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Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what he's wearing shoes included and what he sounds like as he walks home alone for the first time with permission from his young mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the boy be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone he was gonna to his mom and grandma when he went over to her house and his loving stuffed animal and his dog. Have him get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him look down realizing he's wearing a wedding dress and wedding sandals with a description of the dress not being a traditional wedding dress and sandals and have him doing something random with a description of what he's doing with his hands gripping random feminine wedding items with a description of the items. Have the boy look his body assuming he's still in his own body but just wearing girly clothes when he looks at his hands realizing his fingers are dainty and feminine. Have him look down at his chest realizing he actually has boobs and have him see his feminine sandals with his dainty feet. Include the woman's name, race not being white, what state in the US she's from, age being older than his aunt, birthday, birth year being older than his aunt, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and who she is and what she does for work if she has a job and who she's getting married to and who all is attending the wedding and who wasn't invited and where she's getting married and what she was doing before the boy possessed her body. Have the boy try to stand up looking at his new reflection when he stumbles in the sandals landing on the ground. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text before covering his mouth hearing his new womanly voice. Have him say how he wants to go home and have it be in quoted text unwillingly adding something scared a bride would say at the end. Have him squeeze his eyes shut as he realizes the swap is permanent.
In the freewheeling town of Tuscaloosa, Alabama, lived an imaginative and jolly 6-year-old boy named James Richardson. James was born on a sunny day on August 5th, 2018, and since then, his life had been an intriguing mix of cheerful tales. At a towering height of three and a half feet (about average for his age) and a weight of roughly 50 pounds, he was a sturdy and sturdy kid. His hair, an unruly cascade of dirty blonde, was cropped short, a testament to his aversion to haircuts. His eyes, reminiscent of a serene ocean, were blue and constantly glittering with untamed curiosity. James was proudly stepping out, wearing his favorite red T-shirt showcasing a graphic of his favored superhero Spiderman, blue shorts, and matching red sneakers that squeaked a little when he walkedâemphasizing his innocent kiddish gait. His youthful mother, Laura Richardson, born on January 15th, 1994, was a headstrong 30-year-old, standing at 5'6" and weighing about 140 pounds. She had brought up James single-handedly; his father, Sam O'Reilly, was a 31 years old man born on February 18th, 1993, who stood at 6'1" and weighed 180 pounds, he had left them early on upon realizing he wasn't prepared for parenthood. It hurt, but Laura was resilient, determined to provide the best for their child. James's auntâAmanda Richardson, was 38 years old, born on October 12th, 1986, held a towering height of 5'9" and weight of around 165 pounds. Alongside Aunt Amanda lived Uncle Mike, a year younger, born on November 30th, 1987. Mike was a man of athletic physique, weighing around 190 pounds, and had an imposing height of 6'3". James missed him because he was always away serving in the Army. His grandma, Patricia Richardson, was an endearing personality. Born on July 4th, 1954, she was 70 years old, who stood at about 5'5" and weighed around 160 pounds. She was James's partner in crime for all his little adventures. After experiencing the freedom of his first solo walk home, James couldn't wait to share stories with his mom and grandma, snuggle with his beloved stuffed dinosaur, and play with his loyal Border Collie, Max. Too tired yet exhilarated, he fell asleep on the couch instead of his usual bed. Suddenly, he jolted awake in the middle of the night. His initial confusion turned into a shock when he realized that instead of his pajamas, he was adorned in a unique wedding dress. It wasn't a traditional wedding dress, but a bohemian-style gown with soft lace and intricate detailing. His surprise doubled when he saw wedding sandals on his feetâelegant one strap champagne-colored sandals embellished with pearls and hints of gold. His hands clutched random feminine wedding itemsâa bouquet of wildflowers and a delicate tiara. His confusion rose to an unimaginable height when he found his hands were dainty, distinctly feminine. Looking down, his heartbeat raced wildly when he noticed a feminine chestâbreasts! His feet too seemed smaller, narrow, and the once tennis-socked feet were now bare in those wedding sandals. In that moment, he realized he wasn't in his own body any longer. He had somehow transformed into a woman named Gabriela Reyesâan afro-latina woman from San Francisco, California. Gabriela, born on August 25th, 1980, was 44 years old. She stood at 5'7" tall with an average weight of 160 pounds. Her naturally brown eyes shone brightly through her thick framed glasses. Her curly black hair styled in a gracefully loose bun with tendrils framing her face. Gabriela worked as an artist, creating beautiful paintings to be displayed at prestigious galleries. Today was her wedding day, and she was about to get married to her long-term partner, Lorenzo. The wedding's attendees were a perfect mix of family and friends but her estranged brother, Ben, was not invited due to personal disagreements. The ceremony was set to take place at the mesmerizing botanical gardens of Golden Gate Park. As James, now Gabriela attempted to stand up, he stumbled, not used to the towering sandals or his new body weight. He found himself landing softly on the ground, staring back at his reflection in the mirrorâa strange new face returned his stare. "I miss mommy," he whispered, voice choking up, only to clamp a hand over his mouth when a matured, womanly voice echoed in the room. He muttered again, this time with determination in his voice. "I want to go home," he insisted, his voice trailing, adding an almost whispered, "Something borrowed, something blue, something old, something new." Tears pricked his eyes as he realized the situation's permanency. Squeezing his eyes shut, he couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation washed over him in the unfamiliar room, wearing a wedding dress and sandals he never chose.
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