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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, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and nail polish included and what she sounds like and if she's with somebody and have the other woman address the woman in a sassy way calling her bitch like it's a playful nickname and asking what's wrong with her and what alcohol they're gonna buy tonight and describe who the person is to the woman. 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 the words be spelled differently due to 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.
Once upon a time, in the year 2024, a bright-eyed boy called Angus lived in the bustling city of New York. Born on November 6th, 2018, Angus was a 6-year-old boy with espresso brown hair, styled into playful messy spikes. Standing at 3'9" and weighing around 50 pounds, he had piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the world's wisdom. He could often be seen in colorful sneakers that echoed his animated steps, a high-frequency melody in the quiet city streets. One warm afternoon, Angus was returning home from school, wearing his usual outfit – a light blue, collared t-shirt with dark green shorts and vibrant yellow sneakers. He walked, shoulders squared, his little heart pounding with fear and excitement. His mother had finally allowed him to return home alone for the first time. He blinked, and without warning, found himself in a chill that shook him to the core. Looking down, he discovered himself in an attire that barely covered him. There was a short, glittering silver miniskirt, an off-shoulder top that was too tight, revealing more skin than it ought to, and a pair of almost transparent high-heeled sandals. The temperature seemed to drop drastically, and he suddenly felt the cold seeping into his skin. Upon seeing his reflection in a mirror in front of him, he realized he was no longer a boy but instead, an elegant woman. An African American woman by the name of Miranda, in her early 30s, with luxurious honey blonde curls cascading down to her shoulders. A statuesque woman, Miranda stood at 5'5", weighed approximately 130 pounds, and had a pair of enchanting, hazel eyes. She was wearing a chunky silver necklace, earrings in her ears, a collection of bangles clinking on her wrist, and she had perfect, intricate nail art in vibrant hues of pink. Just then, a redhead woman with a sharp face came up to Miranda, her voice a sassy drawl, "What's up, bitch? You seem out of it." She was Patricia, an old friend of Miranda, originally from Boston, which gave her an obvious Bostonian accent. Patricia eyed Miranda before continuing, "What's the alcohol for tonight? We out of tequila?" Angus, seeing his new reflection, clumsily walked towards the mirror. He pointed his long, perfectly manicured fingers at the mirror, shivering from the cold weather and shocking realization that had set in. "Mommy, ah'm scared? Ew, gross! Ah'm a gohrl. Ew, gross, these are the kinda clothes mommy wears," Angus blurted out, but the voice that sprang forth was not his own. It was Miranda's rich, resonant voice sounding strange and adult in his ears. He started crying, the tears streaming down his new mature face, his chest tight with anxiety, and heart pounding with fear. His mind raced with questions: How was he going to get home? Was he ever going to see his mommy again?
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