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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's appearance, what he's wearing, what he's doing, what state he's from, his height and his name. Have him be falling asleep and having trouble sleeping. Have his eyes jolt open the next morning realizing he's home alone with a note from his mother letting him know she trusts him to be home alone for the first time. Reveal the age of his mother. Have the boy get dressed in an outfit with a description of the outfit. Have the boy turn on the TV downstairs as he makes himself something to eat easy for a 6 year old to prepare. Have him accidentally slip into a random piece of clothing one of the females he lives with owns and have him slowly turn into the woman in question with his whole outfit changing into something they would wear low heels and jewelry and nail polish and lipstick and makeup and a purse included. Have him freak out at his change as he tries to change back. Have him unwillingly cuss like a woman about a hangover and have it be in quoted text. Reveal the woman he turns into's name, age, height, what relation she is to him, where she's from and why her clothing was left in the house and where it was. Have him be older than other family members he's supposed to be younger than and list those family members and their ages and have it make logical sense and have the family members be appropriate ages. Have him try to walk normally but unwillingly walk with a strut and a stride a woman does wearing heels unwillingly pulling some lipstick out of the purse and applying it to his lips and pulling sunglasses out of the purse and putting them on and seeing the lunch he made and shaking his head and pulling out a salad and a small glass for some wine and unwillingly eating and drinking that instead scaring him. Have him unwillingly say something about not wanting to eat something childish and knowing "her little sister" would understand she just needed something grown up to drink cause of "her husband" getting on her nerves and have it be in quoted text and have him refer to his mother by her first name and have him say his husband and his first name unwillingly crossing his legs. Have him unwillingly grab the remote changing the channel from his cartoons to a show with lots of muscular men not wearing shirts and have him unwillingly pull down his sunglasses before cheering in a feminine way complimenting the men in a feminine way and have it be in quoted text and have him keep sipping the wine. Have him go to a nearby mirror before applying a new set of earrings in his ears, putting on a new necklace and adjusting the wedding ring on his finger and putting his hair up in a bun before complimenting how good "she looked for her age" and have it be in quoted text.
Once upon a time in Illinois, there was a boy named Peter. He was six-years-old and stood a full 4 feet tall, given his age. Peter was a charming child, his tousled chestnut hair slightly shaded his jade-green eyes, and his cheeks bloomed like cherries. He was often found in his oversized, endearing red pullover and denim shorts that hung low around his knees. His tiny sneakers led him on various explorative missions that presented themselves in every nook and corner of his house. Tonight, however, he was having trouble sleeping, his mind lost in the colorful labyrinth of his day. One day, his eyes jolted open to find the house unusually silent. He was wrapped in one of his mother’s oversized, soft maroon-colored sweaters. On the bed lay a note from his brave mother, Linda, aged 35. "Peter, my love, trust you to be home alone today. Love always, Mom." This was it. His first adventurous day alone. He rummaged through his tiny wooden chest of clothes and picked out something comfortable to wear. Sporting an oversized Rugby shirt that hung to his knees paired with plaid shorts, he headed downstairs. The air was quiet except for the sound of the morning cartoons on the TV, and he easily made himself a delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Suddenly, Peter slipped on a red silk blouse that belonged to his Aunt Lena, a boss lady of 32 years who lived with them. The blouse was left inadvertently in the laundry basket in the living room that they shared. In a blink of an eye, Peter went through a bewitching transformation. He wore Aunt Lena's scarlet fitted dress pairs beautifully with her favorite low heels and finally garnished with her favorite gold jewelry. In an instant, the 6-year-old child stood tall at 5'8". Horrified, he touched his face only to feel the smooth texture of makeup, immaculate cherry-red lipstick, polished nails, and a clutch purse attached to his hand. Freaking out, he exclaimed, "What the bloody hell happened last night!" Lena's words coming out of young Peter's mouth left him even more startled about his change. Nevertheless, Peter tried to continue his day. He seemed unable to walk like his old self, instead, his gait was replaced with the confident stride of a female executive strutting on her heels. He unwillingly reached for the tube of lipstick, reapplied it before pulling Lena's sunglasses from her purse and slid them stylishly over his eyes. He looked at the uneaten sandwich, shaking his head, instead, he found himself pulling out a Caesar salad and a glass for wine. "God, I am not eating that childish sandwich. I just need something grown up to drink. Linda would understand. John, my husband, is just such a handful!" Peter muttered, petrified at the unfamiliar femininity of his tone. Uncertainly, his hand reached towards the remote and unwittingly flipped the channel from his favorite Saturday morning cartoon to a show full of muscular men without shirts. Aunt Lena's voice bubbled out of him, "Oh, look at those arms. Delicious!" He said, clapping jovially, further horrifying himself. Finally, Peter stood in front of Linda and Lena’s shared vanity, adorning earrings, a necklace, and fixed neatly applying a wedding ring. His natural curls were pulled into a tight, stylish bun, and he uttered confidently once more, "Lena, you gorgeous woman. You look fantastic for your age, darling!" Overcome, Peter closed his eyes wishing the surreal morning away as he sipped more of the adult beverage he never quite understood, and braced himself for what else this bizarre day might entail.
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