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Question: Write me a story the way I type about a random 6 year old girl with a description of what state the girl is in, what she looks like, what she sounds like, what she's wearing and what she's doing when she goes to bed. Have her wake up the next day on a sidewalk in just a sleeping bag with no tent in the body of a homeless woman with a description of what the woman's name ends up being, her age from an ID or a photo indicating her age, her hairstyle, have the little girl now be older than someone she's knows she's supposed to be younger than and include that person's age, a woman's outfit with a description of what outfit or where she found it and feminine shoes with a description on the type of shoes and where she found them, sunglasses and where she got them from, feminine accessories scattered around the tent and where she found them, and what she sounds like as the girl innocently has no idea what's going on feeling awkward in the new body and include a purse or backpack in the tent with a description on where the purse or backpack and tent came from or were found and what feminine things and old photos of the woman as a little girl, and photos of her daughters and her boyfriend or husband and other family members of hers and other stuff that is inside the purse or backpack and snacks possibly adult substances and drinks possibly adult beverages if any with descriptions of the food and drinks and where they are from. Please have the girl say the quote "I miss big brother so much!" in the woman's voice. The swap is permanent and the girl is sad and missing her family that is probably still in her home state not even aware she is gone.
In the heart of Delaware, there resided a six-year-old girl named Lily. She was fair skinned, adorned with twinkling blue eyes and a head full of coppery curls that tumbled down her back. Lily's voice was high pitched and melodious, much like a precious songbird. At bedtime, she would be dressed in her favorite pink flannel nightgown adorned with patterns of her beloved cartoon character while she read her favorite bedtime stories. But as the morning light coursed through the world, Lily woke up not in her bedroom but on the cold and hard sidewalk tucked inside a worn-out sleeping bag. Her surroundings were strange, curiously devoid of her pink fairytale themed bedroom. A chill swept through her as she realized she wasn't in the small body of a six-year-old anymore. Now, she was encased in the body of a homeless woman, bathed in the dull greys of life on the streets. Stumbling upon an ID stashed in the corner of an old, tattered tent nearby, she discovered her new identity. Her new name was Marlene, and she was forty-two years old. Marlene had dark brown hair that was knotted and tied in a messy bun, and she had a hard-earned wrinkle for every unkind year of her life. The shockwave intensifies as she remembered her older brother, Jake, who was only eight years old. Now, he was a distant memory, miles away, yet she was now years older than him. Overcome with longing, she murmured, "I miss big brother so much!" Her voice didn't carry the melodious innocence of old; instead, it was now hoarse and laced with weariness. Rummaging through the belongings scattered around the tent, she found a pair of worn-down jeans and a faded shirt that seemed like feminine clothing from a thrift store. Next to them lay a pair of moth-eaten sneakers, modest and feminine in their own right, and obviously scavenged from some abandoned site. Mismatched accessories, like a broken necklace and singular earring, suggested a former feminine touch, discovered perhaps in forgotten dumpsters. Shading her eyes from the sun, she came upon a pair of well-worn sunglasses, likely found or bartered from a passerby. A faded leather backpack caught her attention. Inside, there was a mish-mash of old photos depicting Marlene as a young girl and pictures of two bright-eyed girls, presumably her daughters, along with a man in a military uniform, possibly her husband. It was a time capsule of a life lived before. A checkered purse lay near the tent, within which there were hints of a past feminine life. Lipsticks, a tangled old necklace, a few old perfume bottles alongside some granola bars, sandwiches wrapped in crumpled foil, and a couple of cans indicating hard cider were stashed there. The cider cans were probably part of a hapless barter. Confusion swirled through Lily's mind as she innocently tried to comprehend the transformation. She yearned for her family and wished nothing more than to teleport back home. Accepting the reality, she hugged one of the photos from the bag, tears threatening to escape her now older eyes. She was trapped in a reality far from her own, surrounded by memories of a lifetime she never lived, yearning for a family unaware of her plight.
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