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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking home alone for the first time when he gets home and the house is completely empty. Have him sit down on the couch and blink only to suddenly find himself sitting somewhere less nice. Have him look down to notice he's in a more mature body. Have him realize he's a woman wearing a revealing outfit barefoot with accessories and makeup and painted nails but covered in bruises, cuts and marks and have a part of her body be bruised revealing what it was not being her foot or ankle or leg with a description of the outfit. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color possibly being dyed and style and eye color and what state she's from and what she was doing just seconds ago and what she does for work. Have a male grab the boy's new female feet shoving a pair of sandals on his feet with a description of the sandals. Have the boy in the woman's body jerk and unwillingly complain about how uncomfortable the shoes are and have it be in quoted text mentioning what she did for work and cussing. Reveal who the male is to the girl, his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have the man tell the woman she don't get to pick what shoes she gets and to shut up and have it be in quoted text pulling her off the ground and shoving a purse on her shoulder and cussing at her. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy so much and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy unwillingly adjust the outfit and sandals in a feminine way before leaving and going and unhappily starting his new life. Have the boy stop and look at the sandals on his new female feet being reminded of the injury he currently had. Have the boy unwillingly say how she really wished she had made better decisions when she was younger and had a better job and have it be in quoted text mentioning her job.
Once upon a time, in the suburbs of Wichita, Kansas, a little boy named Scott lived. Scott Willis had just turned six years old on the 12th of July, 2015. He was quite tall for his age, standing at 4 feet, 1 inch, and weighed 45 pounds. His hair was a muddy shade of brown, typically clipped short and neat, with his bangs slightly swept to the side. He had the most captivating blue eyes that often twinkled with mischief. His mother, Laura Willis, was a young woman of 26, born on May 17th, 1988. Standing at 5 feet, 6 inches, and weighing about 140 pounds, she was a stunning woman. Her hair was also a dusty brown, often pulled back into a ponytail, highlighting her soft green eyes. Laura was a loving mother that doted on Scott, always putting his needs above her own. Scott's father, Jeff Willis, was also 26, born on January 9th, 1988. Jeff was a tall and lanky man of 6 feet 2 inches, weighing 180 pounds. His hair was jet black and often styled in a casual, tousled look, accentuating his deep-set hazel eyes. Jeff was not in Laura or Scott's life anymore. Scott also had an aunt, Sally, who was Jeff's sister. Sally was aged 23, born on March 15th, 1992. She stood at 5 feet, 4 inches, and weighed 130 pounds. She had fiery red hair that she usually wore in long curls cascading onto her shoulders. With striking blue eyes, identical to Scott's, she was a beautiful woman. Additionally, Scott had an uncle named Gary, who was Laura's brother. Gary was 28, born on November 23rd, 1986. He stood at a towering 6 feet, 4 inches, and weighed 210 pounds. Gary had black hair, typically fashioned in a messy yet organized style, neatly paired with his chestnut-brown eyes. More often than not, Gary was occupied with his work, his presence in Scott's life minimal. Scott's maternal grandmother, Janet, was the cornerstone of the family. Janet, born on April 2nd, 1956, and aged 59, was a petite woman of 5 feet, 3 inches, weighing 150 pounds. She had a waterfall of silver hair that she wore in a stylish bob. Her piercing grey eyes held decades of wisdom that she loved sharing with her grandson. One day, as Scott was returning home from school, he discovered his house was empty. Feeling a little stranded, he sat down on the couch. Just as he blinked, he found himself in a different environment, not as warm or inviting as his house. When he looked down, he saw a body that wasn't his - a more mature, feminine body. This body belonged to a woman named Natasha. Natasha was aged 28, born on October 20th, 1986. She stood at 5 feet, 5 inches, and weighed 120 pounds. Natasha was from Houston, Texas, and had a mane of chocolate brown hair, possibly dyed, that she wore long and straight. Her eyes were a startling shade of violet. Natasha was a dancer at a local club, something that she early on had decided to make a living out of. She was dressed in a revealing outfit - a sequined black dress that barely covered her thighs and was bruised and battered, the most noticeable one being a large welt on her right arm. Out of nowhere, a man swooped in, seizing Natasha's (who was now Scott) bare feet and shoving a pair of strappy, silver sandals on them. This man was Dominic, aged 30, born on February 4th, 1985. He stood at 5 feet, 10 inches, and weighed 170 pounds. He had sandy blonde hair that he fashioned into spikes, and his eyes were a sharp shade of grey. "Damn it, Dominic! These shoes hurt!" Natasha (Scott) exclaimed, not quite accustomed to the discomfort of high heels, "I'm not dancing tonight!" Dominic snapped back, "You don't get to choose, Natasha!" He yanked her off the ground, shoving a silver purse onto her shoulder. "Get going, now!" Struck with reality, Scott's heart wept, trapped as he was in Natasha's body. "I'm gonna miss Mommy so much," he lamented in Natasha's sultry voice. He unwittingly adjusted the dress and uncomfortable sandals before walking out the door into his new, unfortunate life. As he headed out, he gazed down at the sandals that adorned Natasha's feet, the pain from the bruise on his new body pricking him starkly. A sigh slipped from his lips, "God, I wish I'd made better decisions when I was younger. Maybe then I could've had a better job than this." This concluded the peculiar tale of Scott, an innocent child who found himself in a complex and mature world too soon.
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