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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, 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 25 year old mom. Have him blink and suddenly be taller and in a different state as he looks down seeing a skimpy revealing outfit with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing sandals with a description of what they look like and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in including her name, age being now slightly older than his mom, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and long fake nails and purse included and what she sounds like and if she's with somebody with it being a woman and have the other woman address the woman in a sassy way calling her chica like it's a playful nickname and boo asking what's wrong with her and if she had found a white boy attractive or something and not to worry that there were plenty of attractive black and Hispanic men to cleanse her thoughts and whether or not they were gonna go to the club and get lit and get drunk with their other girlfriends the woman referred to as sluts and hos before bumping hips with who she thought was her friend and fiercely sticking her foot out and pulling her friend's foot out comparing their sandals and their pedicured toes and describe who the person is to the woman. Describe the other woman's name, age, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing with it being just as skimpy with sandals included and nails done as the woman the 6 year old boy ends up in the body of accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and fake nails and purse included and what she sounds like. Have the 6 year old boy spot his new reflection in the mirror as he stumbles over to the mirror blinking innocently even with his new more mature eyes and point at his reflection with his new mature fingers shaking from the cold weather as well as the fear he now had from being a woman. Have the little boy say mommy i'm scared and ew gross i'm a girl and ew gross these are girly clothes and shoes like mommy wears in the grown woman's voice and tone and have it be in quoted text and have him say a Hispanic woman slang about white girls and their skin and the way they look and how Hispanic, Asian and black women are better without hesitation and have the words be spelled differently due to way the woman's accent. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again.
In the year 2024, Elijah, a spirited 6-year-old boy lived in the heart of Texas. His birthday fell on March 15, 2018, making him a sweet, lively Pisces. Standing at a delightful 3'9", he was a tiny bundle of energy weighing around 45 pounds. His hair, a mop of blond curls bounced around his face, framing his lively cobalt eyes. Today, he was wearing a red and white striped shirt, khaki shorts and a pair of gray sneakers with blue laces. His babyish, soft voice drew the attention of everyone as he happily chattered his way home. Out of nowhere, in a single blink, the world seemed to stretch out and distort. Shocked, he discovered he was now towering at 5'7". Dressed in a short, chilly red dress that barely covered a pair of surprisingly long legs and revealing back strapped leopard print sandals, Elijah blinked in disbelief. The skewed reflection of Mariana, a 26-year-old Hispanic woman stared back at him from a shop window. She was a curvaceous lady with strikingly dark, wavy hair cascading down to her waist. Her almond-shaped olive eyes rimmed with kohl, a deep red lipstick accentuated her determined mouth. The nails on her hand were like crimson talons, and a sparkly purse swung from her shoulder. "Chica, is everything okay?" The voice broke his trance. Standing beside him was her best friend Valeria, a sass oozing African-American woman of 27. Tall, nearing 5'9" with a weight that balanced her height. Her springy curls were dyed an electrifying blue. She was dressed scantily, a neon green halter dress paired with strappy silver sandals. A slew of gold necklaces hung down her neck, matching the large hoop earrings. The piercing eyes were smoked out with a rainbow of color and her lips were a bright fuchsia. Her well-manicured nails were extensions painted in the same outrageous blue as her hair. Elijah caught sight of his reflection in a nearby mirror, his, or rather, Mariana's big eyes wide with surprise and fingers trembling as the cold wind blew. "Mommy, I'm scared... Ew gross, I'm a girl... Ew gross... these girly clothes and shoes are just like what mommy wears," he confessed in Mariana's smooth, melodic voice. "Chica, you okay?" Valeria asked again, raising an eyebrow. She noticed Elijah’s mimicking Mariana's often-used phrase, but the accent was not there. "Them gringas can't compete with the beauty of Latina, Asian, and Black women, right?" Elijah found himself saying instinctively, even as his eyes filled with tears. His little mind spun with fear and confusion as he realized he wasn't likely to see his mother anytime soon, if at all. His new reality was unsettling and unfamiliar, having transformed suddenly from a carefree boy in Texas to an exotic woman in bustling New York. How would he get back home was now a haunting question that loomed over him.
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