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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking home alone for the first time when he gets home and the house is completely empty. Have him sit down on the couch and blink only to suddenly find himself sitting somewhere less nice. Have him look down to notice he's in a more mature body. Have him realize he's a woman wearing a revealing outfit barefoot with accessories and makeup and painted nails but covered in bruises, cuts and marks and have something be extremely sprained revealing what it was with a description of the outfit. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color possibly being dyed and style and eye color and what state she's from and what she was doing just seconds ago and what she does. Have a male grab the boy's new female feet shoving a pair of some kind of women's shoes on his feet. Have the shoes be skimpy and open toed. Have the boy in the woman's body jerk and unwillingly complain about how uncomfortable the shoes are demanding a different pair and have it be in quoted text mentioning another skimpy pair of shoes by name and cussing. Reveal who the male is to the girl, his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have the man tell the woman she don't get to pick what shoes she gets and to shut up and have it be in quoted text pulling her off the ground and shoving a pair on her shoulder. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy so much and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy unwillingly adjust the outfit and purse in a feminine way before leaving and going and unhappily starting his new life.
Once upon a time, in the picturesque town of Greenfield, Indiana, there lived a spirited little boy named Benjamin "Benny" Carter. He was born on August 12, 2015, making him six years old. Benny was a healthy weight for his age, 45 pounds, and stood at 3 feet 9 inches tall. His hair was a vibrant shade of copper, swept to the side in a style he liked to refer to as his "superhero hair" and his eyes were a striking sea-green. His young mother, a vivacious woman named Amanda Carter, was only 24, born November 8, 1997. Amanda stood at 5 feet 4 inches, weighing 120 pounds with a slender built. She had hair as fiery as her son's, a striking copper mane which she usually wore in a loose bun, and eyes as blue as the open sky. Benny's young father, James Carter, was no longer in their lives. The 28-year-old tall gent, born on December 20, 1993, was 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighed about 180 pounds, and had jet-black hair that was always swept back neatly, and deep brown eyes, reminiscent of melted chocolate. The family also included Amanda's younger sister, Benny's youthful Aunt Emily, aged 22, born February 7, 2000. She was of similar built to Amanda, weighing 115 pounds and standing at 5 feet 3 inches tall. Emily's hair was a golden honey blonde color, usually worn in soft waves, and her eyes were a mix of blue and green. Their Uncle Charles, on James' side, was too busy to offer much assistance. The 30-year-old, born June 26, 1992, was 6 feet tall, weighing approximately 175 pounds, with short wavy hair and keen hazel eyes. Living with them was Benny’s grandmother, Grace, from Amanda's side. Grace was 60, born on September 15, 1962. She was a petite woman of 5 feet 2 inches, weighing around 140 pounds, with silvering hair styled short and curly, and twinkling blue eyes mirroring years of wisdom and love. One chilly day in November, Benny found himself walking home alone for the first time. The house seemed eerily quiet. He perched himself nervously on the cream couch, blinking heavily. Suddenly, his surroundings didn’t feel as comfortable. Looking down, Benny was shocked, he found himself housed in a much more mature body. He was now in the body of a woman named Isabel Martinez. Isabel was 28, born on March 16, 1994. She was of medium height at 5 feet 5 inches and weighed 130 pounds. Her originally raven-colored hair was dyed a deep burgundy, styled in messy loose curls over her shoulders. Her eyes were a piercing brown color, matching her daring aura. Isabel was from the more chaotic state of Nevada and was an exotic dancer. Isabel was wearing a low-cut, short sequin dress that showed more skin than covered, with matching accessories, heavy makeup, and painted nails but was covered in alarming bruises, cuts, and marks. Her left ankle was sprained terribly. Suddenly a hand grabbed her -- oh, his? -- right foot, shoving a pair of skimpy, open-toed stiletto heels onto his feet. He recoiled instinctively, giving voice to "Isabel's" discomfort, "Fuck! These are unbearable, get me the Flamingo-809s!" The man at his feet was Jose Hernandez, pint-sized (5 feet 4 inches) in comparison to his bulky 240-pounds stature, a regular at the place Isabel worked. He was just over mid-thirty, born December 5, 1987, with slicked-back raven-colored hair that lay flat against his tanned complexion. His eyes mirrored his hair color, but there was a hardness in them, unlike any Benny had ever seen. “No, you don’t get to pick your shoes. Just shut it, Isabel.” Jose’s voice cut through Benny's sudden outburst as he dragged him to his feet again, strapping a bag on his shoulder. The bag bit onto his shoulder, and the stilettos bit onto his feet, but he stood straight, adjusting the dress and bag like he watched Amanda do countless times. With a deep sigh, Benny mumbled wistfully, "I'm going to miss you so much, mommy," hoping she could hear him across realities. He knew he couldn't fight it, he was here to stay. Benny, trapped inside Isabel, squared his new shoulders and made his way out of the room to start a life none of us could ever imagine.
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