the painted nails on his toes. Please have Josefina say the quote "Now I wanna hear you say your name is Josefina and you are 48 years old and I'm to refer to you as ma'am or miss" Please have Trey try to say nothing but unwillingly say his name is Josefina and he's 48 years old and how Trey has to refer to him as ma'am or miss and have it be in quoted text. Please have Josefina say the quote "Now I wanna hear you compliment your son Roberto and say he's handsome and you love him but he won't be allowed to hang out with me anymore" Please have Trey try to say nothing but unwillingly say how much he loves his son Roberto and he's handsome but that Trey can't hang out with him anymore and have it be in quoted text. Please have Josefina say the quote "Now I wanna hear you compliment your wedding ring and your nails and your hoop earrings before talking about how you can't wait for your husband to get home" Please have Trey try to say nothing but unwillingly say how much he loves his wedding ring and the polish on his nails and his hoop earrings and how much he misses his husband and how much he loves him and have it be in quoted text. Please have Josefina say the quote "Now I wanna hear you lecture me for being white and American and not being Mexican like you and not knowing Spanish" Please have Trey try to do nothing but have him shun his own body for being white and American and not being Mexican like him and not knowing Spanish and have it be in quoted text. "Now I wanna see you stand up pulling the sunglasses down over your eyes and adjust the purse on your shoulder before walking toward me the way I always do before telling me to go home and to never come back and to never speak to your son again and that you will be telling your husband to deal with me if I come back" Please have Trey try to do nothing but unwillingly stand up pulling the sunglasses down over his eyes and adjusting the purse on his shoulder before walking towards his own body and have him tell his own body to go home and to never come back and to never speak to his son Roberto again and that he will telling his husband to deal with him if he comes back and have it be in quoted text. Please have Trey start crying as Josefina left him in his body as he realized he really was never swapping back into his own body ever again.
Once upon a time, in a homely neighborhood, a seven-year-old boy named Trey took temporary residence at his friend Roberto's house. Trey was a just-right kid, medium brown hair that stuck out at odd angles, and same-colored eyes, usually sparkling with mischief. On the surface, he looked nothing more than a typical seven-year-old boy, who loved his jeans, T-shirt, and his prized possession - light-up shoes. One day while at home, Roberto was away with his Aunty, and Trey was left all alone at the house under the watchful eyes of Roberto's mom, Josefina. Josefina was an all-round vibrant woman, 48 years of age. She was large in her presence and had a magnetic personality. With textured black hair knotted up in a bun, a black large tank top flattering her curves, and skintight short shorts, Josefina was unmistakably an authentic Mexican beauty. The silver glints of her hoop earrings, her wedding ring, the shine of her red painted nails, the purse adorning her shoulder, her thong sandals, and the sunglasses on her face made a striking image. On this particular day, Trey was lounging in the sanctity of the upstairs television room, when Josefina called him downstairs, "Trey, could you please come down? I need a word with you." Dutifully, Trey descended the stairs and approached, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "Yes? Did you need help with anything?" he asked politely. Josefina's lips curled into a tight smile, "I have two questions. Do you mind coming to the store with me and... what is my first name?" she queried in a playful tone. Deciding to play along, Trey flashed a quick smile, "Yes of course and your name is Josefina." Josefina chuckled, announcing, "That is correct, sweetie," as she removed her sunglasses, her hoop earrings, her wedding ring, her purse, and her thong sandals. In a mere moment of intense surprise, Josefina lunged at Trey, her hands gripping at his little arms in a tight grasp. His eyes widened in shock and fear as he cried out, "Ow! That hurts! Please…let me go!" The words that left his mouth terrified him, as they mimicked Josefina's accent perfectly. A wave of panic washed over him as he ran to a nearby mirror, his new, heavier silhouette reflecting on the surface. An involuntary cringe on his lips as his painted nails met his eyes. "Please, swap us back! I don't wanna be you! Not trying to be mean, but I want my boy body back!" His pleas fell on deaf ears as the voice and accent echoing in the room were Josefina's. Josefina, in Trey's body, smacked her newfound, thin lips together before wickedly replying, "Absolutely not happening. I'm not switching back with you ever. Your new name is Josefina and you are married with a husband. Finish getting ready for the grocery store. Put on your sunglasses, your purse, your hoop earrings, your wedding ring, and your thong sandals—right now!" Trey complied in fear, the clinks and movements foreign to his senses. Josefina cajoled him into uttering words which reverberated through the room, "My name is Josefina, I'm 48 years old, and you have to refer to me as ma'am or miss." It was followed by a string of compliments about Roberto, who he now was supposed to refer to as his son. With each compliment came another jolt of realization of the body shift that had taken place. At Josefina's continuing requests, Trey conceded to her whims, even going so far as shunning his previously adored body for its whiteness and American heritage, all the while, his speeches echoing in the room, the words forming a twisted reality. In the end, Josefina demanded that Trey shoo away his own body. Complying reluctantly, Trey recited, "Go home, and never come back. You can't speak to Roberto...my son, anymore. If you come back, my husband will deal with you." The reality of his situation finally hit him, and tears began to roll down his cheeks, staining his new skin. The echo of his plea filled the room; his voice was heavy with despair, his heart heavy with the shocking realization. He was Josefina now, and there was no turning back.
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