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Question: Write me a story the way I type about a random 6 year old girl with a description of what state the girl is in, what she looks like, what she sounds like, what she's wearing and what she's doing when she goes to bed. Have her wake up the next day in a tent in the body of a homeless woman in Pennsylvania with a description of what the woman's name ends up being, her hairstyle, have the little girl now be older than someone she's knows she's supposed to be younger than and include that person's age, a woman's outfit with a description of what outfit or where she found it and feminine shoes with a description on the type of shoes and where she found them, sunglasses and where she got them from, feminine accessories scattered around the tent and where she found them, and what she sounds like as the girl innocently has no idea what's going on feeling awkward in the new body and include a purse or backpack in the tent with a description on where the purse or backpack and tent came from or were found and what feminine things and old photos of the woman as a little girl, and photos of her kids if she had any and her boyfriend or husband and other family members of hers and other stuff that is inside the purse or backpack and snacks possibly adult substances and drinks possibly adult beverages if any with descriptions of the food and drinks and where they are from. Please have the girl say the quote "I miss big brother so much and mommy! Where am I?" in the woman's voice. The swap is permanent and the girl is sad and missing her family that is probably still in her home state not even aware she is gone.
Once upon a time in the heat of Arizona lived a cherubic 6-year-old named Emma. Her radiant blue eyes had the depth of the ocean and her golden hair flowed down to her tiny waist like a cascade of sunlight. She had a lisp, which gave her speech an endearing quality. On this particular evening, she was wearing her favorite pink pyjama set with ballet slippers imprinted on it. As was her nightly routine, she brushed her teeth, cradled her teddy, hugged her mother goodnight, and went to sleep... praying for her 'big-brother John', who was 16 and away in college. When she stirred awake the next morning, the world around her was anything but familiar. She found herself in a tent, not in her cozy room, but in the biting cold of Pennsylvania. Bewildered, she looked down to find she was occupying the body of a woman, whom she realized was named Joyce from an old ID in a tattered backpack near her bedroll. Joyce had a wild mane of curly flaming red hair, contrasting her former golden locks. In addition to being in a new body, the most disconcerting thing was that she was clearly older now, even older than her big brother, a fact she discerned from an old photograph of Joyce next to a '40th Birthday' balloon. The confusion was palpifying. Clothing herself, Emma - now Joyce - found a moth-eaten coat with seams threatening to unravel and an old floral sundress from the flimsy clothesline within the tent. She paired them with a pair of worn-out turquoise Converse, which were stashed beneath her lumpy bedroll. For a touch of glamor, she picked up a dusty pair of moth-bitten sunglasses abandoned in a cracked biscuit tin. There were baubles scattered throughout the tent - a few rubber bracelets, colorful hairpins, and a charm necklace. Miraculously, her little-girl lisp was still present despite her deeper, huskier voice, which made her feel even more out of place and awkward in her new, old body. Nervously exploring her backpack, she discovered cheap hygiene products, a faded diary, numerous old photographs depicting Joyce as a little girl, images of two kids - probably her own, a stout man who must've been Joyce's partner, and some other family snapshots. The bag also contained several granola bars, a tin of tuna, and a small amount of untouched whiskey - harsh reminders of Joyce's reality. Looking at her reflection in an old compact mirror and hearing her new voice, she whimpered, "I miss big brother so much and mommy! Where am I?" as a tear rolled down her cheek. Even in the face of this bewildering transformation, the little girl's spirit shone through the rugged exterior, longing for her family and the comfortable safety of her former life.
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