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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 mom. Include his mom's name, age, height, and weight. Have him blink and suddenly be taller and in a different state as he looks down seeing a smallrevealing 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 being younger than his mom, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and long fake nails and purse and what inside the purse included being revealing and inappropriate and what she sounds like and if she's with somebody with it being a woman and have the other woman address the woman in a sassy way calling her ho like it's a playful nickname and asking what's wrong with her calling her bitch and not to worry that there were plenty of good looking men with lots to offer them before winking and whether or not they were gonna go to the club and get lit and get drunk with their other girlfriends the woman referred to as sluts and hos and how she and her friend are the baddest bitches at the club and have it be in quoted text. Have her friend also start running her hands all over the body of who she assumes is her friend and smack her butt and fiercely stick her foot out and pull her friend's foot out comparing their shoes and their pedicured toes saying her friend always looks way better than her and have it be in quoted text trying to soothe her friend's sudden worried behavior. Have a nearby middle aged woman with her age mentioned yell rude comments at the little boy now in the woman's body and her friend saying how they dressed like sluts and how they were made for the streets and how she feels sorry for their mothers and have it be in quoted text. Have the friend of the woman whose body the 6 year old is stuck in yell at the older woman and say how at least she and her friend are still attractive and beautiful and young and how they look way better than her anyway and have it be in quoted text. Describe who the person is to the woman. Describe the other woman's name, age being slightly younger than her friend is, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing with it being just as skimpy with sandals included and fake nails as the woman the 6 year old boy ends up in the body of accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and fake nails and purse and what's inside the purse included being inappropriate and what she sounds like. 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 shaking from how revealing his outfit was. Have the boy take the purse off his new mature shoulder looking at it innocently. 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 him say how hot she and her friend look unwillingly before her friend starts laughing and have the words be spelled differently due to the woman's accent. Have the boy pull at his skimpy outfit and sandals grossed out at how girly they are. Have the little boy unwillingly put the purse back on his shoulder in a seductive way. Have the little boy then unwillingly strut to a nearby bench sitting down and crossing his legs and pouting seductively before saying something alluring and have it be in quoted text and have him blow his reflection a kiss before winking and smiling. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again and have it be in quoted text sounding like a little kid missing their mom.
The year was 2024. Carter Jefferson, a gregarious six-year-old from the pleasant town of Waco, Texas, was born on February 21, 2018. Standing at 3'10", weighing 45 lbs, Carter sported a lively dark brown hair, usually styled in a trendy spiked up look, complimentary to his energetic personality. His captivating green eyes often reflected the wonderlust the world held for him. Today, he was wearing his favorite Batman-themed sneakers, a red t-shirt, and denim shorts. Sounding like a soft whisper against the Texas wind, Carter walks home alone for the first time, clutching the permission slip his mother gave him. His mother, Clara Jefferson, was a radiant 35-year-old woman, standing at 5'6" and weighing 140 lbs. As Carter was crossing a footbridge, he blinked and, in that instant, his world changed. Suddenly he was taller, quite cold, and in an entirely different scenery. Instead of the comfortable suburban lanes of Waco, he was standing in the midst of bustling Manhattan. Carter was bewildered as he looked down at his attire; it was a revealing, sparkly black dress, too short for the chilly NY weather, paired with skimpy red strappy sandals with gold accents. His shock continued as his eyes landed on a vividly orange purse. Inside he found several provocative items that made him scrunch his face in disgust; a set of keys to an apartment, a red lipstick, a tube of mascara, and even condoms. His new voice, now feminine and sultry, caused him further surprise. A woman approached, sashaying with confidence. "Hey, Ho!" she called out affectionately, addressing Carter who was now in a body named Shantel. Shantel was 30, a charming Afro-American standing 5'10", weighing 130 lbs, her black hair styled in a sleek bob, icy blue eyes popping with fierce, smoky eye makeup, bold red lipstick, stiletto acrylic nails, and gold hoop earrings. Seeing Carter's confused expression, her friend, Tiffany, tried to soothe him. "Hey bitch, don't worry, there are plenty of fine men out there!" She winked suggestively. Tiffany was slightly younger, standing 5'8", her blonde hair styled in curly waves, piercing green eyes, and a killer body fitted into a skimpy crop top and mini skirt, showcasing her shiny strappy sandals and her spotless pedicure. And she was as loud as Shantel was subtle. An older woman nearby suddenly cut her unsolicited remarks at Shantel and Tiffany, "Young girls these days, dressing like they're made for the streets! Their poor mothers must be so ashamed!" Tiffany didn't hesitate, "At least we got youth and beauty, sweetheart!" Tiffany countered, "And we'll be the baddest bitches at the club tonight!" She smirked, highlighting Carter’s currently attractive and feminine figure. In all the commotion, Carter, now in Shantel's body, managed to spot his reflection in a nearby mirror. He looked at his reflection, pointing an acrylic nail-clad hand at the mirror, visibly shaking in his revealing attire. He reached into the orange purse unsurely before he blurted out, "This is gross, mommy, I'm scared! I'm a girl now!" Carter’s voice was high pitched, feminine, and shocked. Trying to get comfortable in his new form, Carter adjusted the short dress and forced a strut towards a nearby bench. As he pouted and crossed his legs, he looked up at his reflection in a window and cried out, "Mommy, when can I go home?" His new womanly voice choked with sobs giving away Carter's undeniable fear.
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