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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 skimpy flip flops on his feet with a description of the flip flops. Have the boy in the woman's body jerk and unwillingly complain about how uncomfortable the flip flops 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 flip flops in a feminine way before leaving and going and unhappily starting his new life. Have the boy stop and look at the flip flops 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 instead of making money with her body and have it be in quoted text mentioning her job by name and referring to himself like he was her.
There was a 6-year-old boy named Ethan Smith who hailed from the charming state of South Carolina. He was born on June 12th, 2015, making him a bubbly Gemini. Standing at approximately 3-foot-10 and weighing an average 45 pounds, this little whippersnapper was filled with all the energy his cute blonde, short, unruly hair seemed to reflect. And, when his baby-blue eyes were not twinkling with laughter, they mirrored his pure and innocent heart. Ethan's mother, Lisa, was a young woman of 25 years; with her birthday falling on May 5th, 1996. She was a slender, 5-foot-6 woman with a fair weight of 120 lbs. Lisa had striking red hair, which she usually wore in a loose, carefree ponytail that matched her zest for life. Her eyes mirrored the same brilliant blue of her son's, painting a perfect image of a loving mother and son duo. Lisa's younger sister, Jenna, just turned 23 on March 21, 1998. Jenna was taller than Lisa at 5-foot-8, and weighed roughly 130 lbs. She had inherited the family's red hair, which she preferred to keep short and straight, and her eyes were an intriguing hazel. Ethan's father, Daniel, was a man of 28 years, born on July 14th, 1993. Daniel was 6-foot-2 and weighed a sturdy 200 lbs. He sported dark-brown hair that he would occasionally style into a slick back, and his eyes were a somber gray. As Ethan walked home alone one day from his school, he found himself in a desolate house. He sat on the couch and blinked, and then something peculiar happened. Suddenly, Ethan found himself sitting in a much less welcoming place. Puzzled, he looked down and noticed he was in a more mature body, a woman's body to be precise. He stood at a height of 5-foot-9, and she weighed around 150 lbs. She was a woman named Sonia, who was born on December 1st, 1985, which made her 35 years old. Sonia had curly black hair, possibly dyed, that fell around her shoulders in waves, and her eyes were an intimidating green. The worry lines on her forehead suggested she was coming from a difficult situation. Sonia was dressed in a revealing and unpleasantly tight red dress, adorned with gaudy gold accessories. Her face, exhibiting signs of stress and tension, was heavily made up and her nails were painted a garish shade of red. Multi-colored bruises, fresh cuts, and marks were shockingly evident on her body, the largest of which was a deep purple bruise on her shoulder. Suddenly, a menacing man named Rick, who was around 40 years of age, grabbed Sonia's feet. Born on April 22, 1981, he was about 6-foot-2, weighing in at around 210 lbs. His hair was an unkempt black and his eyes were a cold and penetrating blue. Without care, he shoved Sonia's feet into a pair of skimpy red flip-flops, matching her ensemble. "Damn, these shoes are bloody uncomfortable...And I'm a dancer for heaven's sake, not a streetwalker!" Sonia irately blurted out, her new body yielding to the rugged footwear. "Shut your trap, Sonia. You don't get to pick your shoes," Rick curtly replied, yanking Sonia up off the ground, shoving a glitzy purse onto her shoulder, and harshly capping his command by swearing. Trapped in Sonia's body, Ethan felt an immense sadness. He missed his mother deeply and found the sudden change alarming and disconcerting. Part of him wanted to correct Rick and tell him that indeed he was Ethan and not Sonia, but he was wise enough to recognize the perilous situation he was in. "Mama...I'm going to miss you so much," Ethan whimpered, burdened by an unexpected adult melancholy. Despite the consternation, Ethan unwillingly adjusted his clothing and footwear in an oddly feminine manner and obediently followed Rick out of the room. As he moved, he glanced at his new female feet, capped by the uncomfortable flip-flops, and remembered the previous bruises Sonia, and now Ethan, bore. With a sigh, he conceded to the fact that this was now her reality and began her new life with a heavy heart. "Damn it," she mumbled under her breath. "I really wish I had made better decisions when I was younger instead of choosing to entertain people at Club Masquerade." Ethan had wholly assumed Sonia's life now, recalling her past in first person, and made a promise to steer clear of similar decisions in the future.
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