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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about a random little boy with a description of his height, age, name, birthday, birth year, what state he and his family live in, what he's wearing and what he looks like at home. Have his mom be out in the backyard playing in the pool. Have his mom be a middle aged woman woman with her hair a certain way, sunglasses, earrings, brown eyes, some kind of pool outfit, sandals of some kind and include a description of her height, age, name, birthday and birth year. Have the mom say the quote "______ honey come on outside and get in the pool" Have the boy be looking around for all his shoes as he preferred sneakers regardless of where he was going when he realized he couldn't find them anywhere. Have the boy say the quote "What the heck? Where did mommy put all my shoes?" quietly to himself. Have the boy walk outside barefoot catching his mom's attention. Have the mom say the quote "No ____ honey grab some shoes and put them on and come out here" Have the boy say the quote "I can't find any of my shoes for some reason mommy. I don't know where they are" Have the mom say the quote "Oh honey I threw them away. Just grab a pair of my _____" Have the boy say the quote "Okay I guess but your shoes are all girly" Have the boy grab a pair of his mom's _____ slipping them on. Have the boy's clothes instantly evaporate and disappear as his feet cracked and aged into his mom's complete with her nail polish and his legs and arms lengthened into his mom's as he grew his mom's boobs. Have his face morph into his mom's as his voice matured to her pitch and a pair of earrings and sunglasses formed on him and his hair lengthened and did itself in his mom's style. Have the same exact pool outfit form on him his mom was wearing. Have him freak out as his memories start feminizing and maturing as he talked and have it reflect in the quote changing it halfway through "Oh no! What the heck? Why did_____" but include the transformed quote halfway through and have the boy start talking like his mom. Have the boy clip clop up to the mirror smiling. Have the boy say the quote "So glad ___ had a pair of my ______ for me to wear. I don't know why I hesitated earlier. These are mine after all" having the boy say his mom's name with no hesitation. Have the boy walk out to the pool where his mom was. Have the real mom say the quote "Oh good I see you put on some proper clothes to come out here. How do you feel?" Have the boy say the quote "I feel amazing. I love the way this ____ hugs my ____ and I love how young I feel for a ___ year old woman" including the age he is now having little memory of being a boy. Have the real mom say the quote "What is your name and how old are you and what is birthday?" Have former boy say the quote "My name is____, I'm a ___ year old woman and I was born on _______" including him saying his name is his mom's name, his mom's age and his mom's birthday in the quote.
In the warm breezes of 2024, lived a lively little boy named Travis in the sunny state of California. Travis, born on February 7th, 2016, stood tall for an eight-year-old, his blonde hair brushed back revealing his crystal blue eyes. His outfit comprised of a Superman t-shirt paired with blue shorts which was his favored attire for spending a tranquil day at home. Meanwhile, outside in the backyard, his mother, Emily was delighting the early summer day in luxury of their pool. Emily, a charming 38-year-old woman, born on January 12th, 1986, displayed a flair for style. Standing at a height of 5'6, she wore a vibrant yellow one-piece swimsuit, a pair of bejeweled flip-flops adorned her feet. Her chestnut hair was tied up in a messy bun, a pair of chic oversized sunglasses rested upon her brown eyes while minimalist hoop earrings twinkled in the sunlight. "Travis, honey, come on outside and get in the pool," Emily called out, her voice carrying beautifully against the backdrop of splashing water. Travis, as he usually did, started looking around for his favorite sneakers, because regardless of where he was going, he preferred them. However, they were nowhere to be found which left him baffled and anxious. "What the heck? Where did mommy put all my shoes?" he asked quietly to himself, his face filled with confusion. With no choice left, he decided to walk outside barefoot which instantly caught Emily's attention. "No, Travis honey, grab some shoes and put them on, then come out here," Emily instructed noticing him barefoot. "I can't find any of my shoes for some reason, mommy. I don't know where they are," Travis replied, his tone betraying a hint of disappointment. "Oh honey, I threw them away. Just grab a pair of my flip-flops," Emily responded, pointing towards her shoe rack. "Okay I guess, but your shoes are all girly!" Travis exclaimed but proceeded to slip into Emily's bejeweled flip-flops hesitantly. Suddenly, his clothes evaporated and disappeared as his tiny feet cracked and aged into Emily's, complete with her pink nail polish. His legs and arms lengthened into Emily's as his body abruptly transformed. His face replicated Emily's features, his voice matured to her pitch and a pair of earrings with sunglasses magically appeared on him. His hair lengthened and styled itself into Emily's messy bun, and the same exact yellow swimsuit replaced his evaporated clothes. In midst of his transformation, his memories began feminizing and maturing. "Oh no! What the heck? Why did... wait, these flip-flops seem so much comfortable now" Travis exclaimed, his sentence involuntarily shaping into Emily's phrase halfway through. He boldly clip-clopped up to the mirror, smiled, and exclaimed with a sudden familiarity, "So glad Emily had a pair of my flip-flops for me to wear. I don't know why I hesitated earlier. These are mine after all." Emboldened by her new form, she made her way to the pool where Emily was relaxing. Seeing her, Emily broke into a wide smile and said with an approving nod "Oh good, I see you put on some proper clothes to come out here. How do you feel?" "I feel amazing. I love the way this swimsuit hugs my curves and I love how young I feel for a 38-year-old woman," she answered with confidence, with little memory of ever being Travis. Emily intrigued but impressed, asked, "What is your name, and how old are you and what is your birthday?" " My name is Emily, I'm a 38-year-old woman and I was born on January 12th, 1986," the new Emily announced, smiling confidently as the Californian sunshine continued to dance upon their faces.
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