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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 American writing is so strange 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.
In the year 2024, little 6-year-old Ethan Gray, born February 20th, 2018, finally mustered the courage to journey home alone. Originally from Austin, Texas, Ethan was a lively boy, standing a small yet sturdy 3 ft. 7 inches, weighing about 45 pounds. His hair was a shiny chestnut brown, curiously cut into a stylish shorts sides-long top hairstyle that his loving mom, Emily, had picked out. Ethan's eyes were a vivid green, just slightly lighter than the cotton t-shirt and jeans he was wearing that day. As he strolled home in his Skechers sneakers, his youthful excitement echoed in the crunching leaves beneath his small feet. Emily, his mother who was born on March 15, 1994, which made her 30, was a petite woman at 5 ft. 4 inches, and weighing about 120 lbs. His grandma, Nancy, born on June 10, 1954, which made her 70, was a bit taller at 5 ft. 8 inches and weighed around 140 lbs. From their shared love for Ethan, their stories and laughter filled the room whenever they gathered. Instantaneously, Ethan blinked and found himself transformed and transported. He was now in cold, damp Boston. Looking down, he saw his outfit; an expensive and risqué Balenciaga crop top barely covering his now-womanly form, paired with a skimpy Chanel skirt that gave little protection against the cold rain. His feet were adorned with Swarovski encrusted Versace strappy sandals. Glancing down at the sandals, Ethan stammered with a slight tremor, "G-Girly..." Now, he was inhabiting the body of a mature woman named Adanna; a woman originally from Nigeria, born on July 27, 1956. She was a tall, fiery 5 ft. 9 inch woman who held her 150 lbs with grace. Her hair was a deep black, cut into a sophisticated bob, and her eyes were a striking dark brown. Whilst her outfit was quite daring, she wore a small gold locket— a reminder of her past relationship, the man she had run away from. On her sides was a Gucci Marmont purse filled with pricey essentials; a Chanel compact mirror, YSL lipstick, an iPhone 13 Pro Max, and a plush Louis Vuitton wallet holding her American Visas and plenty of cash. As he observed himself in a nearby mirror, Ethan felt his pulse quicken, a cluster of tears welling in his new eyes. His voice trembled with fear, in a mature feminine tone and a thick Nigerian accent, he burst out: "I-I gonna miss mommy, Grandma... I don't wanna be a big girl, it's scary here!” The young boy's heart pounded as the grim reality that he was older than both his Grandma and his mother set in. Sitting on a park bench, he unconsciously crossed his legs and took out something from Adanna's purse to examine; a diamond hairpin, fondly stating with his thick accent, "Dis hairpin, very beautiful, yes.” In her wallet, Ethan found a photo of Adanna as a young woman. A captivating beauty captured in this photograph by a street photographer during her early days in the US back in 1978 when she was a vibrant 22-year-old. Tears streaming down his face, he squeezed his eyes shut, muttering, "Why American writing so strange?" while clutching the unknown currency in his hand. He wanted to buy cotton candy, but Adanna's mature instincts were replacing his own, and he thought about buying a new purse instead. His reflection in the mirror was a disturbing sight, a stark reminder of who he had become. Heartbroken, Ethan cried, unable to understand he was forever bound to be Adanna, unable to return to his former life. The familiar sight of his sandals, his new body, it was all too much. His fears and confusion echoed in his words, still broken but familiar English, as he wept, "Why me? Not boy anymore...I want to go home.”
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