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Question: 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 young mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. 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 blink and suddenly be taller and in a different part of the US as he looks down seeing a small skimpy and expensive outfit barely covering her boobs or butt with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing and mature and expensive sandals with a description of what they look like and include actual name brands for parts of the outfit and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather which was also raining. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in being a woman and the reason why she's wearing the outfit and why she's out in the rain being that she just left that day and ran away from a man she knows with a description of who that person is to her and why she ran away from him and who she is and have her still be wearing something connecting her to the man. Include a detailed description of the woman including her name, age being much older than his mom, slightly older than his grandma, where she's from being from a random African country with the country named, birthday, birth year, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry included with traditional but expensive earrings and expensive purse and what's inside the purse included being expensive essentials and things a rich person would have and what she sounds like and her skimpy outfit and sandals and purse and accessories being expensive. Have the boy look down at the sandals on his feet innocently before sticking his foot out shaking from how uncomfortable he was feeling the purse weighing down on his shoulder. Have him look down at the mature sandals on his feet sticking his tongue out at how girly they are pulling a foot out and looking at how small and dainty his foot was before catching his reflection in a nearby mirror. Have the boy remove the other sandal walking barefoot as he looked down at his new body and looking back up at the mirror as night time got darker causing tears to form on his new face. Have him step in something nasty getting something on his foot grossing him out. Have him unwillingly look at his feet and say dammit these sandals cost me a lot of money and now they're dirty I paid so much money for these when I bought them and have it be in quoted text still speaking English but broken. Have the boy say how he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and how he doesn't wanna be a girl and how scary it is out here in the dark and have it be in quoted text still speaking English but broke. Have the boy somehow realize he's older than his mom now and he's even older than his grandma making his heartbeat increase as he started crying. Have the boy stumble to a nearby bench sitting down and unwillingly crossing his legs and pulling something out of the purse and talking about the item in a mature feminine way and have it be in quoted text and including the words still speaking English but broken. Have him pull out some cash afterwards and think about buying candy or something a 6 year old boy would like but unwillingly talk about buying something more feminine and mature with the cash including the item she wants to buy being mentioned and looking at the money being unable to read the English words asking out loud why can't he read it anymore and have it be in quoted text and still speaking English but broken Have him find a photo of the woman when she was younger describing what she looks like and when the photo was taken and who took the photo and how old she was. Have him look at his new form and his mature reflection in the mirror and the sandals on his feet and squeeze his eyes shut crying not knowing he was forever gonna be the woman and never be himself again and this was his life now and he wanted to go home. Have the words spelled and pronounced differently due to the woman's broken English but have him still speak English but make it a very thick accent. Have the boy say mom and grandma and dog and home in the woman's native language throughout the story.
Meet young Johnathan Jones, a vivacious and jovacious 6-year-old from Evansville, Indiana. Born on the 2nd of April, 2018, Johnathan was a light-hearted boy with just enough energy to dance along his school-bound route. He was of average height, a seemingly small but imaginative body, roughly 45 pounds, that romped around in black, Velcro-laced sneakers. The boy had bright, blue eyes; blonde hair styled into a playful mess; full of life with each step ringing quietly against the concrete. Johnathan's mother, Julia, was a vibrant blonde just like her son, standing exactly 5'7 feet tall. Born on October 22, 1987, she now weighed about 155 pounds. Her young 37-year-old vitality was her defining feature, especially on Johnathan's adventurous walks to school. Johnathan's grandmother, Mabel, was born on September 9, 1959. At 65 years of age, with twinkling dimpled cheeks, slight fringes of grey, she stood 5'5" tall, weighing approximately 160 pounds. Johnathan was excited. Anticipation lacing his every move as he thought about the stories he would tell his mom and grandma. Stories of suspense, bravery, and valor in his walk home alone. His stuffed animal 'Mr. Fluffles' and his dog 'Milo' which he couldn't wait to include in his epic tales. As he walked, he blinked, his surroundings felt odd, unfamiliar. Johnathan found himself maturing suddenly, a sudden height spike exciting his initially innocent mirth. His body had suddenly elongated, stepping precariously onto the cold, wet streets of New York City during a harsh winter rain. He was dressed bizarrely, wearing an extravagant and revealing outfit, quite inappropriate for the biting weather. The outfit included a skimpy Dolce & Gabbana micro bandage dress, dyed a vivid emerald green, barely covering her new mature womanly figure, paired with audacious Christian Louboutin open-toe sandals crafted luxuriously with Italian leather, but barely protecting her from the chilling rain. The person mirrored in his reflection was Amina Abasi, a woman born on June 12, 1955, in the bustling city of Lagos, Nigeria. The now 69-year-old woman bore a trim figure befitting her 5'9" height. Her petite 130-pound frame glorifying her rich dark skin, iconic to her African heritage. Her head adorned herself with tight, black curls, her brown eyes reflecting deep knowledge and wisdom. She wore her native earrings, now set with costly diamonds, and carried a classic Louis Vuitton purse on her dainty shoulders, filled with necessities like the latest iPhone 12 Pro Max, Chanel no.5 perfume and cash. Johnathan could see in a photo she had left a domineering man back home, a photo of the couple indicating her relation to him. She was wearing a simple silver wedding band, the last bit of connection to the man she had run away from. A classic way to get freedom by breaking free from the shackles binding her. Sudden impulses forced Johnathan not to think like a boy anymore; his diction changed, complete sentences were now phrased differently to fit Amina's personality. "Dis data sandals! Dem cause me many money wen ai buy dem and dem dey dirty," he took off his sandals, appalled at the new feminine world he was currently drowning in. Missing mommy, grandma and Milo caused a gush of fear, "Ai no wan stay for yonder! Ai wan go see Momi an Granma...mi wan go hooooome!" Suddenly, Johnathan discovered his rich African heritage. His language took a twist forming something he never spoke before—broken English. Broken, but filled with an echo of rich culture, dripping with age. Money slipped out of his purse, and he was in two minds between buying a bar of Hershey's white chocolate or a pack of stylish feminine stockings. Finally, night descended. Confusion and isolation enveloped Johnathan until a young Amina smiled back at him through an old picture. A 1965 polaroid, captured by her parents, shows a vibrant 10-year old Amina frolicking in traditional Nigerian dress. He looked back at the mirror, saw the mature Amina staring back at him. He missed his sneakers, his blonde hair. His body trembled in the wet cold, his eyes welling up with tears. Amidst the bustling New York rain, he whispered longingly, "Ekaaro, Momi…Ekaaro, Granma…Ekaabo, Milo…mi wan go home." This was another detailed chapter in the book of alternate universes, reminding us that life is unexpected, and that sometimes, we might just find ourselves living someone else's life.
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