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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, appearance, where he's from, what he looks like, what he sounds like, and what he's wearing as he goes to bed. Have him wake up the next morning in the body of a prostitute with the name the prostitute ends up having, her age, have the boy now be older than someone he used to be younger than, what state he's in, where he woke up and describe his new appearance, outfit, shoes and purse. Have the boy say "Mommy" in the prostitute's voice before crying. The swap is permanent.
Title: The Unseen Switch Once upon a time in a quaint town named Riverwood, lived a lively 6-year-old named Fredrick. He was a chubby kid clad usually in Superman's pajamas, his deep blue eyes reflected innocence, as if mirroring the depth of the tranquil sky. His mop of jet-black hair always seemed to be disheveled, regardless of how many times he was admonished by his mother to brush it. His soft voice was a melodious symphony of a child's innocent words, which often echoed in the house creating an ambience of joy. However, one unusual night Fredrick, after slipping into his favorite space-themed pajamas, lied down quietly in his small bed which was placed right next to the window overlooking their peaceful town, when his world as he knew it shifted drastically. Fredrick woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar place. He looked around to the cramped room lit up by a neon sign from outside. When he didn’t recognize his surroundings, he stumbled off the bed only to find he was taller, much taller. His body was slender, and he was adorned in a scarlet slip dress that hung off his new, strong shoulders. He glanced into a mirror across room and the face staring back at him took his breath away. Rather than his boyish charm, it was a strikingly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. Her name was Isabella, or so she was known in the red-light district of Nevada, where she resided. Her curly brunette locks cascading down her back, her sparkling hazel eyes encapsulated a mysterious allure. She had taken over his youthful innocence overnight. Fredrick was now older than his elder sister whom he had always admired. He was in a state of shock, grappling with the new reality of his life; the life of Isabella, the misunderstood beauty. Whipping his gaze down to his outfit, he found that everything fit his new persona. The racy dress barely skimmed his thighs and on his feet were red stiletto heels which matched his purse perfectly. His compact purse was well arranged enough to tell tales of a life he wouldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams. Raising a shaky hand to his mouth, the word slipped out in a sultry, feminine voice, “Mommy”. Tears welled up instantly in both corners of his expressive, hazel eyes and spilled over, blotching the immaculate makeup on his newly adorned face. But as fate would have it, the switch was permanent and young Fredrick was stuck in an ongoing ordeal of living as Isabella, grappling with a life he didn’t choose but was thrust upon him. Thus, Fredrick's dreams acquired a new name and a new life - Isabella, the lady in Scarlet embracing an existence that was a world apart from what he ever was or would ever be again.
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