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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 some kind 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 purse 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.
Once upon a time, in the heart of bustling New York City, a little boy named Oscar lived. Oscar Jenkins was six years old, with his birthday falling on February 20th, 2015. This little boy was average for his age, standing at 3 feet 9 inches tall and weighing about 50 pounds. He had hair dazzlingly blonde and straight that flowed just enough to tickle his cute little ears, perfectly complimented by his baby blue eyes. Oscar's young mother, Emily Jenkins, had just recently celebrated her 26th birthday on November 1st. Born in 1995, Emily was 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighed around 140 pounds. She had beautiful long, curly auburn hair and captivating hazel eyes that enveloped all those who dared to delve into their depths. Oscar's father, Jeffrey Dinoto, a tall man of 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 200 pounds, had jet-black hair and piercing green eyes. He was born on May 17th, 1993, making him 28 years of age. However, sadly, he was no longer in Oscar's life. Uncle Chris, Emily's younger brother, was busy pursuing his adventure-loving life. Chris, born on April 2nd, 1998, was 23 years old, 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, with reddish-blonde hair that he kept in a trendy 'man bun,' and eyes as blue as the ocean. Aunt Laura, Emily's sister-in-law, stood at 5 feet 6 inches and weighed about 130 pounds. Born on December 5th, 1999, her 22 years were much colorful, framed by her striking pink hair in a pixie cut and enchanting violet eyes. Rounding out the family was Grandma Jenkins, whose real name was Lyla. She was an elegant woman of 5 feet 3 inches, 160 pounds, born on February 8th, 1953. At 68, she bestows an attractive contrast with her short, white hair and her surprisingly deep brown eyes. One gloomy evening, Oscar walked home alone for the first time. Oscar unlocked the door, and the familiar aroma of home ignited a comforting warmth within him. But today, the house was eerily quiet. He sat down on the couch, blinking as he was trying to understand the silence. But in the next blink - suddenly he was somewhere else – a place far less comfortable. It was dank, barely lit room. Looking down, his eyes widened. He found himself in a much more mature body – he was a woman. His body was adorned in a tight, low cut red dress, accessorized with a golden necklace and bangles, smoky makeup accentuated the new blue-green eyes he had, and crimson painted nails matched his red dress. The skin, however, was marred with bruises, cuts, and marks, especially notable a deep bruise on her right arm. She was a woman named Roxanne. Roxanne, 24 years old, measured about 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighed roughly 120 pounds. Her birthday fell on October 31st, 1997, marked by her dark auburn hair which she dyed frequently and currently had styled in long, cascading curls. As Oscar scanned the room in bewilderment, a rough hand seized his new, bare feet, shoving an uncomfortable pair of glittering silver stilettos onto them. "Damn, these shoes. I'm a freaking bartender, not a circus acrobat," Roxanne grumbled and cursed. The man was Jasper, age 30, with a daunting figure of 6 feet 5 inches, 240 pounds, hair as dark as his intentions, and hawk-like brown eyes. Born on August 13th, 1991, he was a frequent visitor to the bar where Roxanne worked. "Roxanne, shut your mouth. You don't get to choose the shoes," Jasper hissed, throwing a matching silver purse onto her shoulder. He pulled her up and shoved her towards the door. With a heavy heart, Oscar complied quietly. He looked down at himself, his heart breaking, "I'm gonna miss mommy so much," he whispered gently. As his mind spun, he felt a dull throb in his bruised arm. His skin crawled to the touch, but he straightened his dress and hoisted the purse higher onto his shoulder. With one final glance at his glittering stilettos, he remembered the throb in his arm again, looking at the vibrant color of the bruise under the glimmering lights. It served as a firm reminder of the reality he now faced. And just like that, Oscar in Roxanne's body exited the room, starting a journey down a path he never anticipated, taking one hesitant, sad step at a time in his new, yet uncomfortable life.
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